The Uncleansed felt itself drawn to the south and in three great steps it found itself the edge of a group of wriggling gray blobs. It looked at them in curiosity, feeling that they were the beings that had summoned it to these lands. It was confused that such a simple being would have anything approaching a mind that could feel pain or rage. Yet it was clearly they. It leaned its great head down to one and gave it a sniff. It smelled... strange. It licked one with it's tongue, its acid saliva quickly causing it to burst open and spray The Uncleansed with its digestive fluids. The divine canine was pleased. Obviously these being so like itself (they had acid, it had acid. A pair made in
heaven hell) had called it to them. Its divine senses probed deeper into the mystery of the thing before it. It felt a web of thought reaching between the blob like being, each one connected to each other and to thousands of more of them reaching far to the south. It felt this great web of minds consolidating into one personality. One thought. The pure sense of binding and mindlessness disturbed The Uncleansed. It lashed out at the group of blobs with its great claws, killing a score of them with each sweep of it's mighty paws.
Soon most blobs within reach were reduced to nothing but puddles of gore and acid. As The Uncleansed calmed down from it's killing rage it felt remorse for it's actions. It was not the fault of the blobs that they were nothing but mindless slaves to the web of thoughts. The Uncleansed decided to apologize for its actions. It gathered together the remanding nearby blobs and the blobs that called to The Uncleansed the strongest. To each one of them it slowly lowered a single claw into the blob, slicing a hole so fine hole into the top of it that they did not lose cohesion, merely felt agonizing and ripping pain. Then it let a single drop of his blood fall into the hole into the top of each blob, infusing them with the tiniest fraction of its divine plague. The blobs started to grow larger and pulsate with a sickly green color as purple streaks ran though their bodies. The transformation complete each effected blob lay on the ground as pus started to slowly ooze out of the wound in the top of it's head.
These would be the chosen ones of The Uncleansed. It breathed deeply on each one, infusing it with a terrible plague that would slay large portions of any blob population they came accost, after a time of agonizing pain of course. To this plague The Uncleansed added one final component. Any blob that accepted The Uncleansed into it's heart, mind, and body would be spared from a agonizing death.
With a sweep of it's paw The Uncleansed scattered it's blobby heralds back to the lands where it gathered them.
Fifty years later...The head of the cult of the Uncleansed struggled up the final hill that lay before it. It looked in awe as the lands past it. It had never believed the rumors to be true, but here it was. The land before it was scarred and rotting. In some places the earth itself seemed to be dying. This must truly be the birthplace of his god. Where the visions and nightmares had told it to go. It turned around and motioned for its followers to hurry up the hill. It knew with every fiber of its being that it needed to build the temple here. Here where it its god was born. As the blobs rushed into the valley they failed to notice the rot, long stagnate, slowly started to spread outward, as if bolstered by their arrival. Soon though they would notice its slow by steady growth as it continued to cover ground until it swallowed all the land within sight of the hills ringing the holiest of places.
Corrupt 10.10. Make my main base of worshipers be blobs in the four northern more squares of blob land. Plague those squares. Make anyone who joins me in those squares immune to the plague.
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