Titans

The Titans are a cabal of extremely powerful entities that herald the destruction of Olemonde. It is said that the Titans lie dormant beneath the sea and when they wake and emerge, they will eradicate all life on Olemonde and establish their hellish kingdom, often referred to as Finolemonde. While the history of their activity in days of antiquity are largely forgotten, their existence faded to legend and eventually myth. However, the Order of the Slumber, a secretive organization with penetration points in the governments of both the Embryan Kingdom and the Empire of Lacerto and many of the various Principalities, is dedicated to standing vigil and working towards keeping the Titans in their long eternal sleep.

In total, the Titans number five, and each one relates to another aspect of the end of the world.

Shimshilum - The Titan of Rot
Shimshilum is depicted in ancient texts as a many-headed beast with undulating tentacles, a body made of gnashing teeth and gibbering mouths. Each head is that of a gaunt human, their mouths open in screaming hunger, their blackened eyes rolling aimlessly, unseeing. Above their heads hover crowns of molten lead, dripping onto their scalps. It is said that her very touch salts the earth and that trees and flowers wilt at her presence. It is said she thrashes in her sleep, sending waves of famine into Olemonde and she is often blamed for crop failure or the deaths of livestock. Aside from rot and hunger, she is also associated with creatures that inspire disgust - slugs, spiders, and all the alien creatures that lurk on the ocean floor.

Omus - The Titan of Conquest
Omus is thought to be a towering slender humanoid figure, with six arms and two heads. Instead of legs, Omus possesses a rolling mass of blood-rusted swords, glowing orange in the center as if from a forge. One head is that of an armored dragonkin, dressed in an ornate iron helmet vaguely resembling a curled crown. The other is dead, with a gash in its neck and a sword through its head. The eyes are sunken and bleeding, but it is these eyes with which Omus sees. Legend has it that drinking the blood of Omus grants abnormal combat prowess and obscene political power. Many would-be dictators, tyrants, and conquerors have attempted to locate this Titan for the sole purpose of extracting blood.

Ch'iruus - The Titan of Plague
Ch'iruus is often described as five ratlike dragons with their tails tangled into an enormous knot. The dragons themselves are not individuals, but serve as the limbs and head of the Titan himself. The knot of tails is thought to be Ch'iruus' main form, the tails writhing and constantly tangling with each other. The dragons are of varying colors, however each color is waxy and faded, and the scales of the dragons are pockmarked and distorted by massive tumors and cysts, many of them weeping acidic pus. Each dragon also wears a tarnished silver crown, each one with empty sockets where gems once sat. Despite being a Titan, some pray to Ch'iruus to ward away illness, humbly asking the Titan to keep all the plague for himself. Because of this, he is also associated with greed.

Sik'Vil-Or - The Titan of Skulls
This Titan manifests as a seated king, whose crown is adorned by skulls pierced by its spikes. The throne upon which he sits is made of the wings of ravens, black as night and dotted with rolling eyeballs. The king himself is slumped in the throne, emaciated and deathly. Sitting in the king's lap is a small, seemingly normal boy, save for the obscenely long fingernails that curl around the edges of the throne. It is unclear whether Sik'Vil-Or is the king or the boy or both. In some cultures, bodies are buried or burned sitting upon a throne to finalize and bring closure to their deaths.

Dhogmobhaa - The Titan of Damnation
Dhogmobhaa is depicted as an elf, however he is incredibly tall. He appears nondescript aside from his crown, which rests comfortably about his brow. He appears dressed in nothing but a simple waist wrapping and is naked besides, other than the thick steel chains that drape his shoulders, dragging along the ground behind him for miles. His footsteps leave burning holes in the earth from which a symphony of the screams of tortured souls can be heard, their skeletal hands reaching up, desperately clawing for reprieve. His eyes are covered in a pure white cloth, and it is said that to look into Dhogmobhaa's eyes is a torture of the soul.

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