Wofano Wotanto
Hero
Why do it the hard way with original writing? Lovecraft is public domain, just grab some of his stuff and shove some awkward CoC mechanics into it and you're printing money, I tell you.
The odour arising from the newly opened depths was intolerable but fortunately we all had high Constitution scores and resisted the nauseating stench, and at length the quick-eared Hawkins with his 95% Listen skill thought he heard a nasty, slopping sound down there. Everyone listened, and everyone was listening still when It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness.
Poor Johansen’s handwriting almost gave out when he wrote of this. Of the six men who never reached the ship, he thinks two perished of pure fright in that accursed instant, having failed their SAN checks and suffered fatal aneurysms as they lost 1d100 Sanity points each. The Thing cannot be described beyond its alarming game statistics, which were clearly OP—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What wonder that across the earth a great architect went mad, and poor Wilcox raved with fever in that telepathic instant? The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a band of innocent sailors had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight. And then Smythwick, who had lucked out and lost only a single Sanity point upon sighting the unearthly abomination, stepped boldly forward and attempted a Diplomacy check.
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