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Some say this is the mother of Anuk Schleger, patiently waiting for her son to return with the prophecies of Verhu. Others believe that this is a manifestation of Verhu, created to torment the people about the End of the World. She speaks endlessly and extremely loudly, reciting the Verses over and over again.  

https://gathgar.itch.io/grandma-grettell

Eons ago, Aranea, the Spider Loa of the Sarkash Woods excreted her vilest VENOM. Anyone who came in contact with it and survived, acquired prophetic powers and spider senses. Of course HE paid Aranea a visit and killed her because the World was in no need of another prophet. The VENOM however continues to get excreted from the corpse of Aranea. It happens on every solstice. The legend draws madmen and doomsayers to her corpse who decide to end their lives. A handful of them manage to survive.

https://gathgar.itch.io/the-legend-of-aranea

https://gathgar.itch.io/mind-rot

When the Misery strikes, Mind Rot will swarm the lands like a hurricane from the North. Spreading from the burst rotten belly of a slain gargantuan’s corpse, Mind Rot will cause all memory and thought rot away. People forget names, places, and children. Sanity withers, leaving hollow husks of former selves.

Carved from the bones of an ancient god and rest deep into the Valley of Unfortunate Dead, covered in rot and excrement, Gravewhisper was found 20 years ago by Jorvii Schlug, an Assassin of the Order of the Bald Killers.  Each night, the cursed blade silently screams the names of those it kills, echoing their dying breath in the wielder’s ear, driving them slowly mad.

https://gathgar.itch.io/grave-whisper

You cannot stop Evolution, even in some wretched scums like the Fanged Deserters. If you want to call the changing of protruding teeth into dangerous hollow fangs, then yes. This is Evolution. For others though, this is a slow and painful death filled with the lusty screams of the Deserter.

Morktober Day 2 Entry

https://gathgar.itch.io/protruding-evolution

Deep in the bogs of the dying world, those who have perished from the poisonous fumes, rise as rancid skeletons and travel the world to gift the living with their poisonous touch. Sought by Alchemists, madmen and cultists, these beings of pure evil do possess a worthy skull in contrary to most of the living.  https://gathgar.itch.io/the-rancid-skelly

My first entry for #MORKTOBER 2024

In Sarkash woods, there is a legend about the wretched tomb of Kargunt, an infamous explorer extraordinaire, who stole a precious item from Nechrubel himself. The legend says that returning the item to Nechrubel will postpone or even avert the End of the world. There is only one way to find and unlock the tomb.

The Druids of the Rotting Soil hold the Runes needed to open the Tomb. They do not want to postpone the End and, in fact, they work towards it feverishly. You are (or better were) one of them who found a tiny spark, a useless meaning in life and you abandoned them in the middle of the last human sacrifice, to avert the inevitable.

https://gathgar.itch.io/the-tomb-of-kargunt

Hello everyone. 

This is my first Mork Borg related project that I have uploaded to itch. https://gathgar.itch.io/lair-of-the-saprobeast

It is the lair of the Saprobeast, a monstrous creature in constant pain due to the huge pustules that cover its body. The only way to ease the pain is to apply fresh blood on it. 

Its lair also inhabits three more monsters: The Impalers, the Septics and the Saproplants who live parasitically near the Saprobeast. 

It is a dungeon full of puss, jaws, vicious claws and filled with poison to the brim. Dare to enter?

Thank you all in advance!!!