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Sangubrax, the Smile in the Shadows

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[Sponsored by @tar-baphon, who wanted a CR 15 herald, suitable for greater planar ally spells, for Nyarlathotep, specifically in the Bloody Tongue mask. The Bloody Tongue is one of the widest influences of the Call of Cthulhu game on greater views of the Mythos; Nyarlathotep was not associated with being a tentacle monster before that point, and was usually depicted as being mostly human, as he appears in Lovecraft. Hence, my feeling it was appropriate to make this herald appear pretty humanoid. The epithet and CR were provided for me, but I was allowed free reign otherwise.]

Sangubrax, the Smile in the Shadows CR 15 CE Outsider (extraplanar) This humanoid creature appears to be a flayed knight made of blood and gore. There is a visor covering where there should be eyes, and his face is split in a mad ear to ear grin. His arms end not in hands, but in baroque and lethal weapons. He moves with liquid grace.

Sangubrax is the Smile In the Shadows, a supernatural murderer with a penchant for targeting nobility, royalty, the powerful and influential. He is one of the Heralds of Nyarlathotep, being devoted specifically to the Mask known as the Bloody Tongue. The Bloody Tongue seeks to destabilize societies through sacrificial murders, and Sangubrax is called upon to strike at reformers, benevolent leaders, and anyone who might try to make a city, province or nation safer and more supporting of its citizens.

Sangubrax is a consummate assassin, but he has a penchant for the theatrical. Murders he commits vary in tune with the societal importance of the target. A beggar that gets in his way will merely have his throat slit, but a monarch will be murdered in broad daylight with much pomp and ceremony. His arms can become all manner of weaponry, but he prefers sword-like blades, the better to spill plenty of blood. Creatures he strikes bleed more and more until their entire life comes gushing out, and he has an extensible, chameleon-like tongue for dragging fleeing victims closer and ensuring they cannot even magically escape.

The Smile in the Shadows has a mocking, sardonic personality, even to his summoners. He believes that mortals are fundamentally incapable of ruling themselves, and that the return of the Old Gods will be a time of glorious and violent anarchy. He serves in the Prehistoric Temple in Leng, acting as bodyguard and majordomo for the High Priest Not to Be Described. Although he performs such duties loyally, he is always excited to be summoned in order to commit murder and mayhem on another plane.

Being a semi-liquid creature, Sangubrax has no set height, but weighs 200 pounds. Although he has no eyes, he can see perfectly well.

Sangubrax CR 15 XP 51,200 CE Medium outsider (chaos, evil, extraplanar) Init +7; Senses lifesense 60 ft., Perception +28, see in darkness Aura frightful presence (60 ft., Will DC 25)

Defense AC 30, touch 18, flat-footed 30 (+7 Dex, +1 dodge, +12 natural) hp 225 (18d10+126) Fort +13, Ref +18, Will +18 DR 15/lawful or good; Immune bleed, curses, death effects, disease, poison; SR 26 Defensive Abilities amorphous, evasion, improved uncanny dodge

Offense Speed 30 ft., fly 30 ft. (perfect) Melee 2 morphic weapons +24 (2d10+6/19-20 plus exponential bleed), tongue +19 touch (pull plus no escape) Ranged morphic weapon +24 (2d10+6/19-20 plus exponential bleed) Space 5 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (30 ft. with tongue) Special Attacks pull (10 ft.), sneak attack +4d6 Spell-like Abilities CL 18th, concentration +24 At will—deeper darkness, detect good, detect law, invisibility, waves of blood (DC 19, CMB +25) 3/day—cruel jaunt, mass fester (DC 22), quickened true strike, empowered vampiric touch 1/day—decapitate (DC 22), greater shadow evocation (DC 24), regenerate

Statistics Str 23, Dex 24, Con 25, Int 20, Wis 25, Cha 22 Base Atk +18; CMB +22; CMD 40 Feats Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Empower SLA (vampiric touch), Improved Critical (morphic weaponry), Mobility, Quicken SLA (true strike), Spring Attack, Whirlwind Attack Skills Acrobatics +28, Bluff +27, Escape Artist +36, Fly +33, Intimidate +27, Knowledge (nobility) +23, Knowledge (planes) +26, Perception +28, Sense Motive +28, Stealth +36, Survival +28; Racial Modifiers +8 Escape Artist, +8 Stealth Languages Aklo, Abyssal, Common, Protean, Shadowtongue SQ compression

Ecology Environment any land or underground (Leng) Organization unique Treasure incidental

Special Abilities Exponential Bleed (Su) Whenever Sangubrax hits a creature with a morphic weapon, it deals 1 point of bleed damage. If it hits that creature again, the bleed damage doubles, to a maximum of 16 points of bleed a round for 5 hits. This doubling effect occurs even if the creature stops bleeding, such as through a Heal check or healing magic, but expires 24 hours after the last time Sangubrax struck it. In an area of antimagic or similar effect, Sangubrax’s morphic weaponry still deals 1 point of bleed damage. Morphic Weapons (Ex) Sangubrax can manipulate his body to mimic a wide array of potent weaponry, or revert to having hands, as a swift action. While the weapons may look different, they are considered natural weapons and they all do the same amount of damage. Morphic weapons deal bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage, and are treated as magic for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction. Sangubrax can also attack with a morphic weapon by hurling a portion of his body as a thrown weapon with a range increment of 60 feet (he swiftly regrows thrown portions of its body after using this attack, while the hurled portion melts away into a bloodstain after dealing damage to a target). No Escape (Su) A creature touched by Sangubrax’s tongue must succeed a DC 24 Will save or be affected by both a slow and dimensional anchor spell that lasts for 1 minute. The save DC is Charisma based.

[theserpentsthrone]

Sinister song of nephren-ka

His prey

So supple

Content in his sway

In the blood-red tempests

Of illustrious nyarlathotep

Ever-wandering wickedness

Unsleeping sickness

Corrosive to soul

The master of scorpions

And father of leviathans

In mortifying raiment

With whip of flame and venom

Beneath the tree of death

Recline bacchanal harem

Who spiral ‘round the dreamt hecatomb

Spreading for the wisdom of yuggoth

And striving for the reign of nephren-ka

In unhallowed tombs and wicked gloom

His name is law

Speaking sin

Creeping rahab

Ultimate dawn

And ultimate prophet

Come from the overmastering blackness

To teach man piety is madness

[samglyph]

He’s getting blood all over my couch cushions.

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God of the Bloody Tongue

[astracora]

The Serpent and the Apple

Characters: Caleb x gn!mc

Warnings: Death, Gore, Violence, Villain!Caleb

Word Count: 547

Written: 10th January 2025

Notes: Short drabble inspired by the Caleb trailer. The demon's won. I'm doing fine, thanks for asking.

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It is blood spray across your face as the gun goes off. The man slumps before you. Puppet strings cut. Lifeless. Part of his skull missing.

You have fought monsters your entire life, have seen men die before. You have never seen the callous cool look in the eyes in front of you. That once held warmth that soothed damaged skin and mended broken pieces.

Caleb rounds the chair, where your hands are cuffed. Digging into flesh and cutting through skin. Blood eases around the strain, and cools against the metal.

"Well Pipsqueak, of all the places to get yourself stuck." He sits, long legs crossing in front of him. Gun at his side. You look down at the smoking barrel, look back up into purple eyes. "Here, seems the most foolish."

It is unfamiliar. There is no warmth, there is nothing that reminds you of the boy you grew up with. No twinkle at mischief or tease for kindness. When he calls you pipsqueak, he normally accompanies it with fondness and laughter.

He stares down at you with nothing, empty and cold. Cruel.

The barrel moves, to press heated against your throat. The sting brings a tear to eye, and you are pointed back up when you try to dodge his gaze. Held at gunpoint for him to look at, to watch. To peer into you and find what he wants.

There is no evol tearing through your mind to pull your thoughts, he knows you well enough to read your feelings with nothing else. You see the blood splatter against the black uniform, it drips to the floor and dries into the fabric. He watches your gaze, and with careful fingers that don't keep their finger on the trigger, he wipes at it.

"Messy." The hand moves to your cheek, smearing blood over your skin, and he sits back. "I'm sure I've told you to be careful before."

He has, so many times. Reminders when injured, when reckless, when foolish. He has always had your back, been there for you.

He has never burned your skin, or sullied it with violence.

"You look disappointed. Or scared." This time it is not the gun that grips you, but cold hands. Metal grabbing your chin to turn your blood stained cheek to him, the grooves digging into bone, moving down to your throat. Tightening, pulling away the air, as he runs his nose along your cheekbone.

He comes out shaking as he smells you, a long drag over skin, before his tongue runs along the length of you. Tasting the blood on your skin, sending a traitor's shiver down your spine.

When he turns your face back to him, he smiles, and you think… with the flashing light that makes his beautiful eyes glow, that he should bear fangs like a beast, and scales along his cheeks. "Did you really think I'd be that kind hearted boy forever?"

And when the serpent kisses you, it is blood tinged, teeth tearing at lips to demand entry, and possessive tongue twisting around yours.

And when he finally pulls away when your vision blurs and the air is stolen from your lungs… he swipes a tongue over the blood on his bottom lip… and squeezes once more around your neck.

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[longingquiet]

thinking about armand using his fangs to nick at his tongue before licking into daniel’s mouth

[ib3li3v3you]

Just thinking of my bloody little girlfriends. Theyre so cute <333

[blackcathjp]

can't stop thinking about newly turned vampire harry with his aching baby vampire teeth. he just needs to teethe on something, his fangs tingling to bite, to gnaw, to suck, to do anything to alleviate the discomfort. he's very good at resisting against his new instincts. and then draco (human, vampire, werewolf, WHATEVER), completely unafraid, grabs harry by the jaw and yanks his mouth open to look at his fangs, slightly scolding, "stop fidgeting potter." he brushes a thumb down a fang, turning all smug and cooing when harry whines at the sensitivity from his touch. "aww, baby can't handle the pain hmm?"

he purposefully nicks his thumb on the sharp point, crying out "oops!" a bloody cut forms, the blood so fresh to harry, so full of warm flowing life, smells so much of draco that he can't stop a moan from slipping out when a drop touches his tongue. draco smirks smugly at harry losing himself to it - his half-lidded dilated eyes, his euphoric expression like he just drank from an oasis in the desert - before the realization sets in that he just had a taste. he squirms against draco's surprisingly strong hold, whimpering as draco smears his bloody thumb across harry's bottom lip, the scent now more intense and intoxicating. sheer willpower helps harry fight against the desire, the need, to sink his fangs in, but the pain from resisting and retracting his fangs is beginning to hurt more than simply giving in to his instincts.

"come on potter," draco breathes heavily across his cheek, thumb still dribbling out blood. "just bite."

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Vampire regulus and regular human cursed (or blessed?) with hubris Barty you’ll always be famous

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