LOL!
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Oh, I forgot It. Thatâs a good one too.
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Yeah, trying to comprehend and measure the house is a foolâs errand. Itâs like trying to comprehend and measure something abstract, like conciousness or life force.
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Yeah, I had to think about that one. LOL!
Eldritch location and Eldritch objects can be a thing too.
Like people stumble into a place or find an object that can be best described as âtotally alien or simply offâ.
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Like this? But worse?
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Yep! Made in Abyss the anime and manga is also like that.
The Pit or The Great Abyss is an eldritch location that is so deep that the deeper a person goes, the more they lose their humanity.
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God! Itâs like its staring into my soul!
MAKE IT STOP!
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Staring into this things eyes for a couple seconds makes me feel like I just lost a few years of my lifespan.
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Same, I feel the very same.
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Aha, there it is! I was wondering where eldritch would come out in your story because you were talking so much about it 
Well, not exactly, because Richard never once feared Charcoal. But no one else should ever see what Charcoal actually looks like. Heâs the demon attached to immortal assassin Richard. The only bits of Charcoal that are described are his fangs, his elongated claws, and sometimes a horn or two, but never the full form. Any mortal to lay eyes upon him would faint in fear and then become his meal.
Usually, Charcoal is in the shape of Richardâs shadow. Sometimes the shadow gets elongated claws, but this form is a lot more tolerable to mortals.
The Forest Crup in Elgana might be like that. Itâs not trying to fool, though. Itâs just that so much magick is condensed in one spot that itâs gone a little bit insane. Without the Forest Crup, Sorcerers would have had no place to put their failed spells and mistakes they canât reverse. Those things canât be running around free, after all.
The Forest Crup is a weird sort of place that, if you donât know where youâre going, you are certainly going to get lost. Itâs made up of layers of possible locations with each layer connected to the next in some odd way.
Maybe you need to climb a tree to end up on the cliff of the next layer. Maybe you need to follow a narrow path to find yourself in water you can breathe in. Maybe youâll find fish in the sky, and if you follow them, youâll fall into a swamp upside down.
Itâs not trying to get you lost, but you can definitely feel like the Forest Crup is doing it on purpose even when itâs not.
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Yeah, I had to mention it finally, because with Nirvana and the other divine entities, it makes total sense. 
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Well, yeah. It goes deeper, though:
current example
It was to the sound of shell cracking. I managed to peek an eye open and it was a giant werewolf with antlers that pierced the sky, pounding on the top of a giant villain crab from a Mario game. I wanted to nope the fuck out of this one, except the iconic tell-tales of gods fighting was in front of me. The land shook, nonexistant stars fell from the sky. I could sleep, but Iâd likely be crushed.
Inti was nowhere around when I sat up, jostling every which way in a world full of jello. The deer wolf was winning, and the crab king was going to be a nothing if I let this go.
I took a deep breath, 2, 3⌠âPearson!â
One last fist, a sickening crunch where the head of the crab should be, and the wolf howled in frustration before slowly turning his massive head towards me. âWHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME, LITTLE ONE?!â
That little one was an oh, shit moment. Wolves and their traditional endearments, he justâŚfucking hell.
Of course, I didnât get why he would have to yell, at first. He didnât. He was that massive. Pearson knelt down, losing some of his size before becoming frustrated with the horns catching on things yet again. Snapping them off richoched over the hills and valleys of this flat land. I donât get this dimension. âRachael, the venomâŚâ
âI know, another dumb move on my part. I think its ok.â
The wolf sighed and shifted back to the man, pushing back in the stumps of horns until he looked like his normal self. It took him some time to find that professionalism he carried over his rage, but eventually he turned back to face the being behind him. âI know youâre not dead. You know I can sense that much.â
The tentacled mess began pulling itself out of the housing of the crabâs shell, slowly. âPearson, youâre an immature brat. You know by what you wield that weâre weird.â
Again with the loincloths. Why not a business suit?
âChild, stay out of it.â The tentacled thing pointed at me briefly before going back to the man in front of him. âIâm inhuman. Iâve not mixed with anything of this world like you have, the core of my life is not in my head or where youâre guessing my heart is. That thing is a shell, this body is a shell. Iâve got several layers below that. Youâre not killing me, no matter how much power youâve gained.â
âYou fight like shit. I just have to endure until I get that last one opened, weak bastard.â
âGods still have pissing contests?â I muttered to myself.
So clearly, beings are MORE than what is here, without having to say it out loud.
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There is still a possibility that I would for The Endurlon⌠But where and how, I know notâŚ
SD
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We may not know what the future holdsâŚ
Yet, I know the future I strive to findâŚ
SD
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True, true!