Mordiggian, the Charnel God

The great collector of bones of mortals, the patron of corpses, and master of the marrow, he is the one who gathers power from the soulless husks of the flesh left behind... He is one of the strangest of the Old Ones. Not in form, which admittingly, is that of twisted flesh and ossified tissue manifested from the offerings to his being, but rather in his morbid – perfectly literally so – connection to the realms of mortal beings. Where other gods and cosmic entities often barely notice the fumbling, pathetic attempts at living that the fleeting microbes display (like the whole ‘civilization-building’ humans do, for example), Mordiggian found a source of power in their remains, in the empty, soulless husk given freely to the speedy grasps of entropic tendrils. There in decay and decomposition, he thrives, sucking on the grim aspect of death to engorge his own potency. Like a dragon on a hoard, he is attracted to great massacre sites and charnel houses, where his bounty is plentiful. Those who worship him are fools who mistake him for a god of death, a necromantic deity that can grant at least a simulacra of immortality – nothing is however further from the truth, as Mordiggian is not interested in mortals souls and minds; merely in their fleshy husks.