Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos

The White Man. The Skinless One. Lrogg. Randall Flagg. Sand Bat. Mr. Tiddles. The Crawling Mist. The Black Pharaoh. The Chaos that Bid the Time. These are merely a few of the names given across countless aeons to the most active, manipulative, deceitful and malignant of the Outer Gods. When other beings of incalculable might rest or slumber, when other gods of the primordial cosmos await seemingly without coherent purpose, he acts. He shifts seemlessly into any shape he needs - easily passing for a human or any other mortal, when needed. He plays the great game of politics, of faith, of deception of grandest scale. He leads and follows countless cults, nourishing the names of the ancient gods, keeping them alive in the mind of fearful mortals. He shifts the states with poisonous words, he moves the kings and rulers with subtle influences, he kills those, who are seemingly a grain of sand in the grand plan. He is the sower of discontent, the reaper of revolt harvest, the bringer of chan