#18 - Shamshroom and the Ooze

Dreadwake. The cataclysmic event of the past, when the reality tore apart to show its ugly knickers, the other dimension of pure madness. Many legends nowadays try to explain the origins of the event, many of them are contradictory and outrageously crazy, but that is only fitting for the nature of the threat that spilled through the ripple in space and time. How it came to be, it is not important. We know that it is there, today, occupying a grand part of the northern hemisphere, clouding it in phantasmal inky clouds of possibilities. The land itself shift, changes... fractalize and tessellate into new and impossible forms. Life survived by shedding any connection to laws of physics, clinging to ideation and dreams as its new basic building blocks. But when there is power, when there are new ways of doing things - even incredibly dangerous and maleficent in their core - there will be folk that will try to usurp even the tiniest morsels of such power. Living Shrooms also known simply as Funguys, proven strangely resistant to the influence of the seeping insanity - not completely so, but just enough to be able to unlock its potential as source of their new powers. And so, they could learn the ways of its mutagenic horror and rein it under their commands on a small scale. Now plenty of shroomie shamans uses powerful, corrupting and foul familiars made of the Dreadwake leftovers to act as their steed, servants, guardians and playthings...