MONSTERMONTH No.19 - Cosmic

One of the Great Entities of the Dreadwake is the Fool, a whimsical, uncaring jokester that sees the grandest of all jokes and don't want to spoil the punchline for anyone else. It is the force of pure, erratic chaos, of delirium and lack of reason and sense. It is explosion of creation in its most pointless and unguided way. As so, its Manifestations in the real space tend to be varied as views in the caleidoscope, sharing only one common thread - jovial humor. The Fool's Avatar would be a gibbering, chittering entity of dancer grace, laugh that tingle the souls of living and a great desire to prank and do all sorts of dangerous mischief. One of the universal thread for the mortals to spot the Fool's own herald is the mere fact that they are never finished - the smoke of madness and threads of the void follows their flickering forms, rekniting them, reshaping them, giving them a phantasmal and uncertain appearance which they often use to create weapons and tools to suit their needs.