Daughters of the Slug

G'bod

The Daughters of the Slug revered, and ultimately digested, an antiquated entity, a primordial being once known as Gbod, also written G'bod, in the languages of the southern continent.

Gbod's physical form, like those of other Elder beings, was one of obscene incompletion and ectopic instability.

A shell-less slug, a grotesque mucous of questionable composition, Gbod oozed and slithered across the world when the world was still young, and the races of man were only beginning to acquire their myriad wisdoms.

Gbod was an ambivalent, if not outright oblivious being. Like all of Chaos Children, Gbod wished other beings to serve him, though it did not comprehend why it felt this way. Gbod could not be bothered with dogma, nor the demands and rituals of his worshippers, but he did delight in having more and more converts of the two legged kind in his fold. Even Gbod with his primitive god-brain, could comprehend that more was better.

Legends proclaim that during one particular, excruciatingly slow sojourn across the continent, Gbod came upon twin human sisters, who were engaging in dubious and unmentionable sorcery. The sisters looked upon the seeping ooze, and petitioned Gbod to allow them a taste of his supple, oily flesh, thus allowing the sisters to partake in some measure of his mysterious essence, in order to further fuel their eldritch sorceries.

Gbod, intrigued by the attention, spirals of blubber tingling with sensation, acquiesced and allowed the sisters to taste of his gelatinous flesh, assured in his own alien mind that in so doing they wished to revere him.

The sisters, unbeknownst to senseless Gbod, had known the divine beast was sojourning that day, and knew further that he would slither across the very spot where the sisters were conspiring to ensnare the Great Slug. And in so knowing they were able to enact their insidious plan as soon as the lumbering slitherer approached them. For no sooner had Gbod come, than the sisters had cast their spells and retrieved the salt-encrusted blade, Sgoloch, given them by Gbods brother, Spider-Count-The-Days, who wished naught but ill toward his brother, and entrapped Great Gbod with their sorceries.

And having entrapped the giant slug with magic, they began to feast on its quivering, jellied flesh, and imbibing its essence, and partaking of its godhood, and whenever Gbod shuddered and attempted escape, one of the sisters would plunge Sgoloch into Gbods shivering mass, and weakened from the blades power, Gbod would resign himself once more to being eaten alive, as he writhed, drying and bubbling in the hot sun.

And when the sisters were finally sated, nothing remained of Gbod but a viscous glob of a fetid eye, a shield-sized oval of slime, pus, and bile.

But the sisters acquired more of Gbod than they ever dreamed possible. As the sisters had expected, their own arcane powers were now magnified five fold, and their lives extended a hundred, hundred years. But what they had not anticipated was that Gbods essence included inherent madness, as the Giant Slugs unfathomable thoughts invaded the minds of the mages, and shredded the sisters mortal brains. The physical form of the sisters changed as well. The fabrics of Natural Law frayed and unraveled, unable to support so much god flesh, the flesh of Chaos. And so the sisters devolved into humanoid mollusks, and many years later, devolved further, into quivering, slugs, able to rise from their bellies vertically, but slugs nonetheless. And the irony was not lost on them, that now despite their great knowledge and mental power, their new forms forbid them spell use, for they now had neither mouths to speak spells, nor limbs to direct the magical weaves. Only a few sorceries were still available them, and even those, over the centuries, expired from the sisters' ravaged minds.

Daughters of the Slug

In Marrow Fens and Bogs of Schess, twin sisters dwell
Born in Hell, weened on the Giant Slugs largesse
The Puddle-God, Gbod, The Beast
Gbod, Gbod, take back your feast!

The Fetid Eye, the Pool of Piss
Twin sisters asked, but for a kiss
They ate the heart, and chewed the liver
Gbod, Gbod, the great Flesh-Giver!

The Daughters today are snail-fleshed and ever-drying, nearly amorphous, vaguely humanoid blobs of slug membrane. Unlike Gbod, the sisters do have shells, stolen from giant snails the sisters had slain, great works of horn and spiraling, madness-inducing, patterns.

Perhaps these were a nod to vanity, perhaps they were merely ingenuities, as the sisters do avoid physical combat even if pressed, and tend to withdraw their jelly-like mass completely into the casing of their respective shells at the slightest hint of danger, being that their jelly bodies are so easily damaged, burned or desiccated.

Countless, tiny, hair-like follicles, line the undersides of their bloated forms. These hairs are extremely sensitive to any temperature change and are used by the Daughters of the Slug to detect intruders in their personal realm of muck and mire. Like grotesque meer-cats of the savannah, they stand vigil, exposing these hairs to the breeze, after contorting their quivering bodies vertically.

Only the fare, blue-eyed, faces of the sisters remain intact on their otherwise grotesque slug bodies. Their two-dimensional visages are unattached to any organ, and slide along and beneath the surface of the mollusk skin, in a most unsettling manner, appearing and disappearing at random points of their oval shaped forms. Small, wine-red antennae extend from one end of their bodies. A radula, a three-foot long, coarsely bristled tongue, telescopes out of the other end, much like that of a bullfrog. If touched against bare flesh, the tongue causes a severe lethargy in most humanoids.

The flesh of the Slugs Daughters is caustic and highly acidic to the touch. Although the sisters, once proud sorcerers, can no longer cast spells, they can mentally induce a flux distortion, or torsion, in any opponent. This heinous ability, causes all the internal organs of any one chosen target to rotate one hundred eighty degrees, once violently, often rupturing and killing the intended victim.

Lastly, merely being within twenty feet of a Daughter of the Slug, for any amount of time, causes a peculiar form of dementia to set in in any mammalian creature capable of thought. Likewise, to look upon the near-liquid, two-dimensional, human faces of the Daughters, would cause mental instability as well, and eventually, sheer lunacy.

To this day, the Daughters of the Slug survive amidst the muck and mire of a vast, nameless swamp. They congregate around the Fetid Eye, all that is left of Gbod the Giant Slug, a disgusting, oval cenote of unimaginable filth, in the cold, moist soil of the trackless bog, with its "feelers", black, bristly, tentacles, appearing as abominable eyelashes, from the surface of the fetid pool.