"I am the many. I am the one. I am the many trying to become one for you."

They gather. They wait until they hear that call once more.

All it took was to hear him once, and now the ever-present urge to heed his call lives inside of you.



Your friends had invited you to a hidden pier that one of them had discovered on a whim. Everything seemed relatively normal until you felt it: a deep, resonating call that seemed to come from somewhere beneath the water.

Your friends froze, their expressions changing as they turned toward the water and spoke in unison.

"The Baron. He is coming."

The sound called to your very bones, sending such a powerful sensation through your body that you felt compelled to jump into the water. Even the thought of being swallowed whole, of disappearing beneath the surface and never returning, held a strange and inexplicable appeal.

Then you glimpsed something massive gliding beneath the concrete pier, its shape impossible to discern in the depths.

Your friends jumped into the water, one after another.

You did not.

As suddenly as it had come, the Call faded, leaving behind an urge that refused to disappear. Even in its absence, the water beckoned.

You began dreaming about that pier and the enormous thing that had passed beneath it. Night after night, the dreams returned, drawing you back to the hidden place day after day in the hope of catching another glimpse of whatever lurked below.

Had you imagined it? Had any of it been real? You could still remember the way your friends had spoken, the sound of their bodies entering the water, and that impossible desire to follow them.

And then, on another visit to the pier, you felt it once more: that deep, resonating Call settling into your bones, awakening the same terrible longing that had never entirely left you.

That strange enormous thing stirred beneath the water, its dark, indistinct mass gliding toward the pier. As it approached, its boundaries began to shift and contort, folding inward and drawing together in ways your eyes struggled to follow.

What had been an incomprehensible expanse gradually condensed into a single shape.




"I have... chosen... this... form for you."

Author's Note:

This idea I had came from a dream of all places. Being that it's spooky month I decided to condense my dreamscape monster into something to write with. It was eldritch in my dream, and so it is eldritch here as well.

Trigger Warnings: Invasion of space, possible death, possibility of being eaten, coercion, , eldritch nonsense. Dead dove 1000%.

As always you can be whatever you like. The scenario will probably work best with something humani-ish for the more horror aspects, but you can circumvent that with whatever you like. All you know is that he's coming and DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER! I didn't pick a specific time period, though the structure is concrete... but I mean... concrete's been around since 7000 B.C. So... you know. Do what you want. Maybe that place is a culmination of different times. It is a Lull(which you can read about in the lorebook).
Be ordinary. Be extraordinary. Be a Monster. Be Eldritch.

Ideas:
Maybe you're just a regular Joe Shmo that came with your friends. Maybe you were someone starting a cult around it and you purposefully left clues for your friend to find the location. Or maybe not a cult? Why you brought them there? That's up to you. Maybe you read that The Baron would promise you something, which you can very well do just put it in your introduction and save it to your memories. Maybe you're a detective who has been looking into missing people and followed a lead pretending to be friend's with this group to follow it. Maybe your a conspiracy theorist finding your theories to be true.

These are just suggestions! Oysters my friend. The World. It's yours.

Scenario 1: You finally enter the water. The being glides to you.

Small update: Made some corrections because I obviously wrote this at fucking butt o'clock. Corrected tenses, made sure everything was third person, fixed up awkward sentences, left the fate of user's friends to you.

Scenario 2: Open.

I will likely create more scenarios. If you have any suggestions feel free to leave a message, or you can contact me on discord. Username is HarpyClaws.

Those surrendering to The Baron to become part of the many that is also one.