Demogorgon

The ritual flogging and banishment of Demogorgon wrote:
The Demogorgon roamed our material plane this All Hallow's Eve. Combining the worst of the gorgon and the demagogue in a body that fused simian, reptile and octopus, the very sight and sound of it terrorized all sane humans. Yet who could avoid it? It was the ruler of this planet and considered all others it subjects.

Demogorgon has built itself a hill of corpses, treasury bonds and barrels of oil and placed a castle of whitest bone on top. From there it tasks the mind-flayers of the 5-Sided Star to scry and scour the land for any thoughts of opposition so it can dispatch lethal harpies to rain hell-fire and jagged metal upon them. The land ached and moaned for release from this desiccating reign.

Soon after this photo, in a struggle as gruesome as it was perverse, one of Demogorgon's head gnashed and chewed up the other. MAGA! MAGA! MAGA! the cult of the victorious head would chant as that head choked down the last chuck of hair of its twin head. Yet this put only momentary end to the endless wailing and spilling of brain matter that always attends their incessant conflict for the 2nd head always grows back and the absurd bickering renews. Infernal sages have overheard snatches of their mad mutterings and say it concerns a bare-chested barbarian king to the North and endless tales of rape and thievery.

Unable to escape Demogorgon's tyranny, some humans began to identify with either of the heads and would try to placated it by denouncing the other head. They would treat the head's barbaric growls, tweeting, and flatulence as pearls of wisdom. They would fight each other to collect its' excrement and value such filth as gold. How desperation can make us fools!  Yet such desperation is also the foolish that lies at the heart of every adventurer...

And so two foolish middle-aged wizards unable to bare Demogorgon's tyranny in silence and inaction set a plan into motion. They built a giant summoning pit, filled it with the ash of corpses and began the lengthy rituals to call the demon lord. For despite Demogorgon's immense power it was still a demon and bound by the ancient compacts.  After a winter of long rituals and careful alchemical extractions, the wizards were ready. So it was decided that on the 17th day of the month of Mars, they would summon Demogorgon, flog it for it's selfish tyrannical ways and roughly banish it. Would not the wizards see the sun darken the night day as flock of harpies descended upon them? Perhaps. Yet the thought of that beastly demon lord flogged, scoured, cursed and banished was a goal of worthy of such a price.  The day of this summoning was also the holy day of a great banisher of snakes and the wizards hoped he and his cultists might look kindly upon a similar ritual.

We have the Trump & Clinton masks, 3 small but very dry christmas trees, and we've sunk a 20ft log into the middle of the fire-pit to act as a starting frame. Any suggestions on how to construct, flog and properly banish Demogorgon are welcome!





[Artist's Visualization on Right)

"Should he fix the gaze of both upon his enemies he is able to hypnotize."

The eyes should do something special. What about those spinning fireworks? If they come in a smaller size? Perhaps this is how the ritual should begin? It attacks...then we flog it.

Should there be black cat fireworks placed strategically for added acoustics?

Any ideas for the building the body, arms, etc?

What is needed is a wall, to separate the heads once they have been cleaved in two.  Yes, a big beautiful wall will be built, and it will be built by the pathetic loser head of the beast whichever that one is.  And it will be built from palettes as it was done in days of old, for to saw wood is far too hard and bothersome.  

I'll be out by noon on Friday, and will bring:

truckload of palettes (to build a flaming wall)
couple bottles of motor oil (to anoint the beast/wall)
tent poles (to hold the heads)
wire (to hang the heads and hallowonika trees)

Add:
Two spray cans of pigs' blood and charred pitch.

I will spare people the picture, but the battle to banish the two headed one left quite a purple-yellow bruise perilously close to my nethers...

I will soothe it with some nice easy listening musak, perhaps a nautical theme, with crashing waves and seabirds.

A fun night, I am grateful for the invite, happy I was able to go, and pleased I stayed for the musical portion of the evening. Despite having almost no sense of rhythm or ear for music, its nice to know there is always a spot for animal sound effects...

Yeah - sorry for the bruise. Yet for the price paid you get to live on in legend as the man with the strength of Paul Bunyan and who could play a fine seagull. Not all injures come with such recompense.

see: https://roadtonowhere.forumotion.org/t414-demogorgon#1620

The Summoning, Flogging and Banishment of Demogorgon

The first Canadian goose of spring honked nosily overhead as the sun set. A good sign thought the sage and he stroked his beard and nodded approvingly. The laborious efforts of the day (and a full winter's season of laboratory research) were now nearing completion.  The time of the summoning drew close.

The 'Law of Sympathy' was the oldest law of magic and so the wizards had constructed a life-size effigy of the dread demon lord out of fallen trees, scraps and twine. Its was stuffed with brush and anointed with oils, four ropey tenacles were affixed and artisan renderings of Demogorgon's dual faces crowned each neck. So life-like were the faces that their glares were kept covered until needed. To it's own likeness Demogorgon's spirit would be summoned and its materialized form would take its place.

The motley crew had shaped a florescent yellow band of protective energy around the summoning pit and now the octagonal warding crackled as the wizards finished reinforcing it with four eldritch sigils painted on it in blood and tar. One depicted the ancient anti-flag that had mourned Demogorgon's birth, the second read -NOGROGOMED- in thick letters, another inverted sigil was the pyramidal sigil Demogorgon lackey's stamped on its debt-receipts resting on it's peak, finally the Elder Sign, long used to delimit the worst baneful entities from our reality, was etched on. A small moat was also dug around the summoning pit as a further symbolic barrier.



The cabal stood back and examined what they had constructed. Admiration mingled with expectant fear. How wise in their wizardry, witchery and warding. How foolish in their great goal. Final preparation and iteneries were settled, some assumed half-animal forms to better withstand the demon's rancid aura, powerful wands were unwrapped and unboxed. A relic that would shower the demon with a viridian spray of nature magic was positioned. The leprechaun placed down an empty cast-iron pot and whispered into it and it filled with pastel-colored eggs wrapped in strange foils and papers.

Demogorgon would only materialize for a few raging moments, everyone knew their roll and walked to their position. With a minimum of pomp the ritual began. A staff was raised and the drums began to beat as two mages tattooed old tribal rhythms on taut griffion and manticore skins. The other wizard chanted:

"Come, Demogorgon, come! Come coward, come bully! Arrive partially then fully!"

The effigy shuddered and steamed.



"Come Hilton the lesser loser and Drumph the wyrm-tongued winner! Two bickering heads on the body of a one arch-sinner!"

A stench of sewage and toxic waste fumes rolled from the octogon as the demon demigod unfolded. It screeched immediately as the pulsating spray of 100 green rays lanced its body with pricks of empathy and care. It's screams grew louder as a shower of magic missiles next erupted from the wands of the demicock wizard, black bear geomancer and leprechaun. The sky flashed red and green as crackling sphere of logic and reason plowed into it's still hardening flesh. 



The kosmic wizard (who claimed to be able to study the sun from his lab deep, deep underground!) took his position and readied for the enraged flailing that such an assualt would surely provoke. Yet he saw only a single determined tentacle drive down behind the octogon's blazing wall and begin furtively working.  As the wizard watched in shock as a smouldering hole emerged in the yellow warding wrap. "It's breeching the Elder Sign panel," he called out as he ran to grab two oil-soaked pole-torches, tossing one to the rooster-faced sage.  Plans would have to expedited.



Mini-volcanoes of arcing vis erupted as the octagon as wards buckled and Demogorgon's simian-reptillian form writhed. Evil smoke billowed forth and the ground shook.
The two wizards swung their flaming torches into the faces of the Demogorgon: the champion of all wars and war-lords and the chests of bloody gold they drag home, of the skull-crushers and the harpy flocks, the hypocritical, the despoiler of life and nature, queen of toxins, lord-master of filth, twin cannibals,  tentacled with the limbs of the golden blood-sucking squid, belly engorged on public wealth now privatizing in it's stomach acids. Demogorgon the imperialist, Demogorgon the austere, Demogorgon the unavoidable.

"Trod not here, Demogorgon! Span not these realms! We have summoned you here to roughly educate you thus!"


[note the left temple of 'Arch-Duke Drumpf' lacerated with a Dart of Decency]


[note the burning decapitated head of 'Hivemom Hilton' to the left]

And they hurled the flaming torches as spears into the demon's thick simian pelt as it roared in the growing flames that consumed its flesh. The heads shuddered and popped as its corporeal form was wretched apart. The flaming head of Hilton dropped outside the wards and smoldered in the moat. The melting head of Drumpf screamed SAD! SAD! BAD MEN! as its jaw dropped off and skull imploded. Not a moment too soon as the ward was itself holocaust, melt, shrink-wrap'd into bits of twisted yellow and dissolved into fine white ash.

As the chaos ebbed the wizards cautiously approached but they were driven back as the flames roared high as Demogorgon's spirit entered into them. The charnel blaze took on a menacing solidity as a column of fire roared upwards, all screaming faces and clawed limbs, giving off a hot blast of fear.




{note the four thin tentacles arms made of smoke)

The leprechaun grabbed his black pot and tossed the magic eggs to all the wizards, "Pelt him with these beauts, me boyos!" he cried and he sent the first egg into the mass of flames. All watched as a small puff of purple smoke rose as the egg was consumed in the inferno. Then followed an a slight expectant pause before a frightening explosion of sparks and whistles and reports sent all for cover. The flames howled in pain. Quickly another egg was lobbed in resulting in another tell-tale puff followed by an explosion. A steady stream of magic egg-grenades rained into the bonfire. The ground shook with the succession of explosion and sky filled with a rainbow of arcane sparks and tossed embers.  







The sane wizards sought cover behind trees, chairs and their own hands. The foolish stood defiantly as chunks of molten vis shot by, staring at the doomed demon lord final moments. When the bangs subsided and the smoke thinned they could see that all that remained was the thick main pole they had mounted the effigy on, but to their horror it now appeared as a charred magnet pole with the black and purple sun of Demogorgon's soul trapped by it.

The destruction of a demonic soul of such power was far beyond the working of these hedge-wizards and bush-sages. The black and ultra-violet soul began to wax vivid now and the flickering form of Demogorgon attempted to re-re-materialize. The wards were ashes, the wands spent, the leprechaun's pot near empty, if the double-headed beast returned, the wizards could do naught. Old talismans were rubbed and well-worn mantras recalled.

The cosmic wizards swung his torch into the charred pole but it was the torch that shattered sending splinters toward the leprechaun. The bush-sage did the same and saw his torch shatter and accidental strike one of the drummer. More wizards rushed to do similar with no more success. Then the injured drummer approached ... and hefted the massive blackened thighbone of the Demogorgon. His fellow magi counseled caution but he swung it hard against the pole. The towering pole shook and spat embers but did not sunder nor repulse the foul black-lit soul. Again the drummer knotted his muscles and hard swung the smoking blackened thighbone against the charring pole and with a scream of magical backwash and snapping wood the pole toppled. A murmur of cheers and relief followed.



The signs and portents during the ritual were soon discussed and dissected. Wizards are a solitary lot and must suck every sample source dry. The bush-sage gazed at the fallen log. "Due north - that confirms it - it is naught but a  old cannibal demon in an emperor's clothes," he pondered. "It will make haste to the northern wastes where it must circle with the ever-hungry boreal wind spirits and winter ogres before it can return to its' sepulchral house of Whitebone to re-materialize." A green bottle of spicy germanic spirits was passed between the wizards and they all took a sip. The rite was finished. Such as we wilt it - such it was doned.

The retired back to the warm lodge that stood near the ritual Fire Pit. There they reminisced and plyed their weird instruments with strange discordant tunes that made it impossible for a note to sound sour. And a seagull was squeezed so finely and rhythmically that many remarked upon it. And they laughed and talked long into the night.

Looked to be an amazing night.

Many thanks for the write up and pics. Sorry I missed it.

Yeah do I attest that it was so on that night. Let the rights of spring reign!

Time to brush-up on our last explosive encounter. The first step to adventure is checking the lore.