Ricinus

On the fungus planet of Ricinus, the race of Cynadus thrived as they scored a large trade deal with Sinister’s trade capital, Limehold. The physical resilience of the Cynadus lead to the high value of Cynadus blood. Their blood is known to neutralize many poisons and venoms. Notably, Cynadus individuals are highly resistant to arsenic poisoning, often using it as a hallucinogenic drug. An effect often seen before the almost impossible overdose on arsenic is the loss of sight and sense of hunger.

History

The Origin

A sickly drug addict by the name of “Oh” was on the most pivotal trip of his life. Multiple hallucinogens combined with psychedelics fiddled with his brain, orchestrating an oddly successful plan. A shadowy clone of himself appeared before him and spoke in a somewhat whimsical voice. The hallucination before him commanded that he used the now freely available interplanetary travel, provided by Limehold. Using this vehicle, he must travel to the High-Warlock and consume the “Most Powerful Hallucinogen in the universe”. Still higher than a satellite, Oh gathered bags of fungus and pills before rushing into a rented spacecraft. His brain felt like it was boiling as he absentmindedly set the ship on a course to the High-Warlock.

Spending 1,000 years of his drunken life, Oh consumed a fragment of the Warlock, giving him the ironic ability to control arsenic.

He sobered slightly as his ship finally returned to his now developed home. Highrises littered the surface as countless trade ships dashed between ports and the blackness of space. Though Oh had just lost his family and friends, all he could think about was drugs. Through the countless thoughts of brain altering pills, a message came into his shriveling mind. It was like a call or an order. It was as if a god-like voice, similar in tone to his own had spoken to him. This voice that may or may not have been an auditory hallucination commanded him to seize control of Ricinus. Oh squinted in confusion as he took more pills. With each drug he ingested, the divine voice in his head grew louder. It told him that he would become the most powerful on Ricinus, working as the prophet of this world.

That could all be possible with his power of arsenic. A semi-nauseated smile crept across Oh’s powdered stained face as the villainous voice residing in his skull provided him with intricate instructions as to how to take over the planet.

The detailed nature of the plans that were spat at Oh could only make you wonder if the voice talking to him was an actual separate entity. Or maybe the voice is just Oh’s wicked suppressed desires. Intelligence is by nature immoral after all.

Oh’s so called god continued to feed him information and plans. He began to craft masks of clay, plaster and crudely scrapped paper. Costumes of glued fabric and textiles were hurriedly put together by Oh’s shaky hands. Through this process of admittedly unskilled work, Oh used his ability to consume arsenic in mass amounts. His brain swiftly became dependent on the metalloid.

Countless days past as Oh’s health deteriorated. His body craved for water and food but his want for arsenic overcame his survival instinct. The voice was but a whisper when he ate normally anyways. It was nothing but a waste of time to step away from the arsenic or his god’s plans.

The Arrival of the Warlock

Oh put on his poorly built mask with a similar look to a skull. A haphazardly stitched cloak rested on his shoulders as he stepped outside. Arsenic leaked out of the ground, vaporizing and moving through the surface atmosphere as Oh raised his arms.

Arsenic began to enter every living being’s bloodstream, diluting their thoughts and rational thinking skills. Just as Oh’s inner voice told him, he attacked news and journalism outlets as his new persona, Lockly, the Son of the High-Warlock.

Rational thoughts being trapped by arsenic laced air, the civilians allowed Lockly to do this. They saw not a man in a costume but a prophet in prestigious robes and a crown composed of unimaginable materials.

• “My name is Lockly, Son of the High-Warlock. I have been sent down from the cosmos to lead the Cynadus with my brethren. Oh, the God of Sight has opened your eyes to the world. If you don’t want to live by our rule, you by extension, don’t want to live.” –Lockly’s message broadcast across the world.

For a small moment, people panicked before quickly becoming addicted to the arsenic that hugged the planet’s surface. People who initially ran for help or safety came back almost immediately for that sweet taste of 33 protons. Oh laughed at the once esteemed public figures or scientists on the verge of creating something magnificent; all of them served him now. They almost mindlessly completed tasks, not even realizing their actions.

Religious Figures

Lockly, the Son of the High-Warlock

The first prophet to arrive on Ricinus. Lockly, though one of the more famous prophets to the High-Warlock, possessed no powers or abilities. This lack of power did not speak weakness however. At the mere sight of Lockly, citizens of Ricinus bowed and praised without even an ounce of hesitation. It was as if Lockly leaked his respect for the Warlock onto those around him. Lockly is the head figure and ambassador for announcements and orders from the High-Warlock.

Oh, the God of Sight

A seemingly omniscient individual with a mass of eyes for its head. Oh is known to be the main protector of Ricinus, being able to control the Cynadus' ability to see as well as full control over an unknown metal that he could utilize as fast moving weapons. Below is Oh's most famous speech that spanned the course of six hours.

"CITIZENS OF RICINUS! My name is Oh, the God of Sight. I am the one that lets you see the prophets, gods, goddesses and divine children. I am what opened your eyes. The purple mist that blocks out the light every week was caused by me. That euphoric fog is what allows you to see. It is what opens your mind. It is the delectable ichor, the divine blood, the forbidden nectar, the most delicious fruit. And I gave it to you. Remember that! You are all below me and all of the beings that I so graciously let you see. Your eyes are caused by me, yes, but that is not all. In addition to your amazing gifts of visual prowess, I am the one that is protecting all of you from outside influence. Those fools from Limehold that were supposedly giving us 'innovation'. Yeah, those idiots are gone now because I am protecting you with MY power; with MY abilities. And no, no, no, I am not just stopping them from attacking us. I shoe off so many threats every week by just flicking my wrist in their direction. That's right! Interplanetary civilizations run from ME when I tell them to. Actually no, they run from me and I don't even have to say a FUCKING WORD. They all turn tail and run away like bugs and I don't even have to get up from my throne. Do you all understand? Scream it at me! Let me know that you care! YEAH! That's what I'm talking about. This crowd of people, all of your families, they are here and protected you. All of your children, every time you got up to eat your four course meals, every time you felt any happiness is because I got out of bed and decided that I was feeling a tiny bit generous that day."