Sulklos the Dream-Walker | Eldritch Winter Bard Ballad from the Cosmic Void

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Tonight our bards sing of Sulklos — a being born from the cosmic void, far older than kingdoms, yet strangely drawn to winter songs, warm lights, and shared laughter.

It’s a bard ballad about curiosity, dreams, and finding a place to belong, even if you come from beyond the stars.

Listen closely, not everything in the dark means harm.

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Thanks for the original story to ‪@piyaroq8189‬ :
"Sulklos is a casual observer from the cosmic void. Like any eldritch beings, ‘he’ looks horrifying to us. Too many eyes to see, too many skinny limbs and too many teeth in places where they shouldn’t be.
Unlike other eldritch beings who pay no mind to mortals, Sulklos enjoys watching mortal activities. Then ‘he’ notices this pattern of festivities on this particular time of the year and wishes to join in. 😇

Unfortunately, mortals recoils in horror and no festivities are held when Sulklos shows up. Sulklos is sad and left the mortal realm to think of a way to join—-then he has an idea. ‘He’ will join the festivities in mortals’s dreams instead.

And so ‘he’ goes, appearing as the same race of the dreamer, joining different versions of winter festivity. The cozy elves, the boisterous dwarfs, jovial humans and even the chaotic goblins and orcs.🤣❄️🥳😆🎉🧊🥶🍻
That way, Sulklos gets to enjoy the festivities without scaring them.

And once the festivities are over, Sulklos retreats back to the cosmic void, still humming in the songs ‘he’ heard in the parties.
….and mortals waking up confused, seeing plushies of eldritch being left behind as a thank you from Sulklos"

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Gather close, good folk, warm hands by flame,
Tonight we sing a curious name.
A tale of horror, strange in form,
Yet not all fangs and eyes bring harm.

Judge not the shape nor flee in fright,
For even horrors love delight.

From the cosmic void where starlight thins,
A watcher drifts — grim Sulklos grins.
Too many eyes that never sleep,
Too many limbs that twist and creep.
Teeth where none were meant to be,
A sight no mortal wants to see.

Yet unlike gods who turn away
From fragile laughs and fleeting days,
He watched the mortals year by year,
Till winter songs rang bright and clear.

Sing, sing, the winter night,
Even monsters love the light!
Eyes so many, hearts still warm,
Not all dread is meant to harm.
Sing, sing, let tankards flow,
Even eldritch hearts can glow!

Long ago his shadow fell
On a realm both crowned and well-defended well.
Bells went mute and fires died,
Steel was drawn in fear and pride.
When Sulklos came to join the cheer,
Markets closed, the streets ran clear.

Candies froze, the songs were slain,
Every visit ended same —
Lights went dark, the crowds all fled,
Winter feasts lay cold and dead.

Sing, sing, the winter night,
Fear can blind the kindest sight!
Claws and eyes may look severe,
Still joy pulls the watcher near.
Sing, sing, let laughter roam,
Every soul seeks hearth and home!

Still he would not let it fade,
Festive magic held him swayed.
Lantern glow and music sound
Wrapped his ancient mind spellbound.
Back he drifted, sad and torn,
To think alone where stars are born.

Then a thought lit up the dark:
Dreams have doors and minds have spark.
In mortal sleep he changed his face,
Elf or dwarf of any race.
Humans cheered and goblins spun,
Orcs danced wild till night was done.

Sing, sing, through dream and snow,
Where no fear is left to grow!
Different forms, the same delight,
Dream-born feasts till morning light.
Sing, sing, till night is done,
Every dream invites the god!

When the final song was sung,
And silent bells from rafters hung,
Back he slipped to cosmic deep,
All the tunes he chose to keep.
Humming songs of ale and cheer,
Far beyond the mortal sphere.

Mortals woke with puzzled eyes,
Wondering why their fears felt light.
On their beds, a gift so odd:
Plush soft dolls of eldritch god.

So end the feast, return to trade,
The winter fades, the debts are paid.
Yet from the void, on coldest nights,
His humming drifts through fading lights…

Sing, sing, through dream and snow,
Where no fear is left to grow!
Different forms, the same delight,
Dream-born feasts till morning light.
Sing, sing, till night is done
Every dream invites the god!

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