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Voruthrax, the Abyssal Tarrask, is Gluttony incarnate. This colossal force of endless hunger devours all in its path. Neither cunning schemer nor subtle corrupter, it is a living catastrophe, a monstrous tide of consumption that reshapes the Fourth Layer of Oblivion into its image. To encounter Voruthrax is not to meet a god, but to face annihilation itself, for its hunger is eternal and its ruin inevitable.

Description

Voruthrax, the Abyssal Tarrask, is a nightmarish fusion of demonic essence and primal monstrosity. Towering like a living mountain, this kaiju-like behemoth moves on six thick, muscular legs, each ending in massive claws that carve deep trenches into the decayed terrain of Choliedax. Its presence radiates an oppressive aura of gluttony and destruction, embodying an insatiable hunger that consumes everything in its path.

His body is covered in rough, scaled hide that gleams with an oily sheen, mottled with hues of sickly green and obsidian black. A spiked, turtle-like shell dominates its back, its jagged edges resembling a fortress of living corruption. Toxic vapours rise from cracks in the shell, spreading decay and sapping vitality from anything nearby.

Voruthrax’s head is a grotesque amalgamation of abyssal horrors, resembling a monstrous blend of reptilian and draconic features. Jagged, uneven horns jut out from its skull, framing a massive maw filled with rows of razor-sharp, jagged teeth. Its glowing yellow eyes radiate malice and unquenchable hunger, instilling despair in all who meet its gaze. Streams of bile occasionally drip from its maw, corroding the ground beneath him.

Every movement of Voruthrax is accompanied by the sound of quaking ground and groaning earth. Its sheer size and weight reshape the landscape, leaving trails of destruction and decay wherever it roams. It is not merely a creature but a force of nature—an unstoppable tide of gluttony and ruin that embodies the very essence of Choliedax.

Personality

Voruthrax is the embodiment of insatiable hunger, a bottomless maw of ruin given monstrous form. Its mind is not driven by ambition, envy, or lust for power, but by a primal compulsion to consume without end. It devours all in its path—stone, soil, flesh, and spirit—leaving nothing but hollowed trenches and rotting wastelands in its wake.

Unlike other Sinlords who scheme or seduce, Voruthrax cannot be bargained with or reasoned into alliance. Its will is gluttony itself: relentless, thoughtless, and merciless. Even its moments of stillness are deceptive, for it hungers even then, bile dripping from its maw as if its very body revolts against the pause of consumption. Its sheer presence saps the strength of those nearby, gnawing at body and soul until resistance crumbles.

Though bestial in nature, Voruthrax radiates a terrible cunning—an awareness that its hunger is not only physical, but cosmic. It consumes not simply to gorge, but to erase, as though its very essence rebels against creation itself. To it, everything is food, and everything must be unmade. In this, it is both monster and natural disaster, a force of annihilation masquerading as flesh and shell.

Realm

The 4th Layer of Oblivion

Voruthrax forged Choliedax, the Fourth Layer of Oblivion, from the grotesque fusion of shattered Abyssal pits and ruined Infernal strongholds. What emerged is a realm swollen with corruption, its very landscape bloated as though the plane itself were overfed. Mountains sag like festering carcasses, their slopes weeping with black ichor. Vast plains quiver beneath their own weight, collapsing into sinkholes that belch forth noxious gases and torrents of bile. Rivers of acidic sludge meander through this diseased wasteland, their currents eating into the soil until only scarred fissures remain. The skies above are heavy and bruised, a constant pall of rancid vapour that drains the strength and spirit of all who inhale it. Here, every breath carries the taste of decay, and every step sinks into the rot of indulgence made manifest.

At the heart of this abomination prowls Voruthrax himself, an unstoppable predator whose endless hunger defines the very rhythm of the land. Its colossal form leaves gouged trenches where its claws fall, and wherever its bile touches, the terrain blackens into barren ruin. Choliedax itself seems to echo its appetite; storms of fetid wind howl across the wastes, carrying whispers of gnawing cravings into the ears of the damned.

Souls condemned to Choliedax are not merely imprisoned, consumed by their own desires. Twisted shades wander the toxic bogs and cracked wastelands, tormented by cravings they can never satisfy. Some gorge themselves endlessly on sludge, filth, or even each other, yet remain forever hollow. Others wither into husks, their essence siphoned by the land to feed the Abyssal Tarrask. Their lamentations reverberate through the fetid valleys, serving as a dreadful hymn to their god’s excess.

Choliedax is not only a prison but also a proving ground. The corrupted, the gluttonous, and the greedy who are drawn here are tested by their appetites. Few escape the realm’s festering touch; fewer still dare to resist it. To walk its soil is to stand upon the edge of annihilation, for in Choliedax, nothing exists that is not eventually devoured.

Tenets

The Maw’s Doctrine

The followers of Voruthrax obey no scripture etched in stone nor wisdom whispered by priests. Instead, they surrender to the gnawing compulsion that rules their god: hunger eternal. The Maw’s Doctrine teaches that nothing is sacred but the act of devouring, and through consumption, one draws closer to the abyssal truth of their lord.

Tenets of the Maw’s Doctrine:

1. Consume Without Restraint
   Hunger is a divine gift. To deny it is blasphemy. Eat, devour, and gorge until nothing remains.

2. All Things Are Meat
   Soil, stone, flesh, and soul—nothing is beyond the Maw. All that exists is nourishment for its dominion.

3. Leave Nothing But Ruin
   Wherever you feed, ensure famine follows. The land, like the body, must wither beneath the feast.

4. Glut Is Glory
   To grow fat, bloated, and monstrous is to walk in Voruthrax’s shadow. Indulgence is sanctification.

5. The Maw Never Closes
   Hunger is eternal. Even in fullness, crave. Even in excess, want. To cease desiring is to betray the god of ruin.
   
   

Worshippers

Those who bow to Voruthrax are united by one shared obsession: consumption without restraint. They are not bound together by a church, creed, or holy order, but by the gnawing compulsion that mirrors the hunger of their god. Its followers are grotesquely diverse, yet all see in him a reflection of their own cravings.

Among its worshippers are gourmands, gluttons, and decadent lords who gorge themselves on banquets beyond mortal measure, believing their indulgence brings them closer to Voruthrax’s essence. Chefs, butchers, and alchemists of flesh serve him as well, seeing their craft as sacred acts of devotion when they create meals designed not to nourish, but to overwhelm and consume.

Others are drawn from the ranks of the rich and powerful, nobles whose corpulence is matched only by their greed, their bodies monuments to the excesses they revere. In their eyes, to feed endlessly—on food, wealth, or even people—is to honour the Abyssal Tarrask. Some take this further, eating their enemies alive or consuming rare, forbidden delicacies as ritual offerings.

The most fanatical worshippers are those who seek to become living reflections of Voruthrax’s hunger. These cultists grow obsessed with devouring everything around them—flesh, ash, even soil—until they are transformed into bloated, shambling horrors. Many perish in their madness, consumed by the very hunger they once glorified.

No temple of Voruthrax lasts long, for its cults are nomadic by necessity. They desecrate the land they gather upon, turning feasts into frenzied orgies of destruction. Where they pass, famine follows, leaving nothing but barren stretches of earth and skeletal remains. Its worshippers are not missionaries but plagues of indulgence, each one a small echo of the abyssal hunger that drives their god.

Myths & Legends

The Abyssal Ravager

Voruthrax’s origins trace back to a grotesque layer of the Abyss ruled by the Demon Lord of Endless Hunger, a gluttonous being who presided over a realm of bloated landscapes and festering rot. This ruler delighted in creating beasts that mirrored its insatiable appetite. One such creation was Voruthrax, a monstrous Abyssal Tarrask, a fusion of demonic essence and primal destruction, bred to be the ultimate weapon and mount.

The Tarrask, a colossal predator with a thick, armoured shell reminiscent of a warped, abyssal turtle, was adorned with jagged spines dripping with bile and a maw large enough to consume structures whole. Its grotesque form was accentuated by oozing fissures, sharp claws, and eyes glowing with unquenchable hunger.

However, the Demon Lord’s arrogance and indulgence became its downfall. Voruthrax, perceiving its master as weak and unworthy, turned on him, devouring him whole in an act of rebellion. This act shattered the stability of the layer, causing it to collapse into itself and unleashing Voruthrax upon the Abyss.

Devourer of Realms

Freed from its master’s control, Voruthrax roamed the Abyss, consuming parts of other domains associated with gluttony, decay, and excess. Its insatiable hunger reshaped the essence of these realms into fragments of its own grotesque identity. Among the consumed were:

• A slithering ruler’s oozing domain, where slime and decay reigned supreme.
• The savage lord’s endless maze, a realm of primal indulgence and labyrinthine chaos.

Each conquest further transformed Voruthrax, amplifying its size and power as it turned realms into desolate, festering wastelands in its wake.

The Conquest of the Infernal Flame
As the War of the Gods reached its climax, Voruthrax’s rampage brought him to the Fourth Inferno, a fiery realm of molten rivers and volcanic agony ruled by a pair of scheming infernal overlords. Weakened by divine conflict, the overlords' fragile alliance could not withstand Voruthrax’s overwhelming hunger. In a brutal campaign, it consumed them both, absorbing their infernal essence and reshaping the once-fiery domain into a land of bile and rot.