Cthulhu Mythos

[close] Two years ago five kids in Arkham, Massachusetts attempted a ritual to summon an Ancient God. Four out of the five died when it went wrong. ❝Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴀʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Sɪʟᴠᴇʀ Kᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ Aʙʏsᴍᴀʟ Gᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Iä, Ië!❞ A group of Dungeon and Dragon playing teens hear a rumor that a book of human skin has made it's way to Arkham's Museum and plan on stealing it, believing the book to be the infamous Necromonicon. What they ended up doing was causing a catastrophic chain reaction of events. In Arkham, Massachusetts, there are strange and unexplained happenings. From the outside, this looks like just another boring, rural town; but it is much more than that. Haunting things lurk in the shadows, something vile hides behind every corner. Missing persons are reported practically every day - people just keep disappearing. Strange noises coming from the woods and odd lights dance over the ocean. Bodies turn up mutilated and in pieces. Something is out there, awaiting you in the darkness. It is clear, the Hour is nigh...but will you survive long enough to witness Their return?

[close] I'm Matthew Davenport, a writer of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror. My works are available through most major retailers. I write a lot of short stories and have three novels out currently. I'm also a writer of Serialized Adventure, which you can also find through most major retailers. My first novel RANDOM STRANGER was hailed as an Epic Urban Fantasy story and the sequel, STRANGER BOOKS,has also done well. My most recent novel THE TRIALS OF OBED MARSH follows the descent of the town of Innsmouth as portrayed in the writings of H. P. Lovecraft. Please feel free to use this site to ask me any questions and I'll do my best to answer them all.

[close] Arkham, Massachusetts. Founded in 1667 by John Arkham, Roger Phelps, and William Derleth just north of Boston on the shore of the Miskatonic River, from which the local University got its name, Arkham has always been the center of strange and unusual happenings. The name itself comes from the local native dialect denoting the negative spiritual activity which haunts the Western Hills. Cults litter the town's pasts, along with the mysterious disappearance of the Indigenous American tribe - the Miskatonics - whose origin is unknown, unrelated to nearby Algonquian peoples, give the town an eerie and uncanny air to it. Stranger still, once one enters Arkahm city limits, one almost never seems to be able to leave. There is always something keeping them here. In truth, demons, children of the Great Old Ones from beyond the stars, have always made this town their home. They have lied in wait for the return of their overlords, and they will not have to wait much longer, for soon, the stars will be right. The Gods shall awaken. Yog-Sothoth have mercy on us all!

[close] ❝ Tʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʟɪᴇ, ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Aɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀᴇᴏɴs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅɪᴇ. ❞ Al Azif, Reu Nu Pert Em Hru, Raudskinna, Naturon Demonto, Necromonicon, The Book of The Dead. It has been known by many names, but in every account over the centuries, one thing remains constant: To read that book is to court death. And if you do not lose your life, you will surely lose your mind, as madness plagues those whose eyes have seen the pages of this damned tome. Within it lies the things man was not meant to know. Spells, rituals, incantations. All manner of diabolical ways to conjure up abominations and atrocities that defile the very laws of nature and bring with them dark secrets which were lost to time. Such dark magics were thought to have been purged from the Earth by the Christians and their One God, but the Ancient Ones' Forbidden Knowledge still lingers on this world, and copies of the Black Book still remain. One such codex landed in your hands. One of the last Grimoires in existance, full of the most vile magics - and you have it in your possession. Let us lose our minds together. Ia! Ia! Ph'nglui Mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!