Cthulhu Mythos

[close] The Prophet had died, before finishing one final story. Unlike his other works, this one, this one would had held the truth, the full truth, the Fate of Man, of Earth, the Future. Such a shame it was left unfinished. It would have told them what do do when the Old Ones came, they all just hid and ran, and now....the Gods take back the Earth. He awakes from His sleeping temple in the sea, She returns with Her thousand young, He crawls over the ground once more, They have come back, and are here to stay. May Yog-Sothoth have mercy upon us.

[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!

[close] Into every generation, there is a chosen one. One girl in all the world. She alone will wield the strength and skill to stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness; To stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the S L A Y E R

[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!