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Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa. —"Cassilda's Song" in The King in Yellow Act 1, Scene 2

"Have you found the Yellow Sign?"

"I say to you againe, doe not call up Any that you can not put downe; by the Which I meane, Any that can in Turne call up somewhat against you, whereby your Powerfullest Devices may not be of use. Ask of the Lesser, lest the Greater shall not wish to Answer, and shall commande more than you." - H. P. Lovecraft, "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward"

"...the daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods, blind, voiceless, tenebrous, and mindless, with their soul and messenger Nyarlathotep." — H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

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Determine Your Own Demise #7: Tabernacle of the Troll God. You are the Hero! Choose from 19 horrible fates!

"Have you seen the Yellow Sign?"

"Ithaqua carries his victims with him in the far spaces above the earth..." -- August Derleth, "Beyond the Threshold"

"The spawn of Yuggoth had perished aeons before, but had left behind them one monstrous and terrible living thing which could never die—their hellish god or patron daemon Ghatanothoa, which lowered and brooded eternally though unseen in the crypts beneath that fortress on Yaddith-Gho." - H. P. Lovecraft and Hazel Heald, "Out of the Aeons"

"Where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare."

Have you seen the Yellow Sign?

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

Education opens the door to a different world

The daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods.

"Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . ." The Crawling Chaos, the Black Pharaoh, the Ghost of the Dark, the God of the Bloody Tongue. Iä! Iä!

“There is a theory going around that the U.S.A. was and still is a gigantic Masonic plot under the ultimate control of the group known as the Illuminati. It is difficult to look for long at the strange single eye crowning the pyramid which is found on every dollar bill and not begin to believe the story, a little." ― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

"...the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now." - Robert W. Chambers, The Yellow Sign

“The Thing cannot be described - there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful.” - H. P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"

"The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen."

Gruß vom Krampus!

"Stupendous and unheard-of splendours await me below, and I shall seek them soon..." - H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow over Innsmouth

“The Thing cannot be described - there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful.” ? H. P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"

"Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods!" — H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

"If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful."

Scary Stories to Tell in the Underdark

Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate.

"Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!" — H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

"There is a legend that Ithaqua carries his victims with him in the far spaces above the earth..." -- August Derleth, "Beyond the Threshold"

"...shocking and uncouth black things with smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, unpleasant horns that curved inward toward each other, bat wings whose beating made no sound, ugly prehensile paws, and barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly. And worst of all, they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of night-gaunts." - H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

"It was a colossal and nameless blasphemy with glaring red eyes, and it held in bony claws a thing that had been a man, gnawing at the head as a child nibbles at a stick of candy."

“Do not call up that which you cannot put down.” - H. P. Lovecraft, The Case of Charles Dexter Ward

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.

Thank you for being a fiend!

"It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed Its gelatinous green immensity through the black doorway into the tainted outside air of that poison city of madness." — H. P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

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