A troubling letter…

The generic location seems out of place in this fanciful script.

I received a letter yesterday. It was from a deliberately untraceable origin: a generic distribution centre in Toronto.

The return address was written in a spidery, nearly unintelligible script, as if by a crazed scholar or antiquarian. It felt rushed and desperate.

My name and a blood red stamp of “Received Undeliverable”…

Inside was another envelope. This one was more tattered, beaten up and dirty. It had a dusty, musty brown stain on it that smelled faintly of cinnamon. I’m getting a little worried here as I see my name written in the same decrepit handwriting.

Like a dream, I was trusted with forbidden texts…

Upon opening it, I found that it had been stuffed with a printed letter (water stained) and four small sheafs of paper; excerpts from a novel, it seemed.

The letter explained that due to governmental and institutional censorship of literature, someone was trying to preserve a forbidden, controversial work by spreading parts of it throughout to world (like seeds… shudder).

His or her signature was completely destroyed by a water stain:

“Please keep this safe… show it to the future…” – Anonymous

I dared to read the texts. I felt an exhilarating shudder as I saw the title of the play: The King in Yellow. I knew of this blasphemous play and of how it ruined lives. If it really existed, it deserved to be banned!

I could not help myself. I read all of the excerpts, feeling excitement and dread.

Camilla, Cassilda… the black lake… am I doomed?

Somehow, someone out there knows of my fascination with The Yellow King, Hastur, as well as with the famous Mythos spawned from Azathoth and it’s high Priest in R’lyeh.

How? Is it because I have friends out there on many forums and circles? I’ve spoken of dreaded Carcosa before on my blog. I’m both honoured and worried that I’ve been targeted by this mad, desperate scholar.

Carcosa. This isn’t some fun, geek fandom thing. This play destroys life, ruins minds. I both thank and curse whoever found me out and targetted me. My life- no, worse, my soul- is set upon a course that I can no longer understand. I may be doomed.

Stay tuned… Please my readers… I don’t know where this may go…

Pity me!

Portraits of cultists

This is for my upcoming adventure module called A Thousand Fathoms Deep. It was formerly known as the Sepulchre of the Abyss (based on the module that I submitted to One Page Dungeon a few years back).

Here are some quick and dirty portraits of two Augurs of the Dark Light. Their eyes are pitch black: without reflection of any kind.

(yes, the one on the left has a dead sea-horse pendant)