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Posted: 2005-12-05 11:15pm
Sirs, madams,
I am not an affluent man, and though having experienced a long life, not one blessed with an abundance of progeny. For all that rumors hold me to be spendthrift, and indeed as lavish a companion as one might find, I now reside friendless and alone, my fortunes squandered upon frivolities I can now scarce put a name to. Whatever proclivities and loathsome practices that hearsay would attribute to my person, it is assuredly the nature of any man to fashion himself a legacy, so as to pass onto future generations some form of memory or token of past exploits, lest he be cast adrift in time, lost to its bleak oblivion.
Upon reading this, a reader might naturally assume my meaning to be an allusion to a state of material immortality, in which a giver such as myself would bequeath his material possessions to ones kith and kin, the surplus presumably sold at auctions. In this vein, word has reached me of a great deal of discussion regarding the modest collection of literatures and volumes that I, with the able assistance of associates, have conscentiously gathered from far and wide during a period of several years. Such considerations may well have proven perspicacious, yet ultimately immaterial, for it is in fact not the true inheritance I have fashioned.
During my later years, I have maintained a lasting exchange of letters between myself and Dr Maschias Gray of the Miscatonic University, whom I have also infrequently visited. Several volumes, all but indicipherable, have passed between our hands, and our scrutiny has revealed a ghastly secret. For, within each childhood fancy, behind all tales of horrid creatures that dwelt beyond the perception of men, there lurks a frightful reality. But, I hasten to implore you, before consigning this letter to the flames and my name to forgetfulness, I would ask that you find the time to peruse the formulas I have here gathered. For within them is lies the secret of binding and commanding these dread creatures, be it an Old One from the far planes of Ayess'veyess, the dreaded Fungi from Essbeh, or a slithering Moderator from Ezdeeh'neht.
As for myself, the Horrors I have witnessed have robbed my spirit of the will to live. This letter, and my undersigned will, shall be my last message to the world.
Sincerely,
Jaime Daxburne,
New England,
on the 14th of December in the Year of our Lord 1912.
Here follow the Words of Binding. Theirs is the power to shackle flesh and call across unimaginable gulfs of space. Neglect these at your peril.
Alyeska
To call upon The Pervading Ooze is not an easy task. It requires a sizeable quantity of seminal fluid to be poured over the model of an aether cruser, which must be inscribed with the ancient Sumerian word "Enterprise". At the apex of the ritual, the model is shattered. This enrages the creature, which will then appear and attempt to tear the summoner apart.
The words of power are thus:
"Cross the farthest void, I call to thee!
Mine is the shield that light cannot breach.
Across the frontier final, my words be heard!
My power twists space and bridges time.
By the toupee and the girdle, I call your name:
come forth, ascend, appear
from where no man has gone before!"
Dahl-tohn
Vast and cyclopedean, ever hungry, this being is slow to notice the actions of lesser creatures. It leaves its state of torpor but rarely, preferring to contemplate the weird mysteries that Man was not meant to know. Provoking it to action is not a task to be undertaken lightly, or even at all.
The instructions for summoning this great being vary, and are obscure at best. Most seem to agree on a plentitude of food being present, but disagree on whether the summoner himself counts.
Thus go the words of Power:
"In the aspect of Collins, thief of dreams,
I stir thy thoughts from their paths.
By the dark wings of Elim, ever yawning,
I impel thee to wakefulness.
By the Dark One and by the Madman,
I fire thy cavernous heart,
so that thou mightest move.
Arise, Roby! Still Bitter, Roby! RIISE!"
It should be noted that shrieking out the last part is optional.
Durandula
A monstrous, loathsome entity, spider-like and fey, instilling all that gaze upon it with pervading, malign terror. This creature dwells farther out than most Old Ones, but it is nonetheless disturbingly easy to provoke its attention. No invocations that I have gleaned from these volumes have allowed me to summon this dread creature; however I have translated a spell that should compel it to some semblence of obedience.
"Thou who forever walketh these shores,
mine is the hand to which you will bend.
In the name of the Slayer and the light of the firefly,
and by the place where the gods go to die,
my word is your will. My whim is your purpose!
Come, and united we shall kick posterior."
I am not an affluent man, and though having experienced a long life, not one blessed with an abundance of progeny. For all that rumors hold me to be spendthrift, and indeed as lavish a companion as one might find, I now reside friendless and alone, my fortunes squandered upon frivolities I can now scarce put a name to. Whatever proclivities and loathsome practices that hearsay would attribute to my person, it is assuredly the nature of any man to fashion himself a legacy, so as to pass onto future generations some form of memory or token of past exploits, lest he be cast adrift in time, lost to its bleak oblivion.
Upon reading this, a reader might naturally assume my meaning to be an allusion to a state of material immortality, in which a giver such as myself would bequeath his material possessions to ones kith and kin, the surplus presumably sold at auctions. In this vein, word has reached me of a great deal of discussion regarding the modest collection of literatures and volumes that I, with the able assistance of associates, have conscentiously gathered from far and wide during a period of several years. Such considerations may well have proven perspicacious, yet ultimately immaterial, for it is in fact not the true inheritance I have fashioned.
During my later years, I have maintained a lasting exchange of letters between myself and Dr Maschias Gray of the Miscatonic University, whom I have also infrequently visited. Several volumes, all but indicipherable, have passed between our hands, and our scrutiny has revealed a ghastly secret. For, within each childhood fancy, behind all tales of horrid creatures that dwelt beyond the perception of men, there lurks a frightful reality. But, I hasten to implore you, before consigning this letter to the flames and my name to forgetfulness, I would ask that you find the time to peruse the formulas I have here gathered. For within them is lies the secret of binding and commanding these dread creatures, be it an Old One from the far planes of Ayess'veyess, the dreaded Fungi from Essbeh, or a slithering Moderator from Ezdeeh'neht.
As for myself, the Horrors I have witnessed have robbed my spirit of the will to live. This letter, and my undersigned will, shall be my last message to the world.
Sincerely,
Jaime Daxburne,
New England,
on the 14th of December in the Year of our Lord 1912.
Here follow the Words of Binding. Theirs is the power to shackle flesh and call across unimaginable gulfs of space. Neglect these at your peril.
Alyeska
To call upon The Pervading Ooze is not an easy task. It requires a sizeable quantity of seminal fluid to be poured over the model of an aether cruser, which must be inscribed with the ancient Sumerian word "Enterprise". At the apex of the ritual, the model is shattered. This enrages the creature, which will then appear and attempt to tear the summoner apart.
The words of power are thus:
"Cross the farthest void, I call to thee!
Mine is the shield that light cannot breach.
Across the frontier final, my words be heard!
My power twists space and bridges time.
By the toupee and the girdle, I call your name:
come forth, ascend, appear
from where no man has gone before!"
Dahl-tohn
Vast and cyclopedean, ever hungry, this being is slow to notice the actions of lesser creatures. It leaves its state of torpor but rarely, preferring to contemplate the weird mysteries that Man was not meant to know. Provoking it to action is not a task to be undertaken lightly, or even at all.
The instructions for summoning this great being vary, and are obscure at best. Most seem to agree on a plentitude of food being present, but disagree on whether the summoner himself counts.
Thus go the words of Power:
"In the aspect of Collins, thief of dreams,
I stir thy thoughts from their paths.
By the dark wings of Elim, ever yawning,
I impel thee to wakefulness.
By the Dark One and by the Madman,
I fire thy cavernous heart,
so that thou mightest move.
Arise, Roby! Still Bitter, Roby! RIISE!"
It should be noted that shrieking out the last part is optional.
Durandula
A monstrous, loathsome entity, spider-like and fey, instilling all that gaze upon it with pervading, malign terror. This creature dwells farther out than most Old Ones, but it is nonetheless disturbingly easy to provoke its attention. No invocations that I have gleaned from these volumes have allowed me to summon this dread creature; however I have translated a spell that should compel it to some semblence of obedience.
"Thou who forever walketh these shores,
mine is the hand to which you will bend.
In the name of the Slayer and the light of the firefly,
and by the place where the gods go to die,
my word is your will. My whim is your purpose!
Come, and united we shall kick posterior."
