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Unsettling implications.
from Grims Diary
“As the next days rolled around, I quickly lost count of the hours that Glyph spent over that toomb-like tome. Its nonsensical readings called out to her, like some personal challenge. A secret she became even more enwraptured to crack.
I know my Glyph enough to leave her to her own when she becomes enamored by some written mystery. I made it a point not to care, since the task seems to me impossible. Yet she assured me that the read was not in vain.
Though its strange ans shifting texts varied greatly in context and era, language and writing, as if penned by manny a mind for a myriad of purposes, she swore she had finally found something interesting. A most peculiar script written in a language considered long dead and forbidden, even in the ancient days.
I myself knew scaresly litte, and could never hope to comprehend the strange symbols, or the ciphers needed to decipher them. But Glyph, ever eager to splash uppon the fountain of lore, was more then happy to translate.
The things that left her mouth were things that i’ve would rather remain unsaid. For they reminded me of our darkest journey, down into the depths of that nameless, forgotten temple. There we uncovered glimpses of a grave and forgotten past. The stone carved murals spoke of some long forgoten tribe, untold centuries removed from us. It was a time before before magic and Princesses, when our great ancestors tribes were besett uppon by all and everything. In this dire age, some had turned towards the stars for aid, and the stars had answered.
Great nameless entities had given the tribe of old some terrible power, something that could fell entire armies, something said to best bouth dragons and monsters in sheer ferocity and hunger. The hunted had become the hunter. But the price for this protection was terrible, for hunger it did, its champions requiering sacrifice of the most flavoured kind. Always in ever larger doses.
Soon, it said, a great famine sweeped the land, one cause not by any naturnal born disaster but of the great beast itself. The great maw. Ever hungering. The tribes saw itself undone by the very thing it had invoked to protect them.
How exactly they had manage to overcome this threat was not clear, either through banning or sealing the things away somehow, in either this world or others. But succeded they must have, for we were still here. Evolving unaware of this dark and mysterious past. Of the tribe from which it had originated there was no more. And the other tribes had taken to great effort to erase all traces of their existence from history. For so great was determined its terror, that no one was ever to speak of it again, or even know of its existence.
I do not know what horror could provoke such a responce. As somewhat of a historian and tale-teller myself, i considered the act of perserving history and tales to be an almost holy virtue. And those that would seek to defile it to be of a sacrilegious sort. Yet something in that cave had chilled me to the spine.
Some mere notion of the horrific force that had come from beyond the veil. Someting so terrible that the ancient ones had sought it wort the sacrilegious act of eradication, so that the future might be spared the horrific existence of this terrible might.
Previously this unsettling might had possessed no name to me. But here it was, in an ancient half a world away from that abysmal place. Giving names to things i’ve would have rather left unspoken.
Nu’gu’th. The Great Maw. The one who hungers ethernaly. A great devourer from beyond the stars, who sauth to consume all. And whose offspring was the cursed Tatzl, foul things of manny tounges who could swallow a pony whole. Beast born of the endless hunger, yet concealed themselves in pony skinn.
Of this and more im shure the tome would have told us. But Mivera would not have it. Slamming the book shut she broke the trance that we had unbeknownst fallen into.
There would be no more such stories for the evening. And we all retired to our rooms there shortly after, for the evening has grown later than expected. I for one was hoping the images would not haunt my dreams.
Little did i know what kind of a nightmare that was to follow…
from Grims Diary
“As the next days rolled around, I quickly lost count of the hours that Glyph spent over that toomb-like tome. Its nonsensical readings called out to her, like some personal challenge. A secret she became even more enwraptured to crack.
I know my Glyph enough to leave her to her own when she becomes enamored by some written mystery. I made it a point not to care, since the task seems to me impossible. Yet she assured me that the read was not in vain.
Though its strange ans shifting texts varied greatly in context and era, language and writing, as if penned by manny a mind for a myriad of purposes, she swore she had finally found something interesting. A most peculiar script written in a language considered long dead and forbidden, even in the ancient days.
I myself knew scaresly litte, and could never hope to comprehend the strange symbols, or the ciphers needed to decipher them. But Glyph, ever eager to splash uppon the fountain of lore, was more then happy to translate.
The things that left her mouth were things that i’ve would rather remain unsaid. For they reminded me of our darkest journey, down into the depths of that nameless, forgotten temple. There we uncovered glimpses of a grave and forgotten past. The stone carved murals spoke of some long forgoten tribe, untold centuries removed from us. It was a time before before magic and Princesses, when our great ancestors tribes were besett uppon by all and everything. In this dire age, some had turned towards the stars for aid, and the stars had answered.
Great nameless entities had given the tribe of old some terrible power, something that could fell entire armies, something said to best bouth dragons and monsters in sheer ferocity and hunger. The hunted had become the hunter. But the price for this protection was terrible, for hunger it did, its champions requiering sacrifice of the most flavoured kind. Always in ever larger doses.
Soon, it said, a great famine sweeped the land, one cause not by any naturnal born disaster but of the great beast itself. The great maw. Ever hungering. The tribes saw itself undone by the very thing it had invoked to protect them.
How exactly they had manage to overcome this threat was not clear, either through banning or sealing the things away somehow, in either this world or others. But succeded they must have, for we were still here. Evolving unaware of this dark and mysterious past. Of the tribe from which it had originated there was no more. And the other tribes had taken to great effort to erase all traces of their existence from history. For so great was determined its terror, that no one was ever to speak of it again, or even know of its existence.
I do not know what horror could provoke such a responce. As somewhat of a historian and tale-teller myself, i considered the act of perserving history and tales to be an almost holy virtue. And those that would seek to defile it to be of a sacrilegious sort. Yet something in that cave had chilled me to the spine.
Some mere notion of the horrific force that had come from beyond the veil. Someting so terrible that the ancient ones had sought it wort the sacrilegious act of eradication, so that the future might be spared the horrific existence of this terrible might.
Previously this unsettling might had possessed no name to me. But here it was, in an ancient half a world away from that abysmal place. Giving names to things i’ve would have rather left unspoken.
Nu’gu’th. The Great Maw. The one who hungers ethernaly. A great devourer from beyond the stars, who sauth to consume all. And whose offspring was the cursed Tatzl, foul things of manny tounges who could swallow a pony whole. Beast born of the endless hunger, yet concealed themselves in pony skinn.
Of this and more im shure the tome would have told us. But Mivera would not have it. Slamming the book shut she broke the trance that we had unbeknownst fallen into.
There would be no more such stories for the evening. And we all retired to our rooms there shortly after, for the evening has grown later than expected. I for one was hoping the images would not haunt my dreams.
Little did i know what kind of a nightmare that was to follow…
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