An elderly man with white hair and a lab coat tightens the wrist straps on Falkons chair to ensure he is strapped down properly. “My name is Dr Rudolph Van’Richen, and I am hear to determine whether or not your mind is ravaged by madness. There is no need to squirm about in your restraints, this process is painless and perfectly safe. It will be over in a minute”. Rudolph draws closer with a strange looking leech clutched between his tongs.
“This here my friend is a wizard shackle. It will allow me to determine whether or not you are possessed. You see, wizard shackles can supress magical abilities, which, if you are possessed will allow me to communicate with any creature that inhabbit your body, by drawing it to the surface. I do not know if you understand me or not, but it is important that I tell you none the less”. Rudolph moves to push the back of Falkons hair away from his neck.
“You see malignant spirits can come in all forms. Some demonic, undead or angelic. Recently I have discovered a fourth, which zi call a body snatcher, for there alien orientation. Similar to intellect devourers, body snatchers can possess a victim and feed off there energies. In physical form they look nothing more then a black mist or gas with a hundred or so eyes. There amphorous qualities suggest they are not from Golarion, but a distant world from the dark tapestry.
I believe some sort of doorway has been breached or is leaking into Golarion. As in the last fifty years I have spent in Versex I have noticed a strange incursion of creatures in the region. Many of my patients say that the old cults are returming to Golarion, but I have not found enough evidence to substantiate such claims SCIENTIFICALLY. Although in my heart I know such things are truth. But as not to destroy my integrity, like that of Professor Lorrimor I have not published any articals in the Scientific Tribune.
That said there does seem to be a spike in cases of insanity like yours in the region. The most recent cases of intense madness seem to originate from Thrushmoor and Illmarsh to the south. But perhaps my conclusion is wrong, as your profile suggest you are not from the south, but a local. You know Carrion Hill is famous for being a purveyor of ancient religions. The city is adorned with hundreds of shrines and totems dedcated to dead, unknown or lost religions.
They say that the great old ones, whom are responsible for bringing madness to Golarion, who reside in the stars, are drawn to congregational groups of worship dedicated to them. I would not be surprised if at least a few groups in the city, don’t pay homage to the old religions. Even scientific minds like Viktor Von’Drakh can be easily swaddled. Just the other day he burst into my house on Icaball dtreet advocating to unlocking secrets and cosmic truths that will unravel the fabric of the dark tapestry. Time and space were meaningless. Sometimes I feel he deserves a place in here, so I have kept a cell open for finally when his mind unravels. The man has been clearly on edge ever since he came here a month ago. Talking about some bounty hunter he escaped, clearly paranoid, but nit yet dangerous enough to be detained…Ooops I almost forgot the photogensic test". He removes the tongs from Falkons necks, with the leech stretching out its body to try and get a taste of the arcane energies of Falkon.
Returning the leech to its tube Rudolph collects a pair of strange glasses from the work bench. “Ghhhaa…. I really am feeling my age” Ruldolph says to himself while returning to the restrained Falkon. The lens of the glasses reflect the sight like that of a fly, small gems are cut into the lenses which distort ones natural sight.
“Ok, now I ham going to hypnotically suggest you to reveal the fears, delusion or paranoias you suffer from to cone to the surface, as to come up with a clinical treatment for your ailment. Is there anything you would like to say before we start?”
Amanadlon knowledge roll (17+8=25)
Amanadlon remembers the following about shoggoth from his travels and sharing stories.
An excerpt from ‘At the Mountains of Madness’ – By Cadeus Seed
“It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any dwarven tunnel—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter”
The definitive description of shoggoths comes from the above-quoted story. In it, Cadeus writes them as massive amoeba-like creatures looking like they are made out of tar, with multiple eyes “floating” on the surface. They are described as “protoplasmic”, lacking any default body shape and instead being able to form limbs and organs at will. An average shoggoth measured fifteen feet across when a sphere, though the story mentions ones of much greater size.
Mythos stories most commonly shows them, although intelligent to some degree, dealing with problems using their great size and strength. For instance, the original one mentioned in ‘At the Mountains of Madness’ simply rolled over and crushed giant albino ogres that were in the way as it pursued a group of adventurers in a crucible of chaos.
The character of the Mad Garundi, Abdul Alhazred, found the mere idea of their existence on Golarion terrifying. He purposely battled such a creature in Orision, before going insane. He descrbed it in a book called “Denizens of the Blind Star God”. Apparently before the ascension of Aroden, during the age of destiny, a shoggoth attached itself to a star that fell from the dark tapestry. Schloars called the event the starstone, a powerful artefact that could allow humans to rise to divinity, like that of Aroden, Cayden Cailean and Iomedae.
Abdul Alhazred spoke of a fragment of the star that fell imbedded in the shoggoth.
The sorcerers we had been hunting found the mysteries of the artifact were beyond even their ability to understand, and they turned to a group of cultists worshipping a god of secrets and forbidden knowledge known as Azathoth— the blind formless chaos that lies behind the stars. One night, when the planets were aligned, the cultists invoked the power of the stone, opening a direct channel between the Orision ruins and Azathoth.
The results were not what they expected. instead of granting the cultists great power and immortality, the shoggoth stone transformed almost every living creature in the city into an immense, fleshy mass, an undulating pustule of fused viscera, rotting loops of intestines, and a powerful baleful stench. Only a few senior cultists were spared, protected by their charms and amulets. Ever since, the city has been abandoned, save for those who dare to dabble in chaos magic, and the nightmare creatures and gnolls who have thus far avoided the worst of its corruption. The sorcery that summoned the creature is forgotten, and its people are forever trapped in a prison of flesh…
The ruined city was a place of cyclopean proportions and weird, tower-based architecture. Just walking through it was disorienting. Towards the rear of the the Aeromantic Infandibulum a mass of flesh quivered. This mass of undulating tarry black flesh exuded the smell of decay, filled with bubbles of vilest air and giving off a very faint luminescence. Its unworldly voice was plaintive, always crying, “Tekeli-li!”. The fearful keening at the noise the creature made – Tekeli-li – gripped my friend Anicus, he was shaken, barely able to move. The creature was without eyes, yet its sniffed Anicus out like a bat homing in on an insect. Its tuberous hide engulfed Anicus, it which his flesh was absorbed into the crature, joining its fleshy mass.
Grumbar unleashed a powerful display of magic, that which did not bounce of the creatures natural ability to resist spells. His spells barely hurt the ooze due to its natural immunities to elemental effects. Cold, electricity and fire barely scratched it. Acid seemed to fare even worse. Poisons did not work. In my desperation I move to destroy the item which gave power to the creature, the Shoggoth stone. The stone itself projected horrific images of the entities the creature had engulfed, like a kaleidoscope of spirits. My arrows did little, and once Grumbar disappeared, it took all my wits and training to fire one final arrow to destroy the stone the creature was bound by. Never in my life have I faced such a dangerous denizen, it trully was not of this world.
Should anyone ever encounter such a creature I would advise them to run. Should any brave soul be willing to challenge such an abomination, should keep their distance. As those engulfed rarely survive longer then a few seconds before they become one with the shoggoths flesh. The creature is slow and blind which are its obvious weaknesses. But more then that, shoggoths are bound by magical stones which are both a device to summon and destroy them. I write this to warn the entire world, that the creatures in the stars do exists. They are more then just nightmares.
Origin and history
The shoggoths were created by the Elder Things. Many speculate the Elder things as elder brains of Mind flayers. Being amorphous, shoggoths could take on any shape needed, making them very versatile within their aquatic environment. Though able to “understand” the Elder Things’ language, they had no real consciousness and were controlled through hypnotic suggestion.
The shoggoths built the underwater cities of their masters. Over millions of years of existence, some shoggoths mutated and gained independent minds. Some time after this, they rebelled. Eventually, the Elder Things succeeded in quelling the insurrection, but thereafter watched them more carefully. By this point, exterminating them was not an option as the Elder Things were fully dependent on them for labor and could not replace them. It was during this time that, despite their masters’ wishes, they demonstrated an ability to survive on land.
Within the Mythos of the old cults, the existence of the shoggoths possibly led to the accidental creation of Ubbo-Sathla, a god-like entity supposedly responsible for the origin of all life on Golarion, though At The Mountains of Madness brings up the possibility of the Elder Things being the creators, having made early life as discarded experiments in bioengineering.
When the Elder Things retreated to the oceans, they took the shoggoths with them, but also out of desperation let them develop the ability to exist on land. In contrast to their failing society, the shoggoths began to imitate their art and voices, taking over the cavern city underneath Avandu and creating a twisted imitation of the society of their masters.
Aside from their main appearance in the “Mountains of Madness story” or Denizens of the Blind Star God , shoggoths also appear in other Mythos stories, often as servitors or captives to powerful cults and entities. They are known to endlessly repeat “Tekeli-li”, a cry that their old masters used.
Many speculate that alchemist of the old cults develop protomatter or protomatter implants which allows them there selves to develop shoggoth like abilities, granting a long life and the ability to absorb the life essence of those they devour. Such maipulation of a genome often results in a shoggoth plague, which stories of the old cults about the stars speak of leveling entire planets to nothing but a mass of oozing flesh.
Shoggoths are creatures fueled by chaos, servitors of dark gods and things normally spoken of only in whispers. At one time, shoggoths were servants to a greater race, but after centuries or eons of mistreatment they rebelled and cast down their masters. They are near-mindless predators, always hungry,
though legends say they possess a cunning beyond that of most oozes.
Environment: Shoggoths are impervious to heat and cold and can thrive on minimal foodstuffs filtered from air or water when nothing more nutritious is available. They prefer environments where water or ice is available.
Typical Physical Characteristics: A shoggoth’s form is constantly shifting, as the creature moves, explores, and interacts with its environment. Extremely adaptable, its current form is always the one that is most ideally suited to finding and consuming living flesh. At any one time, a shoggoth has dozens of pseudopods of varying proportions, and it uses them to create hands, suckers, stingers, or tentacles to grab and consume its prey. Its skin glows with a very faint emerald luminescence. Its black tarry flesh is sometimes translucent as well, especially when it has not eaten in a long time. It is capable of secreting a thick, viscous, semiopaque, sticky slime that further enhances its ability to catch and devour its prey. Shoggoths have no proper mouth but create and absorb such organs as needed.
Shoggoths are said to have been around for eons. Legends also claim that, when compared to any other oozes, shoggoths have much greater wisdom. Shoggoths were once the servants of dark powers, but cast off their masters after centuries of mistreatment.
Aboleths may have been the creators but ancient texts imply that an even more ancient race was behind their existence. Appearance Shoggoth have no distinct form.
They change it to fit the situation as need be, having arms, tentacles, or any other form that might help them to catch and consume their food. Their flesh is mostly black, sometimes translucent, giving off a very faint luminescence. Shoggoth have no permanent mouth, but can create and absorb them as needed.
On Golarion, these horrors exist in the deepest, darkest reaches of the oceans or in the remotest ruins and caverns. Within the solar system, they also dwell near the south poles of Aucturn and Akiton.
Spawn of Yog-Sothoth as read by Mantra from Pnakotic Manuscript
Yog-Sothoth is an Outer God, one of the the ancient, eldritch entities of tremendous power that dwell within the Dark Tapestry. Yog-Sothoth’s appearance is described as a “congeries of iridescent spheres,” a conglomeration of glowing balls of various sizes and colors. Yog-Sothoth is said to be coterminous with all of space and time, and therefore a common belief among members of the Old Cults is that Yog-Sothoth actually is the Dark Tapestry itself, perhaps in some way an actual sapient embodiment of the Material Plane, or even some kind of living, intelligent neighboring transitive plane coterminous with our own, or some other aspect of reality apart from our own standard Material Plane.
Worshipers of Yog-Sothoth tend to be isolated (and often insane) Arcane spell-casters such as Alchemists, Sorcerers, and Wizards in search of hidden eldritch secrets, and hope that Yog-Sothoth will reveal these mysteries to them in exchange for their worship. Other common worshipers are usually cults consisting almost exclusively of Witches. Ultimately, Yog-Sothoth actually cares little for their worship, as it has no real need of them except for one purpose; Yog-Sothoth seeks mortal worshipers who will either directly summon it into Golarion’s realm of existence themselves, or who will mate with it to produce a Spawn of Yog-Sothoth or other aberrant offspring who will summon it’s father instead. Once summoned to Golarion (or any other world, for that matter) Yog-Sothoth would be free to ravage the surrounding area and consume any and all life-forms it can reach, corrupting the very space and time it touches with it’s foul and unnatural presence.
When this happens, some members of the Old Cults believe, when Yog-Sothoth has finally been successfully summoned to Golarion, it will be the final sign that the Stars Are Right. For as it is written:
Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.
Imagination called up the shocking form of fabulous Yog-Sothoth — only a congeries of iridescent globes, yet stupendous in its malign suggestiveness.
— Luveh-Keraph, The Ancient Founder of the Old Cults
Yog-Sothoth is an Outer God and is coterminous with all time and space yet is supposedly locked outside of the universe we inhabit. Its cosmic nature is hinted at in this passage;
It was an All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless being and self — not merely a thing of one Space-Time continuum, but allied to the ultimate animating essence of existence’s whole unbounded sweep — the last, utter sweep which has no confines and which outreaches fancy and mathematics alike. It was perhaps that which certain secret cults of earth have whispered of as YOG
, and which has been a deity under other names; that which the crustaceans of Yuggoth worship as the Beyond-One, and which the vaporous brains of the spiral nebulae know by an untranslatable Sign…
— Irellian-Aswiller, Keeper of the Old Cults
Yog-Sothoth knows all and sees all. To “please” this deity could bring knowledge of many things. However, like most beings in the mythos, to see it or learn too much about it is to court disaster. Some authors state that the favor of the god requires a human sacrifice or eternal servitude.
Yog-Sothoth’s entrance into Golarion’s spacetime will come about when finally the Stars Are Right for this world, and It’s presence will begin the reawakening of the imprisoned and sleeping dead Great Old Ones and their return to power. Their reawakening will cause the sweeping away of the last of the world’s sane mortal races, ushering in an age of darkness, madness, and utter, insane Evil, finally marking the way for the rest of the Outer Gods to turn their collective gaze upon Golarion, to rule a world where all sanity and morality have been cast aside and all creatures great and small are as the Great Old Ones themselves, dancing and singing and raging and murdering in an ecstasy of Chaos and Evil. And if and when this comes to pass, it is said that not even the collective power of all the gods of Golarion would have even the tiniest chance of stopping it.
CE Large aberration
Senses blindsight 30 ft, darkvision 60 ft.
Thick skin which is tough to pentrate without magic weapons
Cold and fire effects do not effect the creature
Naturally resistant to sonic abilities
Tough spell resistance
Tentacles and bite
Blood Drain – the creature can drain its victims of there blood
Devastation – the creature can devestate structures dealing massive damage
Natural Invisibility – the creature is invisible at all times, even when attacking.
The pale, gaunt man strolls ahead calmly and quietly, as Zephyr and the orderly follow several paces behind.
Every few metres he slows his pace and runs his hand along the filthy middenstone walls and breathes deep of the foetid air, as if to absorb every nuance of the dank and oppressive atmosphere. The lamps dim and flicker and the shadows whisper as he passes. Without turning his head, he speaks.
“You appear to be lost, friend. This place is for the broken, the desperate, and the cruel. You do not appear to be any of those things, nor do you seem like an orderly. That leaves only one reason why you would willingly come here. There is something, or someone within these walls that you desire. Am I right?”
The figure continues to walk ahead, at his own pace.
“Indeed, I am a orderly isn’t that the reason I am escorting you to your cell.” Zephyr puts on a fake grin towards the other orderly. Thinking to himself who is this strange mysterious fellow, he clearly pierced my disguise with ease (Alter self). Looking back at the strange man he asks “So what are you in here for, looks to me your mind is stable, just a few misinformed facts and an abnormal presence that lurks about you.”
The strange man seems oblivious to the howls and jests of the patients in the cells.
The man says “Of course you are.”
He grins darkly. “You must be new. As am I.”
Leaning closely to Zephyr he whispers “But the reason you’re here remains the same. You want something you cant have. But I can get it for you. Whatever, or whoever you desire.”
The man glances to make sure the orderlies are occupied before turning back to Zephyr, still smiling. His cold black eyes glitter as the shadows wash over them.
“They think me a prisoner. They think you a guard. Both of us, pretending. Neither broken, nor desperate, nor cruel.”
will leave this place, one way or another. I simply wish to limit the mess I leave behind. Help to set me free, and I will get you what you want.”
Zephyr raises his left eyebrow while whispering back to the strange fellow “Interesting, offer, how do I know I can trust you.” With a slight thought passing his mind, well Carrion Hills Laws don’t apply in here, as long as he doesn’t disturb the peace of Carrion Hill I could arrange some sorta agreement. Trusting a bunch of murders has seemed to pull off thus far. “With your miniscule time in here, have you happened to come across a Doctor named Crove, he is the man I seek in this god forsaken place.”
“Trust is an abstract concept where I come from, stranger. But if you bear me no ill will, then I shall do the same.”
“I know of the man you call Crove. Broken, desperate, and cruel. He has built his palace out of madness and nightmares, and wishes to expand his dominion. He is dangerous, and should not be underestimated.”
The man bows his head slightly, still grinning. “My name is Ricin, stranger. If this man is what you seek, then he shall be yours.”
“What are you talking about you low life scum! Get moving to your cell!” Zephyr nudges Ricin a couple of times in the back, more so to pick up the pace so that there is enough distance to continue the conversation for the other orderly not to hear.
Zephyr whispers “Where were we… argh yes… Trust, comradeship or business partners. Call it of what you will. As long as you don’t tend to hurt the good citizens of Carrion Hill. Then I have no qualms with setting your freedom. However if you decide to flee without my command to do so. You will leave me know choice but to kill you, good luck outrunning my bullets. Now… Do we understand each other Mr Ricin.”
Zephyr peers back at the other orderly and keeps a fast pace to further the conversation. “As for Doctor Crove, the trick is finding him quickly and that’s where you come in Mr Ricin. Show me a safe passage to where he is without attracting unwanted attention, then you will have your freedom. Its that simple! Do not try to screw with me in the slightest, otherwise I will kill you. Now the key is getting you to trade places with the fellow behind me, so on my command get ready to take him out quickly without bloodshed. So, do we have a deal Mr. Ricin.”
Ricin chuckles quietly to himself “I admire your conviction stranger. Though I do believe you underestimate me, I stand by my word. Your house, your rules. We have a deal.”
“Limiting bloodshed may be difficult, but not impossible. However, the orderlies need not ever know I have escaped. They hold the keys to my cell. Keep them occupied and within reach of my cell, and I will do the rest. I shall follow you, and neither they nor you will even know I’m there.”
Zephyr and Ricin’s trip to the Cellblock
Ricin is lead by two orderlys of the asylum, and followed by Zephyr up a sandy flight of stone stairs scends in a semicircular fashion. Halfway through the stairwell a heavy wooden door with a small, roughly eye level, with a sliding panel built into it, prevemts from accessing the next tier of the asylum. One of the ordelys in a gruff tone says as he opens the door “Your’ve got a nice cell waiting for you here. There is a reason folk are told not to venture into the drilling that goes on in the eternity mines. Your lucky to be alive. Its no wonder your a crazy”.
Thin beams of light escape beneath the door. The light seems to originate from the overcast shadows from the ascending stairs, as a reflection of something metallic. As the ordely opens the door, more cries and wails of agony assault Zephyr and the pale, gaunt man. “After you” one ordelys motions for Zephyr to move ahead of him. The pale, gaunt man moves ahead of his own accord’ catching up with Zephyr, breaking free from the two orderlys grasp (other posts conversation takes place here – see bottom). The gaunt man says something in a soft voice to Zephyr, to soft for his pursuers to understand.
“Well hes in a hurry” one of the orderlys chuckles to himself from behind. The cages nearby begin to rattle and break out in commotion as you are lead down a passage. Numerous figures move about there cells to catch a glimpse of the new inmate.
In one cell a stocky elf gallivants about his small room like he is riding a horse. “Behold, I saw a great fire in the heavens. And it smelled of death, of boiling seas and angles blood. I have seen the wraith of the unholy beast, one who cannot be seen by the naked eye. But whose wraith, hunger and malice makes my skin crawl. I see a cold death of bricks and mortar, for those whom would stand in its righteous path. Carnage, destruction. An unfathomable tomb of earth” .
In another cell an old toothless male human with long mattered white hair sitting in a corner mumbling incoherent nonsense and pulling out his hair in bloody clumps. Upon noticing your approach he shambles to the bars, pointing to the ceiling, asking “Have you come from up there, please lead me to the kitchen so I can prepare dinner for the queen’.
In another cell, kneeling on a slab covered with open wounds, carving various strange designs into his flesh with a piece of broken pottery. The male human body is literally covered from he to toe. He has an athletic build and black hair. He yells out, “My magic runes they will protect me. The portal…the portal is going to open. The tentacle men, I must be ready, the tentacle men will be back. Its coming, it screams in my mind”.
In another cell a man wanders about the room, looking very depressed. “How can I have ended up in here for embezzlement. As you move pass he reaches out of his cell trying to grab those whom move past. “You don’t unerstand, I’m innocent. You have to get me out of here. Bad things… happen here. They change you. I’m not insane”. He continues to try and convince you he is not insane.
An orderly bangs on his door with a sap, “Shudup ya mad dog, or will work ya over. Stop harassing our new guests. You are insane and are to be ignored”. The man in tge cell retreats from his door. “Only two more cells before your new home fletchling” the other orderly says aloud.
One of the cells has a nakend and very hairy man whom paces his cell, growling savagely and salivating. He grows out n a glutteral tone “I am a werewolf. I will change when the moon comes. Then my captors will wish they never locked me up”. At the foot of the mans doorway is a bloodied parchment. Grab that rookie, one of the orderlys motions to Zephyr with his club.
In the final cell an old male human with a long white beared and hair sits on the edge of his slab. The man in the room has he fire and appearance of a mad street preacher. He bellows as you draw close to his cell. “The world is going to end. Don’t you see? its all falling apart! I’m doing this for you. The one from the underground, the one who lives to hate and kill. She will come. You will all die!. In twenty minutes, the queen of darkness will come to devour your souls. Hehehahahaha”.
At the end of the cellblock is a relatively empty cell. A few blood stains of a body being dragged out of blood cover the floor, relatively fresh. “In ya get fletching”, the orderly points his club dangerously at the gaunt mans face. A set of keys dangle from one of the ordelys waist. “Well don’t just stand there rookie, get the animal in its cage”.
An orderly at the door spins his keys on his key chain around one finger, while the other cross his hands leaning against the roors frame. His foot taps against the door impaitiently. The engraved plate behind the orderly reads as Dr Crove Quarters.
Inside the room, the floor of this comfortable bedroom is covered with a rich rug of variegated threads, obviously old yet well maintained. A desk sits opposite the rooms only door. Various papers, books, and writing instruments are carefully organized on the desk. The blankets and pillows on the large four poster bed are artfully arranged, the posts and headboards polished and free of dust. The headboard is made of a hand worked rose wood, with a series of numbers carved in elegant calligraphy in the centre is 42-15-51-15-31-11-44-24-34-33.
After searching the room throughly, removing several parchments off the desk and breaking into Croves chest by inputting into the safes combination -“Revelation” (decifered by using the numbers of the bedhead as a grid for the alphabet – 4th column 2nd row equalled R, etc). In the safe you found a piece of parchment that Crove had ripped from his journal when escaping the Yog-Sogoth spawn in the Sunless Grove (previously posted).
Elsewhere in the chest contained a rusty iron ring with keys, engrave on the thick metal band is Master Keys. Also in the safw was a leather bag containing 300 pp, a crude map of the tangled tunnels below Carrion Hill and hundreds of fragments of pottery, small pieces of sculpture, tiles, and twisted and burnt bits of metal; a common theme is figures of stylized, twisted creatures and glimpses of things that writhe, formless horrors that are hinted from the fragments. Each has been very carefully cleaned as Grove dug them up in his exploration of the tunnels under the Hill. The map has several Xs in red ink qs to where he dug them up. The strange archaeological relics are worth a total of 500 gp.
One of the orderlys watches you suspiciously, as your group removes several letter from the safe. “Make sure you return the items as you found them. Dr Crove is meticulous when it comes to his room. He will probably murdet Dr Von’Richen for allowing you into his room” the guard says sarcastically. “I bet he is on one of his archeological sabatticals beneath the city. Hes lucky the crows ain’t found out about them yet or they would be furious” the other guard adds further.
Pushing off the door the first orderly approaches Muerete. “So what do you want with Crove anyway. Its not like hes the sort to cause much trouble but dig around the ruins about the city abit. Dr Van’Richen has always covered for him when off on one of his escapes from this horrible place. We all need to get out of here a bit, or we will go a little crazy spending to much time with the residents”. He moves closer looking over Amanadlon shoulder to see exactly what it was he was reading. After Amanadlon covers it he shifys his gaze back to Muerete.
“So whats with the mask? I’ve seen crazies come in for less then dressing up as a dead person. Who are you guys anyway?”.
The key swinging orderly swivels on his foot, intrigued by his friends questions he enters the room, before strentching out his arms and giving quite a loud yawn. “So, who are you?”, the man follows up once more.
Viktor Von’Drakh is an excellent doctor and scientist, has extensively researched the problem of creating a new form of protoplasmic life. I do not understand why Viktor corrects me in calling him an Anomoly, until I saw how he had morphed his body. With his readings in the prehuman Pnakotic Manuscripts and his worship and study of Arwassa, (his god), he has finally succeeded in isolating a process which will transform animal tissue into a form resembling that of the dread shoggoth – a sort of proto-shoggoth matter. Through the process, he succumbed in keeping the human brain intact, though spread throughout the organism, thus preserving intelligence and personality.
Viktors first human success was on himself. His face, although hidden via an alter-self extract, is composed entirely of proto-shoggoth matter. Proto-shoggoth tissue (in the form Viktor has created) is the colour and texture of human flesh, though it is mobile and can change at will. A mass of proto-shoggoth tissue looks like a large piece of human flesh, light brown or tan coloured, with nipple, navels, what seem to be ridges where muscle or bone is sticking up, and even eyes or other human orifices. There may be what appear to be large open wounds that do not bleed, acting as openings to the interior, where intestines and other organs may be visible. The whole continually quivers, breathes rhythmically, and heaves. It can thrust out a limb at will, which resembles a human limb, though it may bend it in the wrong spot, or have thickly corded muscles where they should not be.
The thing may be compared to a purse of human skin that encloses a mass of different organ and body parts. The “purse” is packed too full, so the parts within seem to be pushing out against its walls. Those whom have seen proto-shoggoth. Viktors true proto-shoggoth form have gone insane. He has aided the strange tentacle creatures that inhabit the caverns underneath the asylum. I recently found a secret door in the torture room, of the basement. Due the success of his research I plan to steal the Pnakotic Manuscript for myself. My understanding of the book is that Viktor Von’Drakh acquired the book at Alphon Cormacs manor in the Vielands. I have already got four of my friends, ready and prepared to undertake the ritual so I can to harness the power like Viktor Von’Drakh. Hyve can translate the ancient Aklo dialect and Myre can provide the alchemical reagents, Marshan has a place we can undertake the ritual away from prying eyes and Baskerwell is well versed in the occult of the Great old ones and elder gods of the dark tapestry. All that is needed is to acquire the book from Von’Drakh. I am going to offer a substantial reward to the tentacled creatures beneath the asylum. A few extra test subjects for them a week should help them with their own research. I wonder what they have planned for the large archway they are constructing down there, and the souls we have so dutifully collected for them over the years. No matter, I am sure if all goes according to plan, Viktor and the tentacle creatures will bow before us. For we are the keepers, and the Pnakotic Manuscript is one step towards hidden powers that only the dark tapestry can provide. – Keeper Crove