There is no place in the upper kingdomNot blighted with plague and famineThe bones
Waxen one who feedeth by stealthCoiled one who liveth on the Inert OnesI will
In my foolishness I had taken form of a mortal manAnd entered time to
O Seti, Great One, my father.I hath finished for thee thy temple at Abydos.And
Great Cthulhu, ever the warrior GodOf all the Old Ones he is the most
Oasis, dark sanctuary. Night is born, heavy with passion. Shaman dance by the light
The necromancers of GizaA cult of reanimatorsConcerned with interrogation of the long deadCorpses who