Beitrag von Monday
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Story book))
This appears to be a fragment from a journal of one Tharisdan Aurblade. The journal is yellow with age and the cover is stained with what looks to be a dark liquid, possibly blood.I arrived in the town of Naloth in what we’ve come to call the “Tirisfal Glades” today. I was filled with great hope that my search may be rewarded, for the name bears a great resemblance to Ny’alotha, the Sunken City.
It appeared to be a peaceful, quiet town. My home was on the outskirts, away from the town itself, for which I was glad. My true form, and some of my experiments wouldn’t go over well with the inhabitants, I’m afraid.
No sooner than I had moved my possessions into the house than I was seized with a desire to investigate the basement, for which I had acquired the house originally. As I proceeded into the basement, I had an impression of great and lasting evil, and my soul quaked in anticipation.
I quickly studied the room in which I had found myself. It was about twenty feet by twenty feet, and in the center of the far wall there was inscribed an eight pointed star, contained within an octagon. I was understandably excited, having discovered the first references to the Drowned God within my former brethren.
I was skeptical however. The star and octagon were but gaudy showpieces to intimidate those who didn’t acknowledge the Drowned God, or to signify to other believers of another acolyte. With great care I proceeded to scrape the floor, wherein I was led to believe there was a true seal, one of eight. I had collected two, one for the Maelstrom and one for the region called Khaz Modan.
After much removal of surface debris I came upon the glint of silver, which I quickly expanded upon to reveal what I had come for, none other than the eighth seal of the Drowned God, the seal of North Eastern Azeroth.
After careful study and research I had come to the conclusion that there are 8 seals holding Him in place, namely: The North or Northrend, the Maelstrom, North Kalimdor, Central Kalimdor and South Kalimdor. On the other side, there is Azeroth, Khaz Modan and Northeastern Azeroth, in that order.
I was filled with much delight, and sketched the seal, an incredibly complex octagon which within contained a seal of the so-called Titan origin. After this great discovery, I retired for the night.
In the morning, I was much eager to return to my work. Taking pen and parchment, I copied and translated the Seal’s eldritch language, which I ordered into what I believed to be the spell to unlock the Eighth seal. The previous owner might yet have cast the spell, but it mattered not, for it requires all eight seals to be spoken by a single mortal to break Him free.
I was in the midst of translating when I received a knock upon the door. I was filled with apprehension at this unexpected arrival, for I knew that the villagers regarded me with anxiety, calling me “warlock” and other such derogatory and inaccurate remarks. If one must be accurate, I suppose that one could label me aquamancer, although my work is much deeper and darker.
Nevertheless, I answered the door, and spoke to two elves which had come to visit. Both are quel’dorei, and they inquired as to my purpose in coming to this town. I responded in that my work is my own and that I bought this house as to not be disturbed.
They appeared aggravated at my evasiveness, but they left while in the bounds of politeness. I made a mental note to deal with them as soon as possible, and proceeded to translate the rest of the spell, after which I took it upon myself to retire.
PHGUUGAL’KHOORGL’SHNTA’FRGYEI!I awoke early in the morning, being much troubled with dreams of a nature which I dare not disclose, and which I haven’t had since I first discovered The Drowned God. Disconcerted, I nevertheless proceeded with the ordering of the spell’s incantations into a correct order, which I then copied onto a sheet of parchment.
I then realized that I hadn’t paid devotion unto Him for many a day, and that my attempt to destroy the seal which binds him would be met with great anger for my unfaithfulness. Being filled with chagrin, I proceeded to leave my house and journey unto one across town.
Having determined that there was only a single inhabitant, I cast a spell which put the receiver into the Drowned God’s sleep, filling them with terrible visions. I then collected the occupant, a younger quel’dorei female, and took her unto the Great Sea, where I proceeded to fill her with the God’s water washed from the sea, until the foul air was cleansed for her lungs. I long for the day when I can return to the cold embrace of the dark sea.
I then took the body and returned it to my domicile, and placed it within the circle inscribed on the floor, for while it was the eighth seal, it was still functional as a circle of magic. I then offered up the body to the God, and was filled with ecstasy as phantom appendages took the offering and consumed its essence.
Afterwards, the circle shone with the light of Ny’alotha, and I felt a great and terrible fear come upon me at the sight of the dread light. I then decided that one more night of rest and conservation of energy would be beneficial to the casting of the spell, so I retired for the night.
Y'knath k'th'rygg k'yi mrr'ungha gr'mula...
Terrible dreams of the One Who’s Heart is Ice once again haunted my sleep, but were touched by a bright and golden light. I was disconcerted at this apparition, for I believe that the Holy Light of Creation knows my plan, and wants to stop me. I will proceed as planned however.
I descended into the basement and stood in the center of the Seal, and cried a might cry, facing in the direction of the Maelstrom. “Iä! Iä! N’Zoth!” I did cry, and the Drowned God heard me, and sent whispers into my mind of an incomprehensible nature.
I took these phrases into my soul, and copied them below:
At the bottom of the ocean even light must die...********
All places, all things have souls... All souls can be devoured...********
The stars sweep chill currents that make men shiver in the dark...********
In the sleeping city of Ny'alotha walk only mad things.********
Have you had the dream again? A black goat with seven eyes that watches from the outside.********
The void sucks at your soul. It is content to feast slowly...********
Even death may die...********
The giant rook watches from the dead trees. Nothing breathes beneath his shadow.********
Upon the receiving of the last line, I looked out the window and beheld a rook watching from a tree a short distance from my house. Disturbed, I turned back to the spell. I recited the main phrase eight times while holding four fingers of each hand above the air above me. After I had done this, I cried out in a loud voice, “Iä! Iä! N’Zoth!” eight times, after which a large bar of blasphemous light arose from the seal.
I perceived the sound of shouting outside my door in Thalassian, but I paid it no heed, instead focusing my remaining energies upon the seal. “The Eighth Seal is broken! May the abhorrent waters of the Drowned City of Ny’alotha flow forth upon the face of this land!” I called, and immediately I felt the rumbling of a great and terrible force awakening.
A great rush of water flowed into the city above me, leaking down into the basement. I felt a rush of anxiety, horror and gladness as the water flowed over me, and my form shifted from the shape of a High Elf, what I once was, to what half of me is now.
Naga.
I made great haste and exited the basement, where I beheld the abysmal waters flowing through the town, washing away those attackers who came to my door, and rising above the roofs of the houses.
I felt the great power of N’Zoth flow over me as his strength rushed into me, derived from the souls of those elves who had drowned in its brooding darkness. Eventually, the waters sank into the ground, and all that was left was I, and the dark, dread houses, a rook sitting in a tree above me, and in the window, a seven eyed goat.
YKNATH K'TH'RYGG K'YI MRR'UNGHA GR'MULA...((I'd like to make special mention of inspiration to the following: Lovecraft's work, which I have been reading lately (obviously),
The Puzzle Box of Yogg-Saron (I have taken phrases from it, even though they were said by Yogg-Saron I assume, and applied them to N'Zoth for the sake of the story.
N'Zoth, of course, and
Ny'alotha. I've taken the three elements of Ny'alotha and meshed them into one city.))
