Book "Unaussprechlichen Kulten"

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**Book "Unaussprechlichen Kulten"** (Russian: *Книга "Unaussprechlichen Kulten"*) is a text document in *ATOM RPG*.

## Transcript

[This seems like a part of a much longer book]

...With furtive whispers in some University libraries and in hidden gatherings of those who fancy the occult, some pass on alternative answers to our question. Here is an idea that, Carter the Dreamer, who is known for his travels in the Great Tartaria, left with his students: the marriage of the Black Goat, "The road" of the stone Lambda, and the aforementioned mysteries of the Stargazers did not die out with the terrible, incestuous tribe of wanderers from the long forgotten choking jungles of the sunken plateau of Lang…

Instead of falling victim to the tides of time, these rituals spread to the lands of Kaspius, Pontus Axinicus and many others! They melted into the pots of languages, cultures and traditions... Took new shapes, to better suit their new carriers... But did not lose their ungodly potency that was placed into them by their ancient, inhuman creators. The ability to provide contact between mere human beings, and those maddening metaphysical entities of the void, that shamble through eons in the cold wastes of the Cosmos.

Those of a sceptical mindset will quickly find flaws in the thoughts of the ancient scholar. But this barrage of logic can be rendered asunder by lesser known facts.

If the cults we describe here are truly dead - how does one explain the hidden, maddening and disease spreading monuments to shapeless things of marine origin, that were found in the Mausoleum of Balthasar by the advancing Horde of Tamerlane?

To what being, if not Shub, the grotesque goddess of twisted fertility, can we connect the Kurland Dainas that mention the "Dark goat-mother of a thousand wooden boots"?

The uncanny seeds of the pre-indoeuropean, and probably antediluvian traditions are still spreading in places lost to culture, morals, and traditional human religions, be it Christianity, Islam, or the faith of the Hindu. These seeds grow, where no light of science or goodhearted reason shines...

The following ritual was written down by the famous anthropologist of the previous century, Von Bokke, in the steppes to the north of ancient Circassia:

"Their women, and sometimes young men, marked by colorless eyes and wandering gazes, create stone spirals in the barren fields... These spirals are said to symbolize a mysterious cosmic entity, that in their legends has both traits of a creator-god, and a mindless force of nature.

According to the tales they spread among themselves, this long since nameless, idiotic demiurge created the Universe without even noticing, and fell asleep, as he watched his spontaneous creation to the sounds of mad flutes and drums.

The awakening of this god-thing promises the destruction for all that exists. As a young child that does not know it's own power, this beastly Creator will crush all creation as easily, as he made it in the first place.

The Stone Spiral ritual was created to lull the

sleeping monster... but also to catch glimpses of the inhuman, nightmarish truths contained in his eternal dream...

As Venus, which the locals call "The Hesperus Star" gets into the "right position" in the sky, the chosen villagers gather in the stone spiral with nightfall.

Upon feasting on a amanita muscaria each one of them opens an old hand-written book, one of a thousand copies that survived both the violence of the Church and the anger of the first settlers. One after the other, they start their chant, made not for the human ear, with it's alien rhythms and accents:

"Ia-ah! Ia-ah, Azathoth! Pkhn'Glooie, Azathoth!"; "Ka'mn kh'rrakh, kakhmn kh'noo", "Ka'mn GnaÝikh Yog Pthag'n kh'noo".

The milky, pale star light gathers in the spiral, and marks the reader of the terrible incantation.

Lo! Mind-flailing, indescribable, debilitating horror ensnares all of those who foolishly gathered in the field! The dread... It crawls inside all, opening the mouths wide with silent screams for unreachable mercy! The hair turns grey, the eyes grow mad, with the primal savagery of the uncaring, cold stars!

Ia! Ia! Yog-Sothoth!

Ia, the Gate and the Keeper and the Key! Undulating, grotesquely, mindlessly pulsating at the threshhold of darkness, Yog-Sothoth the unending, inhuman bringer of madness!

Ia-ah Yog-Sothoth! The shambling, maddening mass of dread incarnate, Yog-Sothoth!"

[This is where the strange book suddenly ends]