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Each book is seperate and contains information on a particular cod and their servitors. Each book is named similarly, and unremarkably. In general, these books are available to most parties, but only the Society of the Cyclopean Scholars as a whole bloodline seems to have figured out how exactly to utilize these books.
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The Wind-Walker; Tales of the Cold White Silence
The book itself is unremarkable, generally printed and bound in a tough leather that has been bleached a near-ivory color. There's a simple insignia of a spiral on the lower bottom of the spine of the book on the leather covering.
The book details various things, but here are some of the important snippets:
Pertaining to Ithaqua, Itself
"the stars had been blotted out... the great cloud that had obscured the sky looked curiously like the outline of a great and tall man. And... where the top of the “cloud” must have been, where the head of the thing should have been, there were two gleaming stars, visible despite the shadow, two gleaming stars, burning bright – black eyes!"
"Has been reported from the Artic and Sub-Artic where Native Americans encountered him. He is known to stalk the wastes, tracking down hapless travelers and carrying them off. Such unfortunates are sometimes found alive, and they linger living for awhile unable to explain what has happened to them. Most are found dead, weeks or months later, buried part-way, as if dropped from a height, frozen solid in positions of great agony and missing random body parts. The inhabitants of Siberia and Alaska leave sacrifices to keep him from haunting their camps."
Pertaining to the Servitors of Ithaqua
Byakhee
“...there flapped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things... not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor decomposed human beings, but something I cannot and must not recall.”
“...of which they sipped the blood from the corpse of the child in the pitch black darkness of the room of which I could only see the vaguest outline of their winged bodies, and hear the flapping of their rhythmic wings...”
Dark Young
“...something black in the road, something that wasn’t a tree. Something big and black and ropy, just squatting there, waiting, with ropy arms squirming and reaching... It came crawling up the hillside... and it was the black thing of my dreams – that black, ropy, slimy jelly tree-thing out of the woods. It crawled up and it flowed up on it’s hooves and mouthes and snakey arms.”
“...enormous writhing masses, formed out of ropy black tentacles. Here and there over the surfaces of the things are great puckered mouthes which drop green goo. Beneath the creatures, tentacles end in black hooves, on which they stamp. The monsters roughly resemble trees in silhouette, the trunks being the short legs and the tops of the trees represented by the ropy branching bodies. The whole mass of these things smell like open graves. They stand between twelve and twenty feet tall...”
Formless Spawn
“...these black, protean things change shape in an instant, from toad-like lumps to enlongate things with hundreds of rudimentary legs. They ooze through small cracks and enlarge their appendages at will. Due to their extreme fluidity and countless different forms available to them, each has at least several worshippers knowing them in different guises however they are always found in sunless caverns.”
The Parter of Veils; Tales of the Great Render
The book itself is unremarkable, generally printed and bound in a tough leather that has been bleached a dull gray. There's a simple insignia of a spiral on the lower bottom of the spine of the book on the leather covering.
The book details various things, but here are some of the important snippets:
Pertaining to Daoloth, Itself
"...is not shapeless, but so complex that the eye could recognize no describable shape. There were hemispheres and shining metal, coupled by long plastic rods. The rods were of a flat gray color, so that he could not make out which were nearer; they merged into a flat mass from which protruded individual cylinders. As he looked at it, he had a curious feeling that eyes gleamed from between these rods; but wherever he glanced at the construction, he saw only the spaces between them."
"...Dwells in dimensions beyond the three we know. His astrologer-priests are said to be able to see the past and the future and even how objects extend into and travel between different dimensions..."
Pertaining to the Servitors of Daoloth
Glaaki
“...at first they look human enough, if stiff and corpse-like, in time they wither and look like the undead monsters they are. After six decades of half-death, the Glaaki become subject to the green decay if exposed to intense light, such as daylight. The green decay begins to rot on the spot, destroying one so exposed in a few hours.”
Gugs
“...it was a paw, fully two feet and a half across and equipped with formidable talons. After it came another paw, and after that a great black-furred arm to which both of the paws were attached by short forearms. The two pink eyes shown and the head of the awakened Gug sentry, large as a barrel, wobbled into view. The eyes jutted two inches from each side, shaded by bony protuberances overgrown by coarse hairs. But the head was chiefly terrible because of the mouth. That mouth had great yellow fangs and ran from the top from the bottom of the head, opening vertically instead of horizontally.”
“...Gugs gleefully eat any surface dwellers they can lay their four paws upon. Their ceremonies are so abhorrent that they have been banned from this dimension.”
Hunting Horror
“...and in the air about him were great viperine creatures, which had curiously distorted heads, and grotesquely great clawed appendages, supporting themselves with ease by the aid of black rubbery wings of singularly monstrous dimensions. They resemble enormous ropy black serpents or worms possessing bat-like or umbrella-like wings. Their forms continuously shift and change, twitching and writhing, so it is hard to look at them. They may have only a single large wing rather than two. They speak in great, harsh voices. A Hunting Horror’s length averages forty feet. These beings are dispelled by daylight. A strong enough burst of light could sear one to dust.”
The Father of Serpents; Tales of the God of Snakes
The book itself is unremarkable, generally printed and bound in a tough leather that has been bleached a dull sage. There's a simple insignia of a spiral on the lower bottom of the spine of the book on the leather covering.
The book details various things, but here are some of the important snippets:
Pertaining to Yig, Itself
"...Yig, The Father of Serpents, the God of Snakes..."
"...The half-human father of serpents... the snake-god of the central plains tribes – presumably the primal source of more southerly Quetzalcoatl or Kukulcan – was an odd, half-anthropomorphic devil. He may look like a scaly strong man with a serpent-like head or a normal head. He may be accompanied by mobs of snakes."
"...His worshippers are supposedly granted the ability to resist the majority of all toxins delivered by snakes, and also the ability to speak to snakes during their arcane rites and rituals. It is said that if someone exposes or otherwise tells secret or sacred cult information, Yig sends a snake to kill the offender."
Pertaining to the Servitors of Yig
Rat Things
“...the bones of tiny paws, it is rumored, imply prehensile characteristics more typical of a diminutive monkey than that of a rat; while the small skull with it’s savage yellow fangs is of the utmost anomalousness, appearing from certain angles like a miniature, monstrously degraded parody of a human skull.”
Shantaks
“...not any birds or bats known elsewhere on earth... for they were larger than elephants and had heads like a horse’s... The Shantak bird has scales instead of feathers and those scales are very slippery. Shantaks brood in cavernous holes, and their wings are encrusted with grime and nitrate. They are always described as noisesome and loathy, and are used as steeds.”
Shoggoths
“...the nightmare, plastic column of fetid, black iridescence oozed tightly onward... A shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and unforming 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 zoo that it and it’s kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.”