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Ioniarinius Friend

 

The young lord was a great disappointment not just to his parents, but in fact to the whole county which had payed a high price in taxes over the years for his high education in foreign lands that he may come back and rule them all with benevolence and the wisdom that would bring them the great prosperity of the trading knowledge of the distant orient. Instead he returned obsessed with ancient cryptic books from the deep desert and tormented by visions and fantasies, which he insisted were not dreams but contacts with beings from other dimensions. They locked him up for his own good, despite his half-hearted protestations. He seemed to pay little interest to it all, conversing further with his imaginary friend from beyond “in order to acquire more knowledge”. The matter would have long been put to rest were it not for the recently released memoirs of his old doctor, Hanupembert, which insisted he would sometimes say things which made great sense and started a great number of incredibly profitable business ventures based on the rantings of the useless madman.

Petroid Arcti

 

As the small group of survivors climbed the stairs towards the gruesome sacrificial altar something even stranger happened. Instead of looking at the poor victims as you’d expect, they all independently started looking respectively at the two frozen statues framing it, with a kind of morbid fascination. Cold vapours emanated from them forming a kind of mist which was slowly drifting downwards from the eternal ice, freezing anything they touched.

Jesters Shine

Silent Power Figurine

 

Weak powers shout and scream, and are quick to show bloody fangs and broken bones, while the truly powerful need only stand there benevolently to invoke the petrifying fear of their subjects. Such is the power of The Queen of Rerrn-kha that even just a figurine representation placed by the emissary on the grand room table was enough to fill the hearts of the imperial council with fear and make all the shouting stop into a deadly silence.

Iiil Unez

It was a wonderful day to be walking in the sun and the two lovers were thrilled they had chosen to get away to the peaceful countryside for the weekend. Intrigued by the playful shouts of children they veered off from the beaten path into the pleasant shade of a small forest. As they approached the clearing however the children ran away, leaving behind what felt like a deadly silence, somehow made even more ominous by the sound of the blades of grass in the gentle wind. They also seemed to have forgotten something they had apparently been sculpting, some kind of a wooden figurine. It somehow managed to frighten Lady Mir’Garleen something terrible, because she dropped it screaming and it took him a few hours to calm her down from the ensuing state of agitation. What could it have been that she had seen or felt? Sure, it was mayybee a little bit strange, the eerie pig/goat shapes intricately cut into the wood… but definitely not to this level of distress. He felt in fact somewhat… intrigued the whole story. Knowing she would never agree that he take it back into the city he pretended to throw it away while secretly packing it at the bottom of the picnic bag. Where could be the harm in keeping this peculiar wooden carving?
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Clasiprogrius

The demonoid had been ordering humans around for millennia, so when it realized this stupid man was actually seriously trying to actually order him to do something, the expression forming on it’s face was a mixture of disgust, surprise, disdain and infernal anger.

Layers of Vaporia

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Bancutza

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Liil Unez Vert

Harmless Figurine

Some might have argued it was the alcohol and jovial atmosphere of the pub but I naturally rushed to buy the little thing from the superstitious miners. They had found it apparently in in a regional copper mine and now due to some silly superstition they had been passing it from one to another each afraid to hold it longer or some such nonsense. From what I could gather from their drunken excited storytelling their digging into a lower channel had stumbled them into a long abandoned section of the mine where alongside with amazingly rich copper deposits they found a section that somehow scared them all, where they swore they could identify humans in the rock formations alongside with their tools and even rations. How silly of them. What a great find for me though! I must make a point to hang around such superstitious folk in the future too, for it seems in their drunken parties their tongues become a bit more untied than their usual stranger hating ways and sometimes there’s nice little opportunities for a discerning collector like myself!
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Ktronimus Collage

Rogganite Flaky2

Bones of Saraoth Apparition

The “Bones of Saraoth” ritual seemed to Jarredth to be a smart way to work his way up to communicating with the high Lord of the Abyss himself. But, even as he tried that, the apparition that started to gently materialize in the mist clouds now gathering around him made his heart stand still forever.

Fhurnich

Jonatheus had been walking for hours through the thick jungle, containers and nets and all jingling on his back. He pushed forward fuelled by rage alone, all the while sweating like a pig while cursing his fellow biologist Richards. He had hired the ungrateful prick many years ago when nobody wanted him, and now… now he was stealing his research and giving it off as his own. But he’d show him! He had gone deeper into the undiscovered wilderness than ever before, looking for new species. He mistakenly thought he’d found his luck when he discovered a rotten old tree with petrified looking egg-structures all over it. They looked like they were about to hatch any moment…

Dossadloid Vert

Reaching Knowledge

“I had reached for knowledge all my life, and I had always felt it reaching back for me, which made me deeply happy. But this time… well,  I’ve never been so scared in my whole life.”
    Thimotheus, Dark Scholar Chronicles

Salivatoriumus Maximus

Boneslave Talisman

 

The diminutive race of Ankh’arr’nilf’schioo has long been enslaved by the fire demons of the south. So long in fact that most peoples have forgotten the original name of their kind and now know them only by how they’re called by their masters: “Boneslave”. They have however tried to keep parts of their own culture from “the before”, and at nights they sometimes can be seen crawling out of the volcanic cracks of the mountain to do their strangely frightening bone dance music in worship of the true-God.

Huua’sh Bust

The basket near his ornate wooden desk was already full with crumpled up paper when he threw another one in it. For days Aniramus of Lebrairr had been trying to write to his friend about the subject matter, but no sooner would he finish writing that he would change his mind and throw it away yet again. On the one hand it was his friend and he wanted to let him know of the Huua’sh great mystery that he had finally solved with the paranormal solution… but on the other he worried, this could be too much even for his friend’s scholarly inquisitive mind.
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Dystopianism – centerfield

Moonmind

A creature of deep space, home on baren planets devoid of life and feeling, they are cosmic scavengers. How would such a creature end up on earth?

Lethardj

 

Richard and Leon were ramming the captain’s cabin door as hard as they could. Slamming, screaming, kicking with a desperate frenzy. Their shoulders were screaming in painful agony, but they didn’t give in until they broke the door. Somebody had to do this, and if not them… WHO? The crew was in total disarray, not far from mutiny. Ever since that rich booty they had struck on hitting the sinking regal galleon everything had gone downhill. Sure, there were gems, gold coins and exotic jewellery with beautiful engravings in a language never seen before, and everything in plenty for everybody, but what would it all be worth if they all died with a mad captain? Sure enough, as they feared, they found him still staring into that strange crystaline ball showing funny things. It had been 4 days, for God’s sake! It looked like he hadn’t ate or drank anything in all this time, just sat there… just sat there… just…

Be’Wi’miraat

 

As the two grey haired men with incredibly expensive suits sat in the antechamber awaiting to see The Great Politician, they were getting more and more nervous. The older one was periodically wiping his sweat filled forehead with a golden embroidered handkerchief. They were THE two leaders of business and banking in their country, yet they both knew that the real power belonged to this diminutive man, the man who controlled men with guns who could destroy their empires in gunfire, and controlled the press in to every whim under state imperative. In a mixture of fear and boredom they would both repeatedly be looking at the big portrait painting that was dominating the great room. And as they did so, and as the minutes of waiting turned into hours, they started to get the feeling that the setting sun moving across it was revealing an underpainting, something much older and more frightening. Or maybe they were just going crazy.

PlanetaryRings – Overview

Salivatoriumus Prooxim

Kingserr

“The last time the Kingserr had been mentioned in the histories was in some apocryphal writings which suggested that the secret campaign in the Peloponnesian wars was around it’s negotiated transfer safely from Thrace over the Aegean Sea and into Sparta, something which the Athenians naturally didn’t want to allow for fear of the horrible consequences. Since then this great artifact of the power of kings over kings has gone in the black market underground, with no official mentions. The silencing mainstream story tries to suggest that it was lost at sea, but rumors are beginning to resurface that it’s out on auction again.”
Excerpt from the intercepted blood note
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Battle Islands – Metalicity

Quint-lampothron

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Dimension-0 Ring

 

The Dimension-0 ring hides under it’s beauty and shine a very dark secret indeed. For the gems it is a adorned with are no ordinary precious stones, but pieces from the volcanic explosions on mount Krara-rathou, the place where hundreds of slaves over centuries had been brought as living offerings, not to the volcano or nature (as some westerners still think with superiority), but to dark powers living deep in under the earth’s crust. It is said that the wearer is able to see with it The Overlapping Dimension. This perspective of his surroundings makes the wearer feel “enlightened”, first through the discovery, and then through the other-beings that talk to him in hi trances. Ultimately though all the wearers (mostly great kings) ended in insanity, no longer being able to interact with their own kind.

excerpt from the book
“Forbidden Lost Artifacts” – by Lugunarius Markhee

Salivatoriumus Lateeria

Ktronimus of the 6th dimension

 

“Seeing” into 5 and 6 dimensional space was NOT the problem. He had told those fools at the military this many many times, and brought incontrovertible evidence that his formulas were correct. The problem was the complex mathematics required to process the data thus obtained and make any sense of it for the frail human minds. They had argued that it would require taxing the masses very heavily indeed to build a computing machine as powerful as he had asked for, and were about to cancel his beloved morbid baby project, but then some older glory hungry generals (of the type fearful that this would be their last chance at greatness) came to his rescue by dangling the threat that some other country would get this before them, and plus the high technology jobs thus created, so he got the funds. 5 years, an imperial fortune and a few hundred burned out top scientists later, he had his machine and today was the day when they would use it for the first time. The audience was filled with elder statesmen when the first 5 dimensional project appeared. It was later not easy to then explain to the curious newspapers how such a large group of top officials could all have a heart attack at the same time, but with some diversions and story alterations it worked in the end. The project was cancelled and buried. Deep. Very very very deep.

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Dheadjat Brothers

 

The brothers Dheadjat had always been united. United in their desire to have more land. To own it, to control it, along whit whoever passed upon it. This was as true today as it was 3047 years ago when they lived out their mortal lives. They started out humbly with some adventurous thieving and pillaging with their small band, but within a short decade or two they managed unite a few tribes and after a couple of guided wars they managed to take over their own little government, even to graduate into instituting the moral code in their region by smart use of a couple of priests, until it became immoral to oppose their tributary taxes, as they began to call them. Nothing to complain, they lived a good life, with many castles and many slaves, up until a leisurely luxurious old age.

The only thing that surprised them was awakening fused together, just a few short years after their deaths, into this dark overlapping dimension. It was strange, but after a while they got used to it. Pillaging among the dimensions had it’s joys that they could live with. They had some disagreements though, now that they had to share a body as well as these strange lands. This lead to them not talking for a few centuries, but in the end they still shared the same passion, this desire to acquire more precious land, and even without words they had this unspoken understanding of what is truly precious.

Domoidalites tops

2nd Chance Shrine

Bridgeor

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Oldcontinental Haus

Bazial Statuette 2views

Deepscourer

And then in the twirls of thickening darkness I started seeing a shape, no more of them, feeding upon the soul-remains of the depths. I remembered then of my master’s teachings and realized I was seeing the bottom feeder beings known as Deepscourers. Remembering that was fortunate, as otherwise I might’ve let myself be deceived by it’s benign looking, almost peaceful outlook and gotten closer, risking being mistaken for a damned soul and being mercilessly fed upon.
“The nightmare traveler journals” by Ruberti Markun

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The Liquid Arizen

In the middle of the cavern was a white glowing almost milky liquid that would gradually thin into the thickness of a glowing fog. At first I noticed an ominous shadow swimming a few centimeters underneath, but then it rose and broke the reluctant surface only to emerge and start slowly lifting into the center of the lake like a majestic living chitinous column.
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The Vararabi

The Vararabi is said to initiate the storms of change. Unpleasant as this process is for all the societies and even species involved, this actually reinvigorates them, nudging them out of their implicit desire for comfortable stagnation into coopetition. Or at least that is one way to look at it from the outside, as from the inside what it looks to them like the pain and discomfort of losing their now accustomed comforts and societal structures and returning to a natural state of strife that they had thought to have left behind them, believing to have had moved to a new level of civilization, resulting in the loss of otherwise comforting lies.
from the compilation “Conversations with The Infraterestrial Xuunianiaa”
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Icon of Knowledge

This had been a robbery planned out at the highest levels. Weeks of preparations with virtually unlimited budget had given them the best possible crew, both physical and in paranormal abilities. They were prepared for everything, as one should when preparing to rob the castle of somebody as great and frightening as the great knowledge Seeker Rahamgarii Litkania. But they were not prepared for THIS.

I mean sure, Inner High Council members were often joking that he’d one day, presumably in a few centuries, be found burned alive by some frightening demon… but not like THIS. There was no fire, no, this was much more disturbing.The whole place was as if invaded by an abundance of strange living vegetation. And no, this vegetation did not give a feeling of serene calm and beauty of nature, you only feel that when you know to be far superior and in power to the plants you were beholding. Here was definitely NOT the case of that.

Three of the veteran men had ran away at the sight (well, after a round of puking), two had been killed in minutes with the third still slowly dying in great poisoned agony. By the time the last two had made their way to the core rooms they found everything “infected”, all destroyed, corrupted and overturned… and at a center of it all, in a radius of peace, stood the little oriental statue that they had been payed so handsomely to steal. Frighteningly still in a sea of moving natural death.

Podlumnia Bridges

Aviarius Family

Mindlocking