The Book of the Dead Planes

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A glance at the glyphs by any reader of Epimetreus' studies of the horrible Nameless Cults would have established a linkage of unmistakable significance. At this period, however, the adversaries of that monstrous blasphemy were exceedingly few; any copies having been incredibly scarce in the interval between the suppression of the original Sagronian edition (39 AE) and of the elvish translation (45 AE) and the publication of the expurgated print here by Arthan the scrivener under King Fortesell in 409 AE.

HL*

Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substances walks alone. The Eldars were, the Eldars are, and the Eldars shall be. Not in the spaces known, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Har-Vecna-Rah knows the gate. Har-Vecna-Rah is the gate. Har-Vecna-Rah is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Har-Vecna-Rah. He knows where the Eldars broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They do. By Their smell can men sometimes know them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the distortions of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Wards have been broken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth twitches with Their consciousness. They bend the lines and crush the cities, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. The cold wastes hath known Them, and what man knows their dimensions? The ice desert of the Southern Isles and the sunken nodes of magery hold stones where Their seal is engraven, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and ammonites? Dagon is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your warded thresholds. Har-Vecna-Rah is the key to the gates, whereby the worlds meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, and after winter summer. --

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* with apologies to HPL