All witches fly to me...I have torn the veil of
Ancient cromlech carved of ice,Etched against a glimmering sky,Beneath the
(Sagas from the antediluvian Scrolls)Black winds whispering 'cross the fens,In
I hearken to the grisly murmer of nameless fiends,Black jaws
Black Legions ravening for blood,Dark Lords hearken to my call,Warriors
Silvern skull, sable shroud,ebon tower, onyx crown.Witchfire, black citadel,fros
[The Chronicler of Antediluvia:]
Long ago, before the Third Great Cataclysm
[The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the Attestation of
[The Oracle of Logres:]
It was a time of change. The
[Doctor Ignatius Stone:]
It was like some dark, dark dream. We
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[17 October: 1893]
Such grim musings as have been occupying my
Beneath the ice, the endless ice of Pangaea's now axial
Eternally
[The Thaumaturgist:]
The Great Eye of the Universe opens! Through this
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[From the journal of Professor Caleb Blackthorne III, discovered
