Clad only in witchfire I have seen the daughters of the Black Goat dancing in hidden glades beneath the full moon! That very moon which is the eye of their Dark Mother! And the shapes that come from the woods to dance with them, things cast in a mold not of this world or of any world where sanity and light prevail!
(Except from a sermon given by Rev. Alton Bowers at the Church of the Holy Light in Arkham, Massachusetts in 1906)
A black tower stands in the center of the city of Lal-Khra'tum and men say it is older that the city, so old that it stood there when the jungles covered the plains instead of desert sands. In all the history of Lal-Khra'tum it has been noted that robed and hooded priests go from that tower to do business with merchants, buying food and wine with their ancient gold, and on occasion slaves that are never seen again. I had long wondered what god was served there and so on a moonless night I climbed that tower and gazed through the barred windows to glimpse the hierophant who dwelt in the uppermost chambers of the tower.
(From the Scrolls of Vecra Tutthoon)
"Olney listened to rumors of old times and far places, and heard how the kings of Atlantis fought with the slippery blasphemies that wriggled out of rifts in ocean's floor"
H.P. Lovecraft, The Strange High house in the Mist
his search for ultimate knowledge did not the sorcerer Tellaborabi sign his
name in the Black Book of Azathoth? And later, when his frightened acolytes
broke down the door to his sanctum they found not an all knowing sage but
instead a drooling madman who had clawed out his own eyes.
Those sorcerers of old Hyperborea would cast the bones of a man into a swamp and command elementals to inhabit them. In time those bones would rise covered in the substance of the bog, a shape vaguely like a man but a thing of horror and an affront to the spirits of the earth .
(from the Scrolls of Vecra Tutthoon)