Daughters of the Black Goat

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)

Spawn of the Windwalker

 
I am the howling wind of fear.
I am the frost that brings starvation.
Who calls me with the words older than mankind?
Ia IT-AH-Qwa
Ia Shatukk ng'liu
Ia Ki-Nah-uk
Ia IT-AH-Qwa
Who calls me with an offering of flesh?
I am the Wind-Walker.
The frozen dead follow in my footsteps. They come to devour the living.

(Inscription from a menhir discovered on Ellesmere Island, translated from the Aklo by Professor Ben Crawford)

Necronomicon pages referencing human sacrifices made to the Spawn of the Windwalker by primitive tribes

Windwalker cult artifact in Miskatonic collection

Servants of Yuggoth

 It is truth to say the Heirophants of Atlantis are immortal, but that longevity comes with a terrible price. The masters of Atlantis serve the Mi Go, who are sometimes called the fungi from Yuggoth. The surgical skill of the Mi Go enables them to extract the brain and preserve it alive in certain nourishing formulae. Then the bodies are prepared much in the same manner as one would prepare a mummy, drying the flesh until it becomes of a leathern quality. The Fungi then add certain apparatus into the spine of the lich,  that the disembodied brain may have perception and control of the body, much in the fashion of a puppeteer manipulating a wooden doll. The bodies are dependent upon the Mi Go to maintain the apparatus of control, thus do the Mi Go truly rule Atlantis. A mage of sufficient ability need not fear the Atlanteans, for the process renders them deprived of the means to properly conduct the subtle etheric energies, making their thaumaturgy mediocre at best. However the Mi Go are to avoided at all costs as they possess magic and knowledge inconceivable to the human mind.

   The Prophets of Pnom have often spoken of the doom that will befall Atlantis and of the pathetic bottled brains who will spend untold millenia buried on the ocean floor after this cataclysm. They will dwell trapped within their thoughts until the final death plunge of the Earth into the Sun grants them oblivion.
   (from the "Path of the Crimson Eye" as translated from the Hyperborean Aklo by Dr. Ben Crawford)

Necronomicon Prophecies

"In those last days of the age of man the blood of Ng'Vroth shall pour forth from his frozen tomb to spoil the waters, and the water shall be changed to foulness, and the life therein given the taint of Ng'Vroth and rise from the deeps to drag down and devour the things of the land. In fear man will rain the fire that kindles the sun down upon the frozen tomb of Ng'Vroth to seal his seeping wounds, and fully a third of the waters be spoiled forevermore."
The Prophecies of Pnom

 "Great Cthulhu waits in Rlyeh, dead but dreaming. Yet a day will come when the stars are right and the ocean vomits Rlyeh again to the surface. Cthulhu will call his faithful unto him, his priests will restore his might with the spells they have guarded for untold generations and they must be the first to sate his endless hunger. All the works of men will be cast down, men will tear out their eyes, but even the blind will see the face of Cthulhu, so they may know madness before death. Pity most those who endure the great purge, for they will live on as provender for the Great Old Ones and slaves for Dagon's Children."

(Rlyeh Text, page 946, translated from the Primal Aklo by Dr. Ben Crawford)

The Cult of Yog Sothoth

 Venaa's husband was king of their people. She was not his only wife, but she was the youngest and most favored. Their people were nomads and had crossed the frozen land bridge into a place where game was plentiful. While her husband led the other men in hunting the great woolly mammoth Vanaa wandered the hilltops, studying the circles of standing stones left there by forgotten races.
 

One day the stones began to speak to her. Their strange carvings would swirl and dance telling her stories of things beyond the world she knew and when the leaves turned brown she began to feel the presence of the outer god, Yog-Sothoth. Venaa slipped away from her husband's tent at night to sleep among the stones and she became with child.
 

 At first the King and the whole tribe were delighted, "it will be another mighty son for our King" they said. The celebration was cut short when an old woman spoke, she had followed Venaa to the standing stones and there had seen the true father of Venaa's child. The old woman writhed in the dirt and howled like a mad dog when she tried to describe the thing Venaa had called Yog-Sothoth.
  

The tribe wanted to burn Venaa, but the King refused because he still favored her. Instead Venaa was cast out, banished from the tribe. She wandered back to the stones to call upon Yog-Sothoth, "What will become of me, shall the child of a god starve within me?" The ground rumbled and the sky opened up with a thick black rain. The girl praised Yog-Sothoth, for the black rain nourished her as no earthly food could. She stayed there among the stones and no harm came to her. At night the black rains fed her, she grew heavy and soon she could move only a few steps.  

  In the fullness of time Venaa gave birth, not to one son but two. Both were like unto Yog-Sothoth, but one was moreso. Venaa's days ended with their birth. As she lay among the great stones, watching the carven glyphs dance in rhythm with the thunder and lightning Yog-Sothoth devoured her spirit, and his children consumed what was left.