The fog broke and the captain saw the island covered by rows and rows of lotus flowers. In the far distant hill overlooking the ocean the captain could see the people of the island picking the lotus to eat. A crude carving of their hideous God sat in the middle of their harvesting. The hungry men on the ship jumped for joy as they saw the sight. Bitterly the captain warned his men, “Not here! This is the land of the lotus-eaters… Go to shore and we will never leave.”
“What happened to Citizen Felix?” The commander asked his men on patrol, “He was the only one to come back from that mountain excursion. I wanted to ask him more questions about what he saw and what became of the people that had wandered out there with him. He mentioned something about a monument or giant stone with a forgotten language carved on it.” His men reported that the man was found dead yesterday with his eyes gouged out with his lips sewn together. “Great Gods! Did anyone find the culprits?” His men shook their heads sadly. A Senator from the capitol had been listening to the conversation and spoke. “Best leave such curiosities to the silence and let such misfortune fade from our memory my dear young men.” The commander opened his mouth to say a query but was cut off by the senator’s two fingers over his lips. The rest of the men trembled and looked at each other in fright.
Approximately 10 miles northwest of Rome lay the former Etruscan walled city of Veii. Located on a plateau overlooking the right bank of the Tiber, the region had been settled by successive cultures since the Late Bronze Age until finally being by conquered by the Romans in 396 B.C. Within this city can be found a unique cult called the Sororum ex Noëma (Sisters of Na’amah). Ostensibly an offshoot of the female-only Bona Dea cult, which at first glance it closely resembles, it is in fact far older, predating the one in Rome by many years. Continue reading »
In a remote region of Provincia Pannonia (the province of Pannonia, encompassing parts of modern day Hungary, Austria, Croatia, Serbia, Slovenia, Slovakia, and Bosnia and Herzegovina) sits a village much hated by its neighbors. High in the mountains the village of Xuthltan is populated by peoples unrelated to anyone but themselves, a squat and stock, powerfully built race said to be mixed with the blood of the wild men of old. It is whispered they worship dark gods, practice black magic, summon demons and make human sacrifices before a tall black monolith. No one really knows what the truth is about Xuthltan, for outsiders who visit the village seldom return, and the few who do are usually insane. For the most part the people of Xuthltan keep to themselves and are shunned by the few outsiders who know of their existence.
However on certain nights of the year youths and children vanish from the villages surrounding Xuthltan are taken. Some are forcible removed from their homes by raiders, others are snatched off trails via ambush, and no survivors of these attacks are ever found. The tracks from these attacks always lead back to Xuthltan, but the terrified locals do nothing. Their legends say that once the villagers tried to attack Xanthan, in revenge for such raids and to put down these degenerate sorcerers and devil worshippers once and for all. The attack ended in failure and now the villagers simply watch over their children, lock their doors, and keep weapons close at hand whenever the seasons begin to turn.
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In the remote mountains of Tarraconensis (Hispania / Spain) there exists a mysterious sect known as the Tenders of the Stone. The region they operate in encompasses about a dozen villages and towns, mostly pastoral in nature, although some trade in silver, olives, and wine. The Tenders are thought to be natives on these villages, although their specific identities are unknown. The cultists, usually a procession of thirty members, gather on the Vernal and Autumnal Equinox and visit a seemingly random village within their domain. They then demand the tribute of a single human being to be given up to their “God of Stone”, “The Provider of Prosperity”. In return all the villages in the region are ensured a prosperity. Continue reading »
Horrore De Cosmico Six Scenarios For Cthulhu Invictus By Golden Goblin Press
It is with great honor that I announce the Augustus Cantus Cthulhu Invictus contest! Our beloved Patron Golden Goblin Press has been generous enough to offer us “boo boo books” (Slightly damaged in production, but still in fine order) as well as Roman Replica Coins in their own small bag that we can give away to the contestant who comes up with the best Cult of Ancient Rome. Our two runners up each get their own aforementioned copy of Horrore De Cosmico, and our Grand Prize winner gets the final Horrore De Cosmico, as well as 9 Replica Roman Coins, and the long awaited Cthulhu Invictus Fiction Book, Tales of Cthulhu Invictus.