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Deadtown Abbey Part 3

a old looking house with tentacles behind it


DOWNTON ABBEY MEETS LOVECRAFT MEETS NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD in Deadtown Abbey.

It is a world few of us have ever known. A world of masters and servants, where everyone knows one’s place. A world of newfangled technology like telephones and motorcars. A world of vampires, werewolves, zombies, and monsters of the deep. At the center of his necropolis estate lives the Earl of Monroe, who must hold the family he loves and the servants he trusts together against the eldritch onslaught of this rapidly changing world.

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The Jailer (Unique Entity)

There's only keys on one hand. It is somewhat humanoid, but the heavy locks on its back have pulled down the skin on its back, creating a slug-like appearance.

Lurch by lurch, it squeezed itself through the narrow hallway. A trail of slime on the corrosion-eaten walls and floor marked its passage. It was something of a man with the fact of an insect. Mandibles worked back and forth, and over themselves, as if it were tasting the air. It seemed to have a slug-like lower half. Only when it dragged itself closer could we that a curtain of flesh, pulled down by the heavy locks hooked into the skin, concealed its legs. Keys worked into the fingers on one of its hands clinked and clanked against one another incessantly.    

Alternative names: Low Xopolhiti, Lord of the Regents, Ruler of the Abattoir

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Deadtown Abbey Part 2

a old looking house with tentacles behind it


DOWNTON ABBEY MEETS LOVECRAFT MEETS NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD in Deadtown Abbey.

It is a world few of us have ever known. A world of masters and servants, where everyone knows one’s place. A world of newfangled technology like telephones and motorcars. A world of vampires, werewolves, zombies, and monsters of the deep. At the center of his necropolis estate lives the Earl of Monroe, who must hold the family he loves and the servants he trusts together against the eldritch onslaught of this rapidly changing world.

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MOTHER OF RESURRECTION, Avatar of Shub-Niggurath

It looks something like a giant, hairless rabbit. A tiny head sits atop a bloated and sagging body. Two teats rest against its belly, leaking greenish-white fluid. Its limbs are vestigal and useless, also resting against the body. Under its belly growing a transluscent egg-sack.

The nethermost caverns…are not for the fathoming of eyes that see; for their marvels are strange and terrific. Cursed the ground where dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied…out of corruption horrid life springs…

– HP Lovecraft, “The Festival”

Alternative Names: Bearer of the Black Milk, the Foul Fecundity

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Deadtown Abbey Part 1

a old looking house with tentacles behind it

DOWNTON ABBEY MEETS LOVECRAFT MEETS NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD in Deadtown Abbey.

It is a world few of us have ever known. A world of masters and servants, where everyone knows one’s place. A world of newfangled technology like telephones and motorcars. A world of vampires, werewolves, zombies, and monsters of the deep. At the center of his necropolis estate lives the Earl of Monroe, who must hold the family he loves and the servants he trusts together against the eldritch onslaught of this rapidly changing world.

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Regents

A naked humanoid, scars, chains, and jewelry obscuring their sex. Other jewelry adorns their bodies, either grafted into their skin or piercing it. Their heads are hairless. A halo-like crown has been grafted into the skin of their head. Their eyelids and lips are held open with hooks.

Bodies upon bodies, writhing on each other. All thin, starved. Each had open wounds. None cared. It was a display of utter, animal wantonness. From the middle of that pile of humanity rose a naked figure. Anything that could indicate its sex was gone, replaced with thick scar tissue. Seeping sores and jagged wounds competed for space across its body. Grafted into its skull was a halo-like crown, tarnished, corroded. It spread its hands and spoke with the voice of a sow. “Welcome to Heaven,” it squealed. 

Alternative names: Hesychasts, High Ascetics

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Agonists

A humanoid being, naked, hairless, and of indeterminate sex. Skin and muscle have been flayed from the head, and bone has grown over the where they eyes once were. A heavy lock hangs from their neck. Hooks driven through bone hold the creature's mouth shut. Above the waist they are naked. Open wounds criss-cross their skin. Sharp, jagged pieces of metal protrude from random points on torso and arms. On each finger is a finger-blade. Below the waist, they wear a loose and long rough patchwork skirt.

It emerged from the glowing, seeping wound in wall. A living, human visage of pain. Scars and sores riddled its flesh, too numerous to count. Pieces of jagged, rusted metal protruded from the skin, some bleeding around the base. It had no eyes, bone grown over where the sockets once were. Yet it somehow saw it. It turned its head toward us. It chattered its teeth, exposed from the hooks peeling its lips back, in delight.  

Alternative names: Afflicted, Sufferers

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Nikola Tesla meets The Slender Man Part 2

Nikola Tesla in front of an invention

Penny Dreadful Entertainment as related to his scrivener, Sean Hoade.

PART 2

A TRAGEDY IS REPORTED.

It was Boxing Day, 1904. I had just enjoyed the holiday previous with my friends the poet Robert Underwood Johnson and his wife, who had come up to Long Island from Washington, D.C. for the holiday. (I secured my own room next to theirs at the Hotel Astor to spend the night, on trustworthy bedding I had brought from home.) I felt refreshed and eager to return to work that crisp Monday morning.

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Nikola Tesla meets The Slender Man Part 4

Nikola Tesla in front of an invention

A Penny Dreadful Entertainment as related to his scrivener, Sean Hoade.

Part 4

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