Nkire

A god that lays on a bed of soft grass, half asleep to the world. This entity should not be disturbed at costs, as it will eviscerate anything in its path. It is the guest who brings peace, and the guest who saves the city. The guest who brings peace, and the guest who saves the city." At this the old man paused, and as he did so his voice became very quiet. It was not very deep, but held a quality of quality which chilled the listener with a subtle yet terrible familiarity. "Sleep, Randolph Carter," he continued, "for it is well that dreams end. The sun of day has gone down, and the stars have not shone. I am old, and have seen much. I am old, and have seen much. I am Randolph Carter, and h...View all