For this next bit to make sense you need to know something that Lovecraft totes forgot to mention before, which was that the ghouls and the night-gaunts are friends. Best friends! Also there’s a special ghoul passphrase that all night-gaunts … Continue reading →
Carter runs and stumbles through the inky tunnels. He didn’t make an effort to leave the High-Priest’s chamber by the same route they came in, because the frescoes he saw on the way in were just too scary. However they … Continue reading →
Surrounded, as he is, by a small horde of horse-headed elephantine birds, Carter gives up his flight. Behind him the squat slant-eyed trader of evil legend rides up, all smug because he has the power to control Shantaks. The old … Continue reading →
Around the middle of his second day out from Inquanok, Carter and his yak come to the small-domed village of Urg. He spends a few hours chilling in the bar there, but Urg lacks ancient mariners, so he moves on … Continue reading →
Inquanok is a holy city, full of prayers and hymns and sacred flames from censers. Every so often you’re obliged to stop what you’re doing and pull out a viola or something, and join in a prayer-concert. All these rituals … Continue reading →
Eventually Carter’s ship comes in, and sure enough, the sailors aboard it clearly possess traits putting them in the same ethnicity as the godlike features of Ngranek. You might expect Carter to rush these guys and be all, omg, take … Continue reading →
Kuranes, like Carter, is a dreamer from the waking world, not a native of the Dreamlands. There are a few key differences between them, though. Last time Carter saw Kuranes, the latter was splitting his time between the rose-crystal Palace … Continue reading →
Lovecraft describes the vast trading city of Hlanith as follows. Fast Facts! Hlanith! 1) It’s at the mouth of the Oukianos river and on the Cerenian Sea. 2) It’s a dull city, all granite walls and A-frames and the wharves … Continue reading →
Carter fills the cats in on the looming zoog threat, and the cats are all, yo, let’s take them out premptively! So they do. The cats swarm into the woods, mob the zoogs, demand unconditional surrender, and get it. Lovecraft … Continue reading →
Carter reflects that he’s happy to be back in familiar territory. Once again he stands in the Enchanted Forest of the zoogs, though there aren’t any zoogs around, because they’re scared of the passage down to the land of the … Continue reading →
