Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
The words repeated over and over again. Gently at first, like calm waves washing ashore, but they continued to grow and build in strength. Until finally they crashed down upon him like a tidal wave, dragging him down to the oceans fathomless depths.
Here in the frigid abyss, through the darkness appeared a mountain with glowing yellow eyes, a mass of writhing tendrils for a maw and enormous bat-like-wings.
And it looked at him. Spoke to him.
Those dreams never stopped.
Growing up, Kasamir Krowly was feared by his parents and other children. He would often sink into deep trances and speak in strange tongues from which he could not be woken. As he grew, his parents sent him to board with the clergy in the hopes that their influence would expel whatever evil forces they believed were inside him. Eventually, he was kicked out of the ecclesiastic order for wickedness but with the sudden death of his parents, Kasamir came into a large inheritance that secured him entrance to Waterdeep University where he gained extensive knowledge of astronomy and esoterica. Despite his growing reputation for the diabolic, his electric personality and knowledge of the arcane always won him acceptance into secret magical circles.
The reasons for Kazamir’s expulsion from the university were unknown but it was rumoured to have involved people at the highest administrative levels. With knowledge and resources Kazimir now travelled the land with a single purpose, to locate the tome he had seen in his dreams, the dread Book of Shadows. He soon discovered it was hidden away and guarded by the Clerics of Oghma, behind the stone walls of their oldest university. Using both charm and deception, Kazamir soon gained access to the ancient, unholy tome and then promptly stole it.
After learning the volumes blasphemous secrets, he then set out for the small coastal village of Aerilon.
After arriving in the isolated community, he waited until twilight then walked to the shore and upon uttering the first words of the forbidden ritual, a storm rapidly gathered overhead. Immediately, gale force winds began battering and shaking the small wood framed homes. The inhabitants quickly boarded up their windows and doors, preparing for the worst.
Then from out at sea, a mountain emerged from the abyss. It had glowing yellow eyes, a mass of writhing tendrils for a maw and colossal bat-like wings. It was the Great Old One, Cthulhu, who aeons past had travelled to this world from the stars.
And it looked at him. Spoke to him.
With the utterance of the rituals final words, lightning struck from above and the Book of Shadows vanished from Kazamir's grasp. Suddenly, and with uncanny speed, a hurricane approached the shore and brought down a colossal tidal wave that crashed upon the small coastal village, quickly levelling it. Any attempts to scream by the inhabitants were silenced, by the frigid waters that had filled their lungs.
The morning landscape appeared painted with blood from the red morning sun, revealing the destruction left by the storm. There were no survivors. The horror of what happened soon spread throughout the land. The incident was recorded as a natural, albeit freak, occurrence, but the coastal towns near Aerilon still perform ceremonies of protection whenever a storm is expected.
The name Kasamir Krowly died that night but from the baptism of watery destruction emerged Kaalut Kuzulhu. In his dreams he now sees the great city of R'lyeh, that is preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious resurrection, when the stars and the world might once more be ready for Them. This dark age would teach new ways to shout and kill and revel, and all the world would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom!
In his dreams, Kaalut still sees those two yellow eyes, glowing in the black depths of the oceans fathomless abyss.
And they look at him and speak to him.
