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Somewhere in a city in Eastern Iraq, by the border of Yemen, 1356 A.D.:
Ahmed, a young scholar of about 23 ran down the causeway. Looking behind him he could see the thing which chased him in the darkness and coming his way with unholy speed. He ducked into a thoroughfare and wound his way through several smaller streets but no matter how fast he ran the shadowy figure of his pursuer was always at his heels. He was tall, lithe and with a moderate complexion for a Middle Eastern student. He wore a yellow tunic made from the poly-blend of satin and cotton, and across his chest was slung a satchel. On his right was the sigil of the Damascus College where he studied. At the present moment he was terrified beyond all belief. What had chased him, so that he could not run and escape? In his hands he had been clutching a package that contained scrolls, copies most likely, of ancient texts. Also in his possession was a large vellum bound codex that seemed to bear the sign of what he presumed to be nonsensical gibberish written in blood.
Ahmed looked exacerbated at the continents of the material that he had just stolen. He did not look at their meaning nor did he read the inside scrawling of the vellum codex. Sweat was pouring down the side of his face. He seemed unable to breath and the dull pain that throbbed in his legs from running seemed to increase when he moved. He rested his back against the wall of an old building that was going to ruin and for a moment he breathed a sigh of relief, under the assumption he had gotten away from his pursuer, as he tried to catch his breath. But a moment later the figure appeared again staring hard at him from the shadows. He groaned in annoyance, reluctantly picked himself up and began running again. But his strength failed him. The pain in his leg shot throughout his body and the insidious figure who had chased him through the streets reached out to him with ghostly hands. Then they vanished, the thing and Amed, into the shadows of history.
Modern day University of Miscatonic, Arkham Massachusettes:
Professor Pabodie continued his speech with his usual tone. "Long before the dawn of our universe, when the stars and planets were nothing more than specks of dust and gas there existed creatures that lived in the space between the spaces. They came to our realm from this space and created our world out of nothingness. It was thier home for as long as memory could allow. It was peaceful while the starlight was harmonious. The Elder Beings raised enormous onyx cities like man shell have never seen, nor will ever see again. It is these same creatures who truly created human beings for their amusement. They would watch and laugh for it was humorous to them that a creature would receive pleasure and procreate from the same place they excrete their waste. For thousands of years everything was perfect. Then came the Old Ones: Shub-Nigurath the infernal mother-goddess; Chthulu the Warrior of the Deep; Nyarlathotep the Creeping Chaos; Dagon the lord of the Ocean and their brothers and sisters. Shub-Nigurath was consumed in a bitter hate with Dagon, constantly battling with him for supremacy. Nyarlathotep watched in amusement everything that transpired. But it was Chthulu, the great warrior, who raised an army against the Elder Race and banished them back to Kadath. This was all before man came, before the stars became poisonous. Though all but Nyarlathotep sleep now or lie in hiding, some say there are servants who still remember, who still serve if only they could hear their master's call." Dr. Pabodie looked up at the clock. "Remember class, to reach chapter 9 of your text book and your second essay will be due in three weeks. Dismissed."
Soon now, the time draws near when the stars are right and the Old Ones shall return and the seal will be broken. Do you hear the calling? The old ones are speaking to you saying
'Arise, arise my servant and wake me from my slumber so that I may bring swift death to my enemies.' Whether it is the ancient mystery of these beings, or the strange events that plagued your life or a secret heritage these words stick in your mind. And the fact that several professors have gone missing, or experienced unfortunate ends has been bothering you. What then will you do when you learn the terrifying truth?
Name:
Elder associated: If any
Age:
Appearance:
History:
Affinity: (history, languages, occult)
Mental faculties: How much strange can you handle (note: no one should exhibit imperviousnes to occult horror)
Fitness:
Personality:
Major:
Magic: (cultists only, dependant on patron Elder)
(addedum: The following post will be about what Elder gods are available)
Ahmed, a young scholar of about 23 ran down the causeway. Looking behind him he could see the thing which chased him in the darkness and coming his way with unholy speed. He ducked into a thoroughfare and wound his way through several smaller streets but no matter how fast he ran the shadowy figure of his pursuer was always at his heels. He was tall, lithe and with a moderate complexion for a Middle Eastern student. He wore a yellow tunic made from the poly-blend of satin and cotton, and across his chest was slung a satchel. On his right was the sigil of the Damascus College where he studied. At the present moment he was terrified beyond all belief. What had chased him, so that he could not run and escape? In his hands he had been clutching a package that contained scrolls, copies most likely, of ancient texts. Also in his possession was a large vellum bound codex that seemed to bear the sign of what he presumed to be nonsensical gibberish written in blood.
Ahmed looked exacerbated at the continents of the material that he had just stolen. He did not look at their meaning nor did he read the inside scrawling of the vellum codex. Sweat was pouring down the side of his face. He seemed unable to breath and the dull pain that throbbed in his legs from running seemed to increase when he moved. He rested his back against the wall of an old building that was going to ruin and for a moment he breathed a sigh of relief, under the assumption he had gotten away from his pursuer, as he tried to catch his breath. But a moment later the figure appeared again staring hard at him from the shadows. He groaned in annoyance, reluctantly picked himself up and began running again. But his strength failed him. The pain in his leg shot throughout his body and the insidious figure who had chased him through the streets reached out to him with ghostly hands. Then they vanished, the thing and Amed, into the shadows of history.
Modern day University of Miscatonic, Arkham Massachusettes:
Professor Pabodie continued his speech with his usual tone. "Long before the dawn of our universe, when the stars and planets were nothing more than specks of dust and gas there existed creatures that lived in the space between the spaces. They came to our realm from this space and created our world out of nothingness. It was thier home for as long as memory could allow. It was peaceful while the starlight was harmonious. The Elder Beings raised enormous onyx cities like man shell have never seen, nor will ever see again. It is these same creatures who truly created human beings for their amusement. They would watch and laugh for it was humorous to them that a creature would receive pleasure and procreate from the same place they excrete their waste. For thousands of years everything was perfect. Then came the Old Ones: Shub-Nigurath the infernal mother-goddess; Chthulu the Warrior of the Deep; Nyarlathotep the Creeping Chaos; Dagon the lord of the Ocean and their brothers and sisters. Shub-Nigurath was consumed in a bitter hate with Dagon, constantly battling with him for supremacy. Nyarlathotep watched in amusement everything that transpired. But it was Chthulu, the great warrior, who raised an army against the Elder Race and banished them back to Kadath. This was all before man came, before the stars became poisonous. Though all but Nyarlathotep sleep now or lie in hiding, some say there are servants who still remember, who still serve if only they could hear their master's call." Dr. Pabodie looked up at the clock. "Remember class, to reach chapter 9 of your text book and your second essay will be due in three weeks. Dismissed."
Soon now, the time draws near when the stars are right and the Old Ones shall return and the seal will be broken. Do you hear the calling? The old ones are speaking to you saying
'Arise, arise my servant and wake me from my slumber so that I may bring swift death to my enemies.' Whether it is the ancient mystery of these beings, or the strange events that plagued your life or a secret heritage these words stick in your mind. And the fact that several professors have gone missing, or experienced unfortunate ends has been bothering you. What then will you do when you learn the terrifying truth?
Name:
Elder associated: If any
Age:
Appearance:
History:
Affinity: (history, languages, occult)
Mental faculties: How much strange can you handle (note: no one should exhibit imperviousnes to occult horror)
Fitness:
Personality:
Major:
Magic: (cultists only, dependant on patron Elder)
(addedum: The following post will be about what Elder gods are available)
Name: 
