Strange Aeons

Under the Pyramids, Nyarlathotep has stitched together the forgotten dead into mockeries of the small gods of Earth.

The auroras commonly seen on Earth are the result of solar radiation bouncing off the upper atmosphere. The cosmic energy emitted from inter-dimensional portals can cause a similar effect.

Them from Outside want in. Inside our universe of light and matter, so different from the formless chaos that roils around the universal font of Azathoth. Out there, they’re little more than plankton. Mere mouthfuls for larval Outer Gods.

But inside our universe, amongst the pitiful things that populate it, they’re the gods.

Their primary means of coming in is in the creation of the Outer Hybrids. They send whispers and instructions along the paths that they cannot tread alone, offering knowledge and power in exchange for aid. Success is rare but for those who exist outside of time, patience is supreme.

Vampires are not things of this Earth. Their true origin lies beneath the oceans of a distant world in some haunted corner of the galaxy. Their ships now wander, patient and predatory, seeking planets with abundant life. They found us. For now their hunts are rare and secretive and we can only hope they stay that way. 

If they wished, they could drown the world in seas of blood. They are the lords of the ultimate night, the high vampires, the Nioth-Korghai.

Nuckelavee! Oh Nuckelavee You're big and evil and heinous Who could it be who set you free? He really must be an anus!

I dunno guys, Green is being super sus right now.

Rlim Shaikorth was one of the Ancient Powers of lost Hyperborea. It came down from beyond Thulask within its glacier citadel of Yikilth, guiding it with the power of its supreme sorcery. It swept the coastlines, blasting the port cities of the Hyperboreans with freezing light and unleashing spirits of icy cold. As it slaughtered its way down the coast he collected wizards that interested him and forged them into beings capable of surviving his cold and aiding in the rituals that powered Yikilth. However it became known that it had not saved them solely for service but to fatten them with magic from its icy realm, for the ghosts of powerful wizards was its only sustenance. Rlim Shaikorth was slain by the warlock Evagh with the aid of the ghosts within it and the glacier Yikilth melted beneath torrents of boiling black blood.

I love a good scary forest

The Ritual of The Star Treaders.

Worshipers of Shub-Niggurath bring Zhar and Lloigor to Earth with an eldritch flame.

Behold! The Sleeper in N’kai! A toady, batty, sloth-ish sort of thing!