Wednesday, June 18th 1924: The Witching Hour
In reply to novissimo (msg # 14):
Byron
Byron flips through the pages of the almanac as the rest of the party settles around the table. Unable to find the actual language, he turns to the index to see if he can find any similar words…
Ph’nglui…. Nothing
Mglw’nafh… Nothing
Cthulhu…. Chapter 13, Entry 4
Quickly turning the to right page Byron begins to read, breifling noticing the chapter heading which states Unknown Cults:
On November 1, 1907, New Orleans: A local Inspector by the name of Legrasse and a number of fellow policemen were conducting a search for several women and children who had disappeared from a squatter community in the nearby area. During his search Legrasse found a large mob of, as he describes, ‘very low, mixed-blooded, and mentally aberrant types’ who were ‘braying, bellowing, and writhing’ while repeatedly chanting the phrase: "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn".
A confrontation with the strange cult resulted in Legrasse and his men killing five of the participants and arresting 47 others. The victims' bodies would later be found marred in a ritualistic fashion.Looking for answers, Legrasse interrogated the men in order to learn the origins of their faith. According to Legrasse’s report the men “worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men...and...formed a cult which had never died...hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of R'lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway.” These men believed that some day he would call, when the stars were ready, and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him....
Before he can read anymore Professor LaRae’s voice cuts him off…
All
“Now in order for this to work, we each must place one thing of value on the table, the stronger our personal connection to it the better.” From under her shawl she pulls out a locket which she briefly presses first against her lips and then her forehead, whispering softly under her breath. She places the burnished locket on the table in front of her and looks at each of you expectantly…