Yshotha's Fiction & Quotes

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Yog-Sothoth: The All-In-One (By Yshotha)

Dwelling in the interstices between planes, Composing the Universe. Manifestation as a conglomeration, Globes shifting, flowing into another. Deity of Sorcerers and Wizards, Granting them great power To travel between the planes To see into a plane through crystal globes. Commanding various monsters From distant worlds... Gifts in return, Opening the way For Yog-Sothoth To travel from His domain. Tawil at'Umr; Wishing to travel to distant places. Being the least malignant Him unveiled Causes great sacrifice. Utterly mad, Destruction on its path. The Cult of Ne-Pang Is a Yog-Sothoth Cult. Order of the Silver Twilight The Temphill Cult Claim this name too. Power to travel within the planes, Reaching any other time or space. He is the Key and the Gate. Opener of the Way, Wishing to enter this plane.

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It is black, opaque and formless, about the size of an apple but with no fixed outline. Now and then it moves sluggishly, extruding thick stubby fingers upward...

Charles and Janyce Engan, "Beyond the Mountains of Madness."

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Yog-Sothoth (By Yshotha)

Yog-Sothoth, archons God of portals. Rules all goings in, Rules all comings out. Doors are His mouth Windows are His eyes. Whenever you cross, He is aware; And only when He permits it. He is the Gate and the Key; Jealously guarding the portals. The face of Yog-Sothoth, The face of the cosmos. During death and dream, Liberated from the house of flesh. Struck out by violent force; He may lead the soul to any world He: Nyarlathotep, Even to the throne of chaos. Yog-Sothoth cannot be bullied, Not even by Nyarlathotep. There is no way to harm Yog-Sothoth There is no way to kill Him...

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Cyclops.

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They are about ten feet tall with squat, heavily-muscled bodies. They are hairless, with dead-gray skin and huge hands and feet. Each has a single black glossy eye in the center of their otherwise humanoid faces. The single eyes always look like multiple eyes because of their hypnotic effect.

E.S. Erkes, "The All-Seeing Eye of the Alskali".

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Your Party (By Yshotha)

I ruined your party, Your great feast. You shouldn't have invited me, It's your own damn fault. You wanted to fight, So I put on my boxing gloves. Until you start complaining, I am hitting you too hard. I ruined your party, But I ain't telling by what. One thing I know for sure: You can't deal with me.

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Martian.

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The figure, nearly ten feet in height, was taller by a full yard than the average Aihai, but presented the familiar conformation of massively bulging chest and bony, many-angled limbs. The head was featured with high flaring ears and pit-like nostrils that narrowed and expanded visibly in the twilight. The eyes were sunken in profound orbits, and were wholly invisible, save for tiny reddish sparks that appeared to burn suspended in the sockets of a skull. According to native customs, this bizarre personage was altogether nude; but a kind of circlet around the neck - a flat wire of curiously beaten silver - indicated that he was the servant of some noble lord.

Clark Ashton Smith, "Vulthoom".

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Zinxong: The Torturer (By Yshotha)

Oracle of the one born of Hanuman's womb, Words to confirm what has gone before. Blessed is the one who grasps inner meaning, For only the inner eye may read. In the year of the badger, My office to the Feeble One. Century-old master of our sect, And his bloated viceregent; The Mad Prophetess. Occupying the forlorn monastery of Tsang, Whereupon no worldly man may enter. The task was the keeping of the scrolls, Housed in abundance. No longer could they read the scripts, Traced upon parchment. From the skins of humans, Stripped on their deathbeds. When one might dare to read What was written on those pages; Dangerous doctrines might arise, But forgotten by the tortures of our tribe. But these two arts, Copying the scrolls. Flaying of humane hides, Was the monastery enriched. Discipline for their prisoners. Peaceful community, Year after year. 'Till the return of Zinxong, Away serving as the torturer; For Qwon-Ling, the most powerful. At first rejoicing, As for a long lost relative. Little they knew that his warriors, Were slaying all who opposed them. Sounds of fighting in the dining hall, All rose safe for the Feeble One; Who had to be carried from place to place. The false brother greeted the warriors, The chieftain as well as his shaman. His tribe had made alliance with our rivals, The Brotherhood of Leng. Their silken yellow caps glowed in the soft light, Their presence was blasphemy. A sword struck the Feeble One; A second blow silenced forever the mouth of the Mad, Prophetess ever at his side. None mourned greatly at the passing of the Feeble One, His voice not being heard in many a season; Since the Mad One had dominated him. The Cult: the Red Hats of Tsang.

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Other-Dimensional Shadow Vampires.

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There were things in the abyss, he said in hoarse tones, great shapes that were like blobs of utter blackness, yet which he knew to be alive. From the central masses of their beings he could see them shoot forth incredibly long, filamentine tentacles. They moved themselves forward and backward horizontally, but they could not move vertically, it seemed. They were, he thought, nothing but living shadows.

Robert A.W. Lowndes, "The Abyss".

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Zoth-Ommog (By Yshotha)

A cone-shaped body with a lizard-like head, That is what Zoth-Ommog is. Thick serpent-like tentacles Growing from its head. Pseudopods resemble starfish arms, One on each side of the swarms. Buried underneath the Pacific; In R'lyeh: the corpse-city. Deep Ones worship Zoth-Ommog, Manifesting through many statues Scattered randomly around the world.

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Spawn of Abhoth

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There were things like bodiless legs or arms that flailed in the slime, or heads that rolled, or floundering bellies with fishes' fins; and all manner of things malformed and monstrous, that grew in size as they departed from the neighborhood of Abhoth. And those that swam not swiftly ashore when they fell into the pool from Abhoth, were devoured by mouths that gaped in the parent bulk.

Clark Ashton Smith, "The Seven Geases."