Tattoo: The Books of Glory

a webserial about people who are not like us

Tattoo Book 6.6

Posted by harmony0stars on May 7, 2010

The sirens were getting closer. She tucked the idol in her pocket with the black stone and ran. It was still dark when she arrived home. She quickly peaked in on Robert and Edgar before slipping into her vault. Only then did she remove the tarnkappe.

She spread it out on the table, but didn’t have to search long before she found a long vertical tear on the right side. Wondering how she could sew it when she could barely even see the fabric, she turned it inside out and grumbling, threw it over the chair. At least it was dimly visible from that angle. Until she figured out how to repair the cloak, it was next to useless.

Removing the necklace and stone from her pocket, she set both on the table and turned on her laptop. She picked up the pendant, but quickly set it down again with a shudder. The idol was ancient and worn, but vaguely frog-like. The feet and hands looked as if they might be webbed with little bulges on the pads of the fingers, but instead of a head, it had a mass of what seemed to be tentacles with a single swollen eye.

Ythogtha, Phoenix offered without prompting for once. Maybe he was feeling good now that she’d let him kill something. The yugg serve him and his brother.

Glory grunted. This wasn’t something she knew anything about, which meant Lori was probably not involved. Picking up the black stone, she turned it over and over in her hands as she asked, Are they something to do with your Elder Gods and Old Ones, Phoenix? His response was an inarticulate and uneasy affirmative. What are you not telling me?

Do you realize how many of your people I’ve inhabited without ever tangling with any of the Old Ones or their spawn? Lifetimes have passed where my only foes were other humans. How is it that since joining with you, I’ve battled Tsathoggua, one of his spawn, consumed one of my own kind, nearly been swallowed by Dagon, and thwarted a yugg? I am worried, and you should be too. If the stars are finally moving to their appointed spots…

What does that even mean? she demanded.

The Old Ones were commanded to come to earth by their progenitors, the Elder Gods. My folk were cleared away from this planet, and you know what happened when Cthugha protested that. When they refused to stay here, for whatever reason their Elders gave, there was war throughout the realms. Many Old Ones were killed outright, which is very hard to do. Others bred blasphemous children and sent them against their Elders, promising them great power and freedom if the Elder Gods were defeated. There were thousands of them before the war. Now there are only a hundred or so that I’m sure survived. Most of the Old Ones and their spawn were imprisoned here using a magnetic key linked to the harmonics of certain stars, but when those stars move into the correct configuration, the Old Ones may slip free of their bonds to make war on their Elders again.

It sounds like a bad science fiction movie. Why would they even make a prison with such an arbitrary ‘lock?’  Why would they imprison them here? Why not some planet without any life on it? That’s kind of rude. Did they think we wouldn’t mind? Phoenix shrugged irritably, or at least that‘s how it felt in her mind. His affability used up with his story, he withdrew into a moody silence. It didn’t help that she was thoroughly pissed about his attacking Tom. He’d claimed that he couldn’t do anything without her permission, but clearly he could and now she knew he‘d been lying about that. What else had he lied about? Could she even believe the information he fed her? It really did sound like bad science fiction from a black and white drive-in movie. Next she’d be looking out for men in gorilla suits with TVs on their heads. The fact that she couldn’t trust him, and knew, probably contributed to his surliness. His sudden attempt to hold a conversation had been nothing more than a means to distract her.  If he was privy to her train of thought, he didn’t feel like dignifying her suspicions with a response.

She turned the flat diamond over in her hand. The rough side was slightly convex, though rough and uneven as a geode. Two edges were smooth and two were very rough, as if it had been broken off from a larger piece. On the side that had been tooled, there was a raised and rough symbol on a slightly concave bed of polished stone so smooth it felt slightly slick to the touch. She couldn’t identify the stone itself, though she thought it might be obsidian. The symbol was the strangest she’d ever come across, like some bizarre cross between John Dee’s angelic script and a Santeria orisha.

Whatever it was, it was certainly not Egyptian, and Glory wished she could have seen what the museum had to say about it before Tom smashed the case. It was a pity she hadn’t noticed the stone during her walks with Edgar and Robert.

Setting the stone back on the table, she spent the next few hours trying to find anything that looked similar, but searching for one symbol without any cultural context was like searching for the proverbial needle in the haystack when it came to the internet. She very quickly ruled out its origin as Egyptian, despite its placement in the Egyptian room, but that left her with a dead end. More than ever she felt she should seek out a Necronomicon, but she was far from an expert in that particular area. It would be very easy to get conned by some scheming counterfeiter. Perhaps if she played nice, Professor Scott would let her look at the copy several sources claimed was in the Miskatonic library. It seemed like the only copy she’d at least have a chance of examining.

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John Dee’s Angelic Script / Enochian

Voodoo Orishas

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to Book 6, page 7

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