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Contents of the scrolls

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS:

Six Arabic (A) scrolls: A1—A fine linen scroll in Arabic, about five inches across, tied with a faded red silk ribbon. It can be dated to the 15th century, most likely originating in Egypt or possibly Tunis. The Arabic text is stylized and illuminated, and the scroll is in excellent condition. A2—A cracked, partially fire-damaged, piece of parchment, about 15 inches across, mounted on a wax tablet (a method used to preserve particularly fragile texts). The text is in a very shaky hand and can be dated to the 9th century, most likely from Moorish Andalusia. A3—A vellum scroll in Arabic, about 8 inches across, tied with a faded red silk ribbon. It can be dated to the early 12th century, almost certainly to Egypt. A4—A papyrus scroll in Arabic, about 8 inches across, untied. It dates from the 8th century, though the writing style is somewhat antique (stylistically similar to the style of the previous century), suggesting the possibility that the author or scribe was from a provincial region, probably in the Arabian Peninsula. A5—A vellum scroll in Arabic, about 8 inches across, tied with a faded red silk ribbon.* The script and material suggests the work is of Egyptian origin, probably mid 15th century. A6—A badly decayed papyrus scroll, probably from the middle of the early Fatimid Caliphate (10th century).

Four Latin (L) scrolls: L1—Fragments of a papyrus scroll, written in Latin, pressed between thin glass plates and mounted in a booklet. The language suggests it was written around the time of the early Roman Empire (30-40 A.D.). L2—A worn vellum scroll in Latin, about 12 inches across, tied with a linen cord. The script suggests it was written in the 12th century; a note at the beginning is in period ecclesiastical Latin while the bulk of the text is in late Imperial vernacular (probably 4th century). Fragments of a leaden seal bearing the image of a lion are preserved. L3—A parchment scrap with Latin writing, uneven but between 7 and 8 inches across though it tapers at one end due to tearing or breaking. The language and the script used suggest an early medieval author, possibly in the late 8th century, most likely from the Carolingian court. L4—Linen paper scroll in Latin, about 11 inches across, untied. The language is very late Medieval Latin, and is heavy with Italian vernacular. It probably comes from Northern Italy, possibly Milan, and dates to late 15th or early 16th century.

Two Egyptian Hieroclyphs (H) scrolls: H1—A papyrus scroll in Hieratic Egyptian, about 10 inches across, mounted on a wax board. It probably dates from the 19th Dynasty (about 1200 B.C.). H2—A papyrus scroll in Hieratic Egyptian,* about 10 inches across, tied with a faded red silk ribbon. It dates from the Tanite (21st) Dynasty (about 1000 B.C.).

Two Medieval French (F) scrolls: F1—A brittle vellum scroll in Langues d’Oïl (Old French), about 10 inches across, untied, dating to the later 11th century. F2—A fine parchment scroll in Middle French, about 15 inches across; illuminated, illustrated, and tied with a black silk ribbon laced with threads of silver. It dates to the mid 16th century, probably from the court of Francis I.

One Old English (E) scroll: E1—A brittle vellum scroll, about nine inches across, tied with a strip of hide. An expert could date the scroll to around 1050 AD, making it a remarkable and rare find.

CONTENTS:

Six Arabic scrolls:

A1 — This scroll consists of a series of prayers to a being called the Black Lion, described in the text as a towering sphinx-like monstrosity with the body of a titanic black lion and the head of a man, but with its face a void opening into the depths of space. The prayer enjoins the being to destroy unnamed invaders of the lands once held by the children of the Iteru (the Nile River).

A2 — On this scroll are a series of instructions for calling upon the power of Thoth, called here Izzu-Tahuti, by invoking his secret name. This invocation is said to diminish the power of enemies and spirits, but comes at a risk to the caster. The instructions are confusingly written and obscure.

A3 — The text of this scroll is a lengthy prayer to “The Black Pharaoh” (also called Nephren-Ka), “Master of All Egypt,” “Lord of the Shining Crystal,” and “Voice of Black Fire and Death.”

A4 — This scroll describes the ritual magic used to control or perhaps ward against a particular and strange djinn called the “Dweller in Strange Spaces” and “Spider of the Void,” which the magician may use to reach distant places and to destroy his enemies. Much of the text is devoted to the creation of a ritual knife of either iron or silver (or other pure metal), necessary for the ritual.

A5 — The contents of this scroll are a series of instructions to a pupil on the preparation and casting of a spell that allows the caster to influence the dreams of his subject. The spell requires a bowl made from “sky copper,” specific herbs, and blood from the caster and that the victim must be no more than perhaps two dozen miles distant. One strange reference mentions that the author enjoys tormenting his victims with visions of a demonic cat.

A6 — This scroll records a curse, calling upon the “Formless Howler of the Wastes” and “He Who is Lord Over all Beasts” to bring a pestilence down upon one Hijepha‘oto the Khem, apparently an Egyptian sorcerer of some might.

Four Latin scrolls:

L1 — These fragments contain a prayer to a figure described as “the Black Caesar,” described as the “Lord of All Lands” and “Servant of the Chaos before the Titans.”

L2 — This scroll contains two parts. The first is a short introduction discussing the origins of the longer passage; taken from the library of an unnamed Apulian monastery and copied for a potential heresy trial against the monastery’s Abbot as the original was too fragile. The main text is a prayer to Black Pharaoh similar in content to scroll L1, with a few lacuna.

L3 — On this scroll is a lengthy but incomplete prayer to a being described as the “Dark Master with Smoking Wings,” a monstrous bat-like being with a huge tripartite eye, said to dwell in “the Blackness Beyond Night.” The prayer is cut off during the description of a great gem, sacred to the being.

L4 — The content of this scroll is a series of prayers calling upon the might of “The Messenger of the Old Ones,” a cloud-like amorphous being and a harbinger of great destruction. The prayers call upon the being to lay waste to the armies of “the Bastard Charles and his wicked court.”

Two Egyptian Hieroglyphic scrolls:

H1 — This scroll relates a prayer to call upon “the Bird of Yellow Aztura,” a winged humanoid messenger. Much of the text discusses the astrological necessities of the rite mostly involving the star Aldebaran and the creation of a bone flute, said to attract the creature.

H2 — The text of this scroll is in two parts. The first is a prayer to the Black Pharaoh. The second is a plea to the same for his aid by sending an undescribed servant creature, alternately called the “Uraeus (or cobra) of Tahuti” or “the Death that Dwells by Night” including the offering of a living human sacrifice.

Two Medieval French scrolls:

F1 — The contents of this scroll were clearly written in haste as the handwriting is uneven and several passages were smeared by the author as he wrote. The text is a prayer to “The Black Demon,” alternately described as “Lord Blood Tusk” or “He who is feared in the valley of Minarthè,” offering up the supplicant’s body in sacrifice in exchange for the destruction of his foes.

F2 — This finely made scroll consists of a series of prayers to “L’Homme Nuit,” or “the Black Man,” and includes rites of ritual animal sacrifice, infant sacrifice, and cannibalistic orgies, best performed with the aid of “the Brothers of the Earth.” One passage describes the Black Man and calls him “He who wore the Serpent Crown and Howls as a Blackness Across the Land.”

One Old English scroll:

E1 — This scroll is a prayer to the “Horned One,” “Lord of All Beasts,” or “The Black Huntsman.”

Night of Horrors

(From the journal of Dr. Lawrence Wentworth Stafford, dated February 7. 1925)

I… I can’t get the images… the sounds.. out of my head. I – I think… I’m not sure what to think. I can’t do this now. I need to sleep.

The sleep won’t come. I can still hear the crunching sounds in my ears… bones? Was the girl eaten above me? The blood… Shower after shower, but I still am covered in blood. I try to scrub it off, but it won’t disappear. I… I need a drink.

If I had read this following passage a year, a month ago, I wouldn’t have given it further thought, just some ramblings of a deranged person, trying to catch attention in any way possible. Nevertheless, I cannot deny what I have seen, heard and experienced – as a man of science, especially one with experience in empirical sciences, cannot disregard my observations completely. I think I’d better start from the beginning.

It was tuesday, when we were ambushed in a cowardly way by that lowly man, al-Sayed, in the Blue Pyramid club. We did, however, emerge victorious, despite the odds stacked against us. Beaten and bloody, we arrived at the Waldorf, and luckily our friend, Mr. Griswold, summoned a doctor immediately. After seeing to our wounds, he left with a hefty wad of pounds and a promise not to talk to anyone. The man deserved his reward, my side is feeling much better – perhaps the injury was not that bad to begin with.

Shane O’Flannagan arrived shortly with news – sadly for us, too late – about the Blue Pyramid and its human deliveries to the countryside. The Penhew Foundation’s mansion, Misr House (Egypt in arabic, mind you) in Essex was their final destination. The Foundation also has a ship, Ivory Wind, whose norwegian captain does enjoy the company of the bottle. The ship is docked in seedy Limehouse, where only middle-eastern stevedores can work on it. The harbourmaster is called Punji Chabout, an indian fellow, as seedy, criminal and evil bastard as the dock he works on.

On the next morning, wednesday February 4th, Griswold tells us that he wants to report our ambush to the police. Me and Dr. Jusupov, or Jones, as he likes to call himself here, hastily convince him otherwise. We might be pulled into the investigation too, and not entirely without a reason. Our departure from London might be delayed, and we might even be detained – it’s better to give the police a thorough investigation notes, when we’re done. We talk about starting the investigation about the obelisk in Bannister Park, and I use my contacts to recruit a few like-minded individuals from the academic world. William and Dr. Paynesworth use the day for resting and healing injuries, while pouring over the pages of Elias’ books. They both finish their own in the evening, and look nauseous. That’s the power of literature!

Mr. O’Flannagan continues to make enquiries, and arrives later with a few crates containing shotguns, explosives and shells. After this delivery, he and Mr. Walker leave to keep an eye on the Ivory Wind, but the ship seems almost deserted – only people there are the three men on guard.

Thursday, February 5th. Dr. Paynesworth left to the library, his goals were to search the local newspapers for information and news about the Penhew Foundation. While he was gone, we started the travel arrangements to our trip to the country, and ordered some supplies for the travel to Egypt too. Later, Dr. Paynesworth arrives, but sadly, his search was in vain and without results. Mr. Griswold had a surprise for us – he had rented two Rolls Royce Silver Ghosts for our excursion. Dr. Jones’ associate, Ivan, comes with us, while the other surly man, Boris, stays behind to keep guard to our things and the safe. William is also left at the hotel, resting and healing his injuries.

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Friday, February 6th. We start towards Essex, and the automobiles are an absolute pleasure to travel in. The english countryside shows its beauty to us, while the wind tries to snatch away our hats. Brilliant fun! We arrive at Maidon, a small rural town near the Misr house, and sign ourselves in to the Gilded Hen. We rent double rooms in the first floor, all four of them. Misters O’Flannagan and Walker go on a walk to get themselves used to the surroundings, and even pass the road to the mansion. Both times it is being guarded by three men, the road leading to a small island half a mile across. There is only one way to the island, and it’s cut by a swing bridge.

We decide, that our best approach is by a boat, but it has to be in dark, or we’ll be seen far away. There’s an old man Jones by the beach, who rents his boat, equipped with a small outboard motor too – it can fit 8 people in it! Perfect for us. Our cartographer, Dr. Jones, comes up with a cover – we’re mapping the shore and islands here. We leave by nightfall, while Mr. Griswold and Boris stay at the inn – there will be a singalong later on, and Mr. Griswold wouldn’t want to miss it. While we’re rowing towards the island, we see and count six cars driving towards the house during four minutes.

We row to the shore, and Mr. Borel is left there to turn it around for fast departure and to guard it. Sneaking closer we discover seven cars at the front of the house. Dr. Paynesworth spots an obelisk on the other side of the house with his keen eyes, and we sneak along the shore to the other side, in the cover of some woods. Me and Dr. Jones approach the obelisk, as slowly and silently as we can, and discover a brazier some 30 yards from the obelisk. Looking around, there are eight of these at regular intervals, and a ring of torch holders similarly in a ring, but closer to the stone. At the stone we spot chains and manacles on the stone, placed at heights to hold people fast there. I feel my stomach churning while I realise the previous occupants have been clawing at the manacles there. The obelisk is covered in hieroglyphs, but we can’t decipher them.

New cars arrive at the house, a few at a time, until 12 cars are parked out front. We can hear their chatter, their accents and clothes reveal them to be of the higher social circles of London. All the arrivers enter the house. Just after we return to the others, two men come from the house towards the obelisk, plant 8 torches in the holders and light them. In a moment later, they arrive with a wheelbarrow and fill and light the braziers as well. After they’re gone, new cars arrive, now a lorry too – filled with women, who are led inside.

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Some moments later, we hear the sound of gong from the house – on the third ring, the front doors are opened, and men in dark robes emerge from the house – around thirty of them. The gong rings once more, and the men start to walk towards the obelisk. More men emerge from the house, again dressed in dark robes, but these ones have instruments on their hands. At the braziers, the men start their strange chant, play their instruments and sing. At last, our old enemy, al-Sayed walks out of the house, with a decorated sceptre in both hands. Their chant is at least partly arabic, singing for the black pharaoh. Dr. Paynesworth is ready to fire at al-Sayed, but we talk him out of it, for the fear of being discovered immediately. While arguing about this in hushed voices, a woman steps out of the house – completely naked, in some sort of trance, slowly walking towards the obelisk, along the path lined with dark robed men. Then another, and another, four in total.

At the obelisk, the women are chained to the stone with manacles. The braziers burst into larger flames, and suddenly Edward Gavigan walks out of the house, holding a chalice, walking towards the monolith. The guards at the door follow him, while the chanting of the other men quicken. As per our earlier plan, we sneak towards the house, while Dr. Paynesworth stays behind to watch Gavigan and al-Sayed through the scope of his rifle. The house is dark and silent, some rooms filled with the clothes of the now robed people outside. Going through the house we arrive in a great hall at the end, and just as we turn to leave, I realise the fireplace can be moved – there’s a short, messy tunnel leading down underneath the house, to a tunnel where we can hear the crying of women still locked there. We free five prisoners, in various health, some catatonic, but all tired and scared. Four of them are women, one is a man. We bring their out of the tunnel into the house and give them clothes.

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Our plan is the following: Mr. Walker lights the coal in the basement in fire, and fetches Dr. Paynesworth next, they escape with the boat with Mr. Borel. Others of us sneak out of the house, steal the lorry and escape with it with the prisoners. We drive over the bridge, plant explosives there and blow it up, leaving the cultists on their island in their robes. The plan is solid, but it did not take into consideration the things that happened outside the house, while we were inside. I’ve been only able to collect bits and pieces from Dr. Paynesworth about this, but here’s all I know.

Some large, leathery-winged, four-legged bats, the size of cars, flew down from the skies, to the monolith and chanting men. They start devouring the women chained to the obelisk, while the men go crazy around it. There’s chanting, screaming and obscene acts of sex. Dr. Paynesworth fires his rifle without actually hitting anything, and nobody even notices this. We get to the lorry, horrified but somehow able to act, Mr. O’Flannagan climbs to the driver’s seat, Dr. Jones next to him, while I help the prisoners climb to the back. Shane is able to start the engine, but then one of the women starts screaming ear-piercingly loud after wincing and shedding her trance. I try to silence her by covering her mouth, but the horrified woman bites down on my fingers, hard, and bites a piece of my little finger off! Somehow I get her silenced, as the lorry lurches on towards the bridge.

Mr. Walker finds the catatonic Dr. Paynesworth in the forest, and part carries him towards the boat. He’s met halfway by Mr. Borel, and they escape without incident. Meanwhile Mr. O’Flannagan slowly drives towards the gate and its guards. One of them moves to open the gate, and Shane floors the pedal and drives through the gate. We escape!

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But then something large and heavy lands on the top of the lorry. Startled Mr. O’Flannagan steers the lorry into ditch, and the thing is thrown off us, flashing in the headlights as it flies off.  While Shane backs up to the road, suddenly there’s heavy breathing at the back of the car – one of the bats out of hell is there, pushing its ugly head into the car, its heavy breathing hot and smelling disgusting. The women scream, as it snatches something into its jaws – I don’t know what, since I’m laying flat on the floor, eyes closed, trying not to be a target, trying not to move, not to make a sound, fearing for my life. The thing bites down on its prey, and there’s a spray of warm blood. I hear bones crunching, crunching, as someone is chewed and killed within feets of me. The thing stays behind, eating the carcass of its prey, as we finally drive forward and escape the madness and horror.

We stop at the inn, Dr. Jones, who is not soaked with blood like I am, walks quickly in, tells Ivan and Mr. Griswold to pack their things and leave as fast as they can, heading towards London and Waldorf Astoria still tonight. Then Dr. Jones returns to the lorry, and we drive away. We stopped somewhere on the way, leaving the freed prisoners there, mumbling something about an accident, and leaving as fast as we arrived. The others escape with their boat, grab their belongings from the inn and leave for London.

Dr. Paynesworth is in a very bad shape, which is saying quite a lot, since all of us are thoroughly shaken. We only realise how bad the situation is in the morning, when only a handful of us participates in breakfast. Neither Mr. O’Flannagan or Dr. Paynesworth wake up, they only shiver and tremble in their beds.