Cheliax, Empire of Devils

Letter to the Surgeon General
Notes of Dr. Herbert West

Dr. Herbert West


Cheliax Medical Association | Westcrown Chapter | Department of Thanatology


Fireday, Lamushan 7th, 4716
Honorable Vassindio Drovenge, Surgeon General
Cheliax Medical Assocation, Westcrown Chapter
Parego Dospera District, House Drovenge

Dear Honorable Vassindio Drovenge, Surgeon General:

I am writing this, since I am being foolishly penalized for something that isn’t my fault, but that’s neither here nor there; to tell you that I am taking a day off of work and attending the Opera tomorrow. I have been officially requested to watch a private session of a local diva, Natasha Fairskies.

No, we aren’t romantically connected, so don’t even bother asking.

Also, let me tell you what really happened, so I won’t have to keep writing this nonsense every time I want to go do something that doesn’t include your idiocy.

I had a bad day at work. People that actually work for a living have those sorts of days. So, I went to a tavern, which I’ve never been to before, to try and relax a little. As soon as I have a drink ordered and I am going over my research notes, a mob begins harassing me.

I moved to a different table as to avoid conflict. Before I could get comfortable again, that mob holds the entire tavern up. They begin demanding all of our possessions. The keeper of the peace within the tavern, and some woman I was sitting next to, begin attacking the mob. I, of course not wanting to look like a putts, threw an alchemist’s fire into the mob.

Now, those women killed all of those people. I may have caused some fire damage, but you blame them for death and destruction, not me. I don’t take this, “keeping tabs on me,” very lightly and it is inhibiting my research.

And before you think you can simply get rid of me, or my department, remember this, I have tenure and I have a contract. You may be rich and famous, but, I have the law on my side; not to mention smarter than you are. Now that I have that off my chest, have a nice day, “Surgeon.”

Sincerely,

West

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The Dunwich Horror
The Legacy of Wilbur Whateley Dunwich

Yog-Sothoth


Wilbur Whateley Dunwich


Born of Lavinia Whateley and Yog-Sothoth. Described as a “dark, goatish-looking infant”—neighbors refer to him as “Lavinny’s black brat”—he shows extreme precocity: “Within three months of his birth, he had attained a size and muscular power not usually found in infants under a full year of age…. At seven months, he began to walk unassisted,” and he “commenced to talk…at the age of only eleven months.” At three years of age, “he looked like a boy of ten,” while at four and a half, he “looked like a lad of fifteen. His lips and cheeks were fuzzy with a coarse dark down, and his voice had begun to break.”

“Though he shared his mother’s and grandfather’s chinlessness, his firm and precociously shaped nose united with the expression of his large, dark, almost Latin eyes to give him an air of..well-nigh preternatural intelligence,” Lovecraft writes, though at the same time he is “exceedingly ugly…there being something almost goatish or animalistic about his thick lips, large-pored, yellowish skin, coarse crinkly hair, and oddly elongated ears.”

He dies at the age of fifteen after being attacked by several hundred devils, while breaking in to the Miskatonic library. Wilbur was raised by his grandparents, and took their last name as his own. A description of Wilbur’s partly nonhuman anatomy:

The thing that lay half-bent on its side in a foetid pool of greenish-yellow ichor and tarry stickiness was almost nine feet tall, and the devils had torn off all the clothing and some of the skin…. It was partly human, beyond a doubt, with very manlike hands and head, and the goatish, chinless face had the stamp of the Whateley’s upon it. But the torso and lower parts of the body were tautologically fabulous, so that only generous clothing could ever have enabled it to walk on earth unchallenged or un-eradicated. Above the waist it was semi-anthropomorphic; though its chest…had the leathery, reticulated hide of a crocodile or alligator. The back was piebald with yellow and black, and dimly suggested the squamous covering of certain snakes. Below the waist, though, it was the worst; for here all human resemblance left off and sheer phantasy began. The skin was thickly covered with coarse black fur, and from the abdomen a score of long greenish-grey tentacles with red sucking mouths protruded limply. Their arrangement was odd, and seemed to follow the symmetries of some cosmic geometry unknown. On each of the hips, deep set in a kind of pinkish, ciliated orbit, was what seemed to be a rudimentary eye; whilst in lieu of a tail there depended a kind of trunk or feeler with purple annular markings, and with many evidences of being an undeveloped mouth or throat. The limbs, save for their black fur, roughly resembled the hind legs of prehistoric giant saurians, and terminated in ridge-veined pads that were neither hooves nor claws.

While Wilbur died in Egorian, he lived in an unknown coastal cave system, known to the Old Cults as Dunwich’s Cave, in Westcrown. May it’s location be lost to the outside world, forever.


Dunwich’s Cave

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Fire from the Heavens
Tryggvan's Journal Entry

Fire. Pure, and purging. Free, sure and surging.
C’thun’s will, this world cured. Justice served for hells endured.




I met some interesting people today. They set our enemies on fire. This endears them to me.




I can feel the doctor’s madness. Two cards of the same suit.




I’m sure that the fighter is for hire. I’m not sure about the tiefling. Time will tell.




Also, some silly rake tried to snatch our seed money. I’m glad he failed. He has potential, but I need that coin for the moment.




I wonder why these people pursue my new friend, but I am beginning to get annoyed.

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The End of My Logia
Last Testament of HP Lovecraft

This is my 114 logion, which will complete my logia. I have to face my persecution. The world around me is confined by the laws of angels and demons. They flaunt their laws as logic. I shall not wane. 114 shall rebirth my work. I shall beckon to my sovereigns as my saviors. True power is to be obtained as influence upon those not weak enough to submit to the inferiors rule. The greatest power is fear. The greatest fear is that of the unknown. By erasing my name and my work from history, the generations to come will be unbeknownst to me. Their ignorance will be their undoing. My masters call. So it is written, here, that only 20 18 25 7 7 22 1 14 shall rise after I have fallen. I bid him well.

Heed the call, young one.

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Seaside Musings
Tryggvan's Journal Entry

C’thuun C’thuun, I read the old rune. I hummed the right tune. The series of caves, cleansed with the blood of slaves. The knowledge unbound, and power I’ve found. Brightened by madness sublime, this time written in form of a rhyme.

The great ones were right. There is power here, in this cave. Abandoned by the deep ones when the sea receeded, it beckons to me. I feel it keenly. So much to translate. I need to take a breather. I am going to investigate the quality of the mead in westcrown.

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Education of Lord Ichabod Crane
University of Egorian

Bachelor of Law

Master of Law

Diploma of Investigations & Forensics

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Education of Dr. Grigori Strand
Diary of Dr. Grigori Strand

Diploma of General Alchemical Theory


Bachelor of Medicine


Doctor of Medicine

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Education of Dr. Herbert West
Notes of Dr. Herbert West

Bachelor of Alchemical Science


Doctor of Alchemical Science


Honorary Doctor of Medicine

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Reanimation Project Status Report
Notes of Dr. Herbert West

Cheliax Medical Association

Research and Development Department

Westcrown Chapter

Project Status Report

Report Date

Project Name

Prepared By

Starday, Rova 17, 4716

Humanoid Corpse Reanimation

Herbert West, M.D.

Status Summary

On Hold Until Further Notice

Project Overview

Task

% Done

Due Date

Driver

Notes

Preserve Vital Organs

100%

N/A

Alchemy

Complete Success

Preserve Muscle Tone

100%

N/A

Alchemy

Complete Success

Preserve Skeletal Integrity

100%

N/A

Alchemy

Complete Success

Reanimate Recently Deceased

75%

N/A

Alchemy

Can’t Get Corpse to Reanimate for Longer Than a Few Seconds

Budget Overview

 

Category

Spent

% of Total

On Track?

Notes

Preserve Vital Organs

250 gp

68%

Yes

Under Budget

Preserve Muscle Tone

500 gp

75%

Yes

Under Budget

Preserve Skeletal Integrity

500 gp

75%

Yes

Under Budget

Reanimate Recently Deceased

5000 gp

100%

No

Budget Exceeded

Risk and Issue History

Issue

Assigned To

Date

Preserve Vital Organs: Possible Contamination with Embalming Fluids, Possible Needle Stick Hazards

Grigori Strand, M.D.

Completed

Preserve Muscle Tone: Possible Contamination with Embalming Fluids, Possible Needle Stick Hazards

Henry Jekyll, M.D.

Completed

Preserve Skeletal Integrity: Possible Contamination with Embalming Fluids, Possible Needle Stick Hazards

Wilhelm Bornstein, M.D.

Completed

Reanimate Recently Deceased: Possible Contamination with Fluids Draining from Orifices, Possible Needle Stick Hazards, Possible Damage to Lower Back Due to Heavy Lifting

Herbert West, M.D.

Completed

Conclusions/Recommendations

To speak frankly, I can’t get the damned body to reanimate. I have tried everything I possibly can, and I just can’t do it. The other doctors and scientists think I am chasing a rabbit down a hole with this one. We have determined that the brain continues to be active for at least six minutes after all other vital functions cease. Why I can’t replicate the alchemical properties of cranial fluids is beyond my understanding at this point in time.

I will continue, however, as I will not be made a fool of. Especially the arrogance of Dr. Strand. If any of you reading this take his word for anything you are just as big of an idiot as he is. He plays around with toxins and venoms all day. What does he know?

I recommend a full overhaul of the alchemical properties. We need to re-determine the make-up of the cranial fluids, the spinal fluids, and the blood. All efforts to replicate the interactions of neurological activity have failed. With what we have at the current moment, we were able to make the corpse quiver and shake, and as others call that partial reanimation, I call it a failure. Unless the corpse is able to replicate activities it had once done while alive then it is not a reanimation.

Honestly, I need some time off. I have been in the laboratory for as long as I remember. I need to clear my head and think anew. I will take at least three days off from the filing of this report. I could use a drink, something I haven’t had for at least the past six months.

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