The Ember Lights

The House of the Old Ones Lady Garvel wandered through the mass of her followers, she wasn’t upset that the newcomers had fled she actually smiled non-believers meant more blood for the sacrifice and more strength to the Star Spawn. She approached the alter of her church “No fear my children, the power of the void shall grant us the thing we need to deal with these newcomers” she knelt down on the ground on the centre of the symbol and began chanting “Nog nyth'drnn ot r'luhhor!” Garvel held out her arms moving her hands in rotations as she continued to mutter the ancient words “Hup nog n'ghftnahh, uh'enythh ot n'ghftog, ph' ch'nglui'ahog nnn'drnogg ot syha'h uh'enythh ot Tindalos” she stopped chanting and everything fell silent, the congregation didn’t move they knew what was coming. In the corner of the room behind Garvel a swirling black mist began to form, black tendrils like dead roots began growing partially up the wall, the blind priest...