

While untold other from the Agency’s basement evidence vaults when repositories of maddening secrets exist, anyone asks about it, agents merely smirk and say, few have brought as many lives and minds “The cork musta fallen off old Weigs’s homemade to such utter ruin as these. But the Azlanti Neris, The King in Yellow, and even today stories tell of tinny screams that howl the Xanthuun Tablets. When a the Book of the Damned, the Pnakotic detective of Thrushmoor’s Sleepless Agency found Manuscripts, the Book of Abstruse Weigs’s body in his home-turned-laboratory, no Geometries, Preklikin’s Book of Cults, one was surprised by the local lunatic’s suicide. Frequently cited in such tales devices-most notably a miraculous machine are tomes of terrible knowledge such as that gave voice to disembodied brains. For years he preached of their of learning things mortals weren’t meant ancient secrets, strange powers, and fantastic to know. PZO9046 Blasphemous Tomes Inexpert Imitation Cautionary tales are whispered throughout No one in Thrushmoor believed Aaron Weigs the academies of Ustalav, warning when he claimed he’d been kidnapped by beings scholars and students alike of the dangers from the stars. Laurel Cylphra’s discovery that the dead aren’t the only dangers in Ardis in a new entry into the Pathfinder’s Journal, by F.Lovecraft and the tales of the Cthulhu Mythos, by James Jacobs and Greg A. A giant bestiary filled with eight classic monsters inspired by the writing of H.Blasphemous secrets of the foul faiths known collectively as the Old Cults and sanity-shattering gods such as Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, and Cthulhu, by James Jacobs.


An ugly town, unfriendly to strangers and squatting amid the nastiest stretch of swamp in Ustalav, Illmarsh seems to breed rumor and madness, and those who speak of it always whisper of strange disappearances, misshapen shadows, and sacrifices to things terrible and forgotten. 46 Pathfinder ® TM CARRION CROWN: Wake of the Watcher The Stars Are Wrong N o one goes to Illmarsh.
