Mythos Nightmare Creatures... and a Hobbit

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die." - HPL

The last post we teased a few tentacled beasties, namely an Aboleth and some Yog-Noths.  So I might as well reveal the rest of them. Step right up, folks! We got some Mythos creatures of different sizes and shapes. And for scale, we have a tiny Hobbit to stand bravely next to each type.

Take it away, Rod Serling!

Narrator: Meet Tuddle, a wholly unremarkable Hobbit, who had planned to live an unremarkable life in an unremarkable hole in a hill. But one night, as he was reading his book by the campfire, he drifted off to sleep. And not just any sleep. What you are about to see here is a Hobbit's journey through space and time, a journey not only of sight and sound, but of mind and mindflayers, a journey to another dimension of nightmare imaginations. That's a signpost up ahead, Tuddle - you've just crossed over... into the Mythos Zone! Dun-dun dun!

Tuddle: Oh sweet baby Valar! Is that Non-Euclidean geometry in the architecture behind me? Where am I? Dont you just hate it when bad things happen to good Hobbits?

A flock of Night Gaunts descend from out or nowhere.

Tuddle: *flips through the book* There's got to be something in this book to get me out of this pickle! (Book of Pickles, I get it. - editor) Some... magic words to speak? An incantation... um, sure why not?

The Night Gaunts wish they could make a sound - but they stand there silent and unmoving. They have no mouth and they must chitter!

Tuddle: Ah! How bout... Goblin King, Goblin King... wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!

And Tuddle is whisked away from the Night Gaunts, and thankfully not by the codpiece wearing Thin White Duke.

The Hobbit finds himself at the center of a gaggle of Gugs! A cacaphonous crescendo of roaring Gugs!

Tuddle:  What now?! Why so loud, beasties? Ugh! Gug saliva! Any dungeon's natural solvent. Ive been slimed. Oh could that be the magic words to get me away from here? Let's try it... Who you gonna call... Ghostbusters!

Narrator: Hey! We are going to have to pay Huey Lewis royalties for that!

Out of the pan into the Starspawn of Cthulhu fire!
Its a Star Spawn! A Baby Cthulhu! It might be cute be it does bite! Charlie bit me! That really hurt Charlie....
And beside it... thats no Deep One, oh no! Thats an Avatar of Dagon! Quick call Arnold, Grace Jones and Wilt Chamberlin! They know how to deal with this fish!

Tuddle: You're gonna be o-kay... say it with me. Say the words. *nothing happens* Maybe its this one...  Toby? Toby Wong. Toby Wong? Toby Wong. Toby Chung? Fucking Charlie Chan.

And before the watery Ryleh dwelling creatures can feast on Hobbit flesh, Tuddle is once again saved in the nick of time!

Things just keep getting worse! Its a Shoggoth and a Moon Beast! The Shoggoth sends ripples of madness and incalculable terror, while the Moon Beast sends telepathic commands of Enslave Mind.

Tuddle: Toto, Ive got a feeling were not in Kansas anymore. There's no place like home.

Its a Dark Young of Shub-Niggurath, the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!

Tuddle: Excuse me, Mr Dark Young, sir... would you be interested if I read you a book so you can go night-night? Ok? Lets see here... And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.

And finally, Tuddle came face to face with Nyarlathotep the Crawling Chaos. And Tuddle actually felt that his face might melt with utter fear. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare

Tuddle:  Private Snowball, you're fired. Private Joker you're promoted to squad leader. Disappear, scumbag! *to self* Remember, this was all just a bad dream, fat boy!

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So Tuddle returns to the land of the waking.  Surrounded by his fellow adventuring heroes, he feels safe again.

Dreams make good stories, but everything important happens when we’re awake. - D. Idaho

Except for the fact that Tuddle's dreams were indeed  real. And soon he and his heroic friends will discover that there is an abyss of agonizing cosmic horrors being summoned in their near future - stark, hideous and maddening. Right here on this blog, stay tuned to... the Mythos Zone!

Cheers,

Mar

P.S.

While taking these pics, I played  Chopin's Posthumous Opus 69 Nr 1 in the background on repeat. Yes, the Midi Soundblaster version from Alone in the Dark!  Which you can find on youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fh6uTSzhw6Y