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BOOK COVERS
Dagar som dessa har man inte direkt mycket att göra, därav leker jag lite med boksomslag av mina egna bilder för att få tiden att gå framåt. Fiktiva titlar och fiktivt innehåll, sjukt underhållande under timmen jag skapade dessa tre under.
WINDS OF CHAOS
"..thy I am a messenger from the path of the old ones, with me I bring the end-times of world"
THE TOWER OF BABEL
Bäb-ilim, Gate of the god
"And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech. And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there. And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them thoroughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar. And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth. And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children built. And the Lord said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do; and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech. So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city. Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth."
THE FALLEN KINGDOMS OF THE ATLANTEAN SPIRES
"And lo, they worshipped the same god, Buddha, he had come to them when the apocalypse was approaching. Buddha said if they let go of their greed, their sacrifices and their riches, he would stop the apocalypse and still let them worship their own gods. Larien the god of Evil heard this, and decieved King Angsaar to deny Buddhas offer, promising eternal life to the royal bloodline. Buddha disappeared, and the world was drown in water. After a thousand years a wanderer discovered the hidden bloodline, he fell in love in a girl of royal blood, slowly the Atlantean people started to reproduce its civilazation again with their first baby since their apocalypse, the magic still strong in their veins."
MINAS MORGUL
"Under the Ringwraiths Minas Ithil was perverted into a horribly corrupt version of its former beauty. Its gate was described to be a cavernous mouth. The top-most course of the tower revolved slowly, showing a different leering head with each turn, and the marble walls of Morgul shone not with reflected moonlight, but with a pale, frightening light of its own which Tolkien described as "a corpse-light" that "illuminated nothing".
Where Minas Ithil was, in its day, likely a bustling, noisy city like Minas Tirith, Minas Morgul was as silent as the grave. The walls and tower of Minas Morgul had many windows, but they were all unlit and revealed nothing of the horrors within. The dark magic that permeated Morgul Vale was so great that it could drive men mad if they came too near the city. A white stone bridge ran across Morgul Vale to the city's gate on its northern wall, and at each end of the bridge were hideous statues of twisted men and animals. On either side of the Vale were fields of blighted flowers which gave off a rotten scent."
A BLACK MOON BROODS OVER LEMURIA
"Winter moonlight gleams through crooked boughs,
The icy caress of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Pyramid,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds,
Dark time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled Gate of the Black Moon..
And the Valley of the Silent Paths beckons...
The whisperer in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
There is witchcraft in the moon.."
The icy caress of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Pyramid,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds,
Dark time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled Gate of the Black Moon..
And the Valley of the Silent Paths beckons...
The whisperer in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
There is witchcraft in the moon.."
CHTULHU
"They were not composed altogether of flesh and blood. They had shape...but that shape was not made of matter. When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never really die. They all lay in stone houses in Their great city of R'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for Them."
