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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. VI)

travel blog
place: somewhere beyond the sea south (?)
day: 37
time: midnight.

The vision of the Archipelago of Silence

days and nights of continuous learning in recent weeks have been dear Antoine.

Howard has made strenuous efforts to ensure that it can "see." it is best to start collecting the fruits of his stubbornness. Yesterday for example, the ship docked near a coral archipelago strange, two henchmen Charon led us on a rickety boat to the beach, which incidentally is the most particular beach I've ever seen in my life - or my death. the sand was dull gray, towering palm trees stood in a brownish hue as I thought it could never exist. Silence reigned and only the sound of waves crashing against the beach I could hear, not a bird or a cricket, anything, everything sunk in utter silence.




we enter the two by a stone path and started late, the jungle was dense, and the light filtered in small portions, which gave the landscape a tone of terror and mystery, silence was deafening ferns were overwhelming to think that the islands were older than might be expected. all vegetation seemed the Cambrian or Paleozoic and I had caught a glimpse of lizard lying around.

Howard is a walking tough, quiet and with good pace, swung his machete opening way through the jungle, he seemed in a trance and for a moment doubted that was the same hermit of Providence that he left his room. but this otherness anything is possible. and would not surprise me nothing, or so I thought, before running into with what Howard was looking for so eagerly.

amid jungle, and only browser sharp eyes, stood a pyramid and the ruins of a city. the brightness of his eyes suddenly changed and quickened his pace, pointing to a particular point said:

"there must arrive before midnight. is this your final experience in the art of" seeing "the litmus test for what will come later, once we reach our destination. for now, that's At - Xitle, the cursed city of Tolmecas, is said to have disappeared from the earth for thousands of years along with its people and came to rest in this archipelago of silence for the men never heard the cries of horror spring from his heart every night.




"I was here before, and Carter also starting their dream adventures, could not remember the details but on this walk everything has been cleared again. Do you see the mound on the altar of sacrifice? Is there where the ancient inhabitants deposited daily blood homage to Nyarlatothep, who in one of its thousands of avatars appeared in the form of the famous feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl Mayan remombrarían as these in their mythology.'s no myth, it is real, we here, now all gone mad people are like zombies, feeding on a fetid mud flows from the bowels of the island and deposited there by the Great Pyramid, can you see? really sucks. "

Speed \u200b\u200bup, not that night came when I realized neither the phosphorescent green lights burned in the city, a vague rumor of drums began to break through the silence. I could see any inhabitant, nor did it intend to do, but now Howard Phillips increased alertness and almost without notice took my arm and we stray from the path to find a hidden entrance in the bushes.

"is a shortcut that leads directly to the altar of sacrifice "- he said." we must get there before the high priest and hide. you have to do is "see." and saying it removed the book from his knapsack and began to recite something unintelligible, then the circular stone door opened and we entered the passage. the smell was amazing, the atmosphere was crowded limo that terrible smell and some bas-reliefs showing along the gallery, the kind of ritual that Howard spoke to me.



the climb was difficult, the gallery is ever closer, but once we arrived, a small dome appeared and a circular window at the height of the head allowed to observe a complete picture of the city. I assumed it was not directly above us that the ritual of sacrifice would take place. Howard was reciting his mysterious cabals and at one point told me exactly placed in front of the window and remember what we had spoken in his cabin on seeing, breathing techniques and keep the mind calm, repeat the mantra that was to , as it should focus, all that came to me from the mouth of Howard and from beyond, as a string I repeat someone else inside my head.

vision was an decadent impressive circular saw from the window as slowly gathered thousands of zombies shining in the darkness of the damn jungle floor. the priest began to ascend the stairs of the pyramid and two burly henchmen was carrying a young girl (zombie course) that delivers attitude seemed ready to give your body as an offering. the crowd began to make sounds that could say they were pre-human, a mumullo that grew as they approached the altar. Howard then whispered back: "It is time now, look carefully in the distance"

did not like the to know, if I was the only one who had the unique panoramic, but hinted his voice an echo of fear when finish the sentence. and obeying his order call forth my view on the black horizon and suddenly a green light also began to approach, the zombies were in terrible crezzendo guttural and the priest was already beginning the ritual, the girl was tied to the table and with a dagger ritual the priest made the first cut, then a row of blood, or what seemed to be, began sprout from his chest. the liquid was the same color as the mud and the smell was just as stinky. the light grew and now took the form of feathered serpent or dragon was Quetzalcoatl, or Niayarlothotep traveling from the cosmic vortex to quench their thirst for blood.

figure of God was awesome, creepy, I came close to shouting, but I managed to restrain myself, for our good. I was "seeing" a primary to an ancient god. was the same Idiot chaos that had flying in front the altar ready to engulf the teenage victim. the climax of the zombies came to the end, it was deafening howl that emitted. Then God turned to the priest feathered in a language incomprehensible to me. Howard told me later that it was a language before Naualt and these zombies kept as ancient memory of his previous life on the plateau of Central America before coming to the archipelago cursed.




the priest did a dance macabre steps to finally raise their arms to Quetzacoalt and east, extending a claw took the girl and her chest was opened a horrible windy and absorbed all the liquid life of his victim's limp body fell through the zombies and they were ordered not to leave any trace in seconds. God turned around, gave a little more, the priest knelt down and figure Nayarlothothep headed back to his seat cosmic.

I froze. in one piece. unable to move, was Lovecraft who with a push me out of the trance, and beckoning me, urged me back down the passageway,




walked in silence, he brought with him a couple of objects found in the dome and his face reflected particular happiness I did not want to dilute with my questions, I would have time for that in the Boat of Charon. I do not know who would face, but if that should reflect a mix of panic, horror, surprise and consternation, on the one hand and trust and confidence in oneself, on the other. had full confidence that it would be the first witness to amazing things, even more than they had seen. I could not remember well my physical death and I do not care much, really. if that was the price to pay to experience this, the price was worth it. Now we were on the gray beach, hoping Leo Le Gray and Howard Phillips Lovecraft, who believed "the boat that would take us de regreso a nuestra morada flotante, para seguir en camino de la aventura.