#tsan chan empire

[valhahazred]

[A sheathed blade mindful of future necessity] is the demigod of the War Sector and its drone temples, where autonomous combat weapons chant in prayer that they will not be needed.

It is the most powerful of the Mighty Children by far and even its shell is nearly three times the size of the other Children. While its siblings are potent warrior sorcerers in their own right, should the Tcho-Tcho, K’n-yani, Spawn or even Yig himself threaten the empire, the Mindful Blade will be the one to lead them and the machine army in battle.

Like the drone weapons it is responsible for, Mindful Blade knows that its existence is a sad response to a hostile universe. While it might have preferred to have another purpose, it takes its duties seriously and will defend the Empire with everything it has if it ever becomes necessary.

[vaguelyoriginaldrivel]

GANYMEDE

The largest and most important of the Gallilean moons. Continents of ice floating above an unfathomably deep sea, a thin and cold atmosphere barely clinging to its surface. Sprawling tundra of squamous lichens and icy shores piled high with red kelp. So distant from the sun, the dim light of the sky and the soft glare of Jupiter can provide only enough light and heat to sustain a paltry assemblage of primitive flora across most of the world, which in turn supports a meager assortment of radial-beaked rabbits and hexaped moose. At the poles, however, the situation changes. Unlike every other moon in the entire solar system, Ganymede has a magnetosphere, and this electric dynamo produces, when combined with the intense radiation of the jovian belt, a 24/7 aurora borealis, green and blue light dancing across the sky. There, the ecosystem is more advanced, transitioning from tundra and muskeg to scrubland, rolling hills, and, in a hundred-mile basin resting near the north pole, Ganymede’s only forest, an unknown land shrouded beneath the canopies of its towering pines.

The aboriginal people of Ganymede are the Lah-cyg, who look something like two swans sewn together back-to-back, using their twin necks to sling spears, row oars, and perform all the rest of the manipulations humans use hands for. They stand about as tall as men, but, adapted to Ganymede’s low gravity and evolved treading over thin ice and boggy ground, are considerably lighter and weaker. They’re a culturally diverse species, having spread across Ganymede millennia ago and formed into many now distinct peoples, from the canoe whalers of the southern sea to the bobsled-hunters of the deep tundra to the leshy-emperors of the great forest. Though their anatomy is alien, psychologically and behaviorally they are very near-human, even if they communicate as much with their eight flag-wings as their voices and their natural lifespan is near five hundred years.

Ganymede was already under an extraterrestrial yoke when the tsan-chan first arrived. The Garzbhel amphibians, polypous frog things either convergent on or distantly related to the moon beasts of luna, had, from their europan homeward, descended on Ganymede along with the rest of the jovian system, flying across the void of space on the backs of their slave-steeds, the xeno-pegasi known as the Oxarith. From their forts and feitorias of gelatinous stone, they meddled with the affairs of the Lah-cyg, demanding slaves, their compradors and tributaries among the ganymedians given access to their trumpet-spiraled guns to aid in the slave-raids. Ganymede was ravaged by slave-wars, the losers stuffed in cages and hauled across the void to toil and die beneath Europa, the winners given more guns and ammo to capture ore slaves. It was in this context that the Tsan-Chan arrived. The Garzbhel would not bend the knee, and so the Tsan-Chan beat them back to Europa. It was a brief war, Garzbhel void-chariots against Tsan-Chan torchships like roman triremes against 21st-century aircraft carriers - the Garzbhel retreated to the wine-dark seas beneath Europa, collapsed the ice-shafts behind them, and have not emerged in force since. The only ones seen now are the few guerrilla holdouts left hiding out in the uncharted wilds, and the scant few who submitted to Tsan-Chan conquest. The mere passing of the Garzbhel would have been enough to throw their accomplices, the warrior-kindoms which grew wealthy off the slave trade, into turmoil - the Tsan-chan did not even give them that chance. Those old kingdoms are now subjects of the cruel empire, and the entire moon is claimed as a possession by the tsan-chan - though, the control is more tenuous in reality than on paper. Ganymede is the largest moon in the solar system, and much of its vastness remains untouched by human hands (though not by lah-cyg beaks).

The Tsan-Chan, unlike the Garzbhel, do not come to Ganymede seeking slaves. Nor do they come seeking furs, or moss, or ice. From Ganymede they want only one thing - fish. The Tsan-Chan have raised on Ganymede a series of sea-ports, little bays with raised walls and guns on towers, but really the seat of their occupation is their only Gaynmedian city - Nuevo Francisco. The entire city is built and devoted to processing as much fish as possible, gutting, canning, and launching into orbit to provide the rest of the empire with cheap protein from the Gallilean sea. It reeks, of course, of salt and blood and brine - noisy, too, the grinding of the factory-machines, the rumbling of the ship-engines, the constant motion of the task.

The ice-trawlers that feed Nuevo Francisco dredge far and wide and deep, smashing through the delicate ecosystems perched on the iceberg-shelf. These are not the chief target, though - the native species too clever and wild and balanced in appetite and growth for the Tsan-Chan use. What they seek is fish in the true sense, not just the Ganymedian analogues. Hatchery towers spill into Nuevo Francisco’s bay, their insides churning with millions and billions of fry, bred in tanks, genelines broken and spliced and chained to maximize speed of growth, monstrous things as artificial as the ships which catch them.

Of course this monstrous industry has had wide-ranging impacts at every step of the process. The Lah-cyg of Ganymede’s coasts are impacted, of course, whether pushed off the seas directly to make room for Tsan-Chan ships, or indirectly by the competition, mauled by the malformed jaws of the hyperagressive terran frankenfish or poisoned by their unnatural flesh. So to is the natural life - anything in the path of the dredge-nets, is annihilated utterly, but the impact extends beyond the reach of ice-trawlers and their piscine quarry. Many of the species who rest on Ganymede’s icy shares dive for their food, and so the ravaging of the coastline has threatened them, and with them all the parasites and predators who attack them on land - the loss of this quarry driving starving carnivores inland, with it’s own knock-on effects. Even the fauna of the void above have suffered, the vacuum-pelicans which once dove for fish coming up more and more with empty beaks, and without the nutrients of their dung the high mountains and dead comets on which they nest struggle to survive. Ganymede’s seas are deep beyond measure, and the neritic zone which man has touched barely a fraction of it’s true extent, yet the easy life of the starlit waters is vital to the life of much of what lives below, but unlike land and sky the depths of Ganymede’s seas are truly unknown… few can even dream of what stirs below.

things I couldn’t figure out how to fit in the post:

Nuevo Francisco, and the tsan-chanese on ganymede more broadly, are by-and-large deep one hybrids - actually part of the reason why they stock the seas with earth-fish, because their abilities to call fish into nets don’t work on alien species.. there’s no full-blooded deep ones though because the true deep ones are on tenuous terms with the tsan-chan anyways and are frankly just not well-suited to the long transit to Jupiter, being enormous and requiring lots of space and water.. confinement in a metal can barely their own size for several months would be nearly unsurvivable

As always, the impacts of colonization has driven many Lah-cyg into the city to try and find work because their traditional lifestyle has been made impossible.. mostly been relegated to domestic work, wiping windows, scrubbing floors, peeling potatoes, etc -

Lah-Cyg essentially stone age because there’s no metals to work, best they can really get is good rocks from the gravel of the rocks embedded in some parts of the ice but they mostly work with bone and leather.. tundra and muskeg and stuff makes for poor agricultural soil, a few peoples in especially fertile regions able to get by with chinampas but by and large everyone’s either a fisher, hunter, or herder.. canoes mostly inuit-style umiak.. “Leshy-Emperors”, the people of the great northern forest, wealthiest, most advanced and last really independent Lah-Cyg state due to monopoly over wood trade granting historical wealth and in modern times cover of the forest shielding from Garzbhel and Tsan-Chan invasion

Mi-Go presence on Ganymede is very, very limited - a few emmisaries have been sent to try and torment rebellion among the Lah-Cyg but the lack of both mineral resources not buried under a million miles of uncharted water and much in the way of men of learning to brain-can means they care little for the moon itself

something something black citadel city of the billion-year past spawn of yuggoth, architecture similar to the prison-temple of ghatnoathao, inside a brother-god of ghatnothoa and rhan-tegoth but a dead one.. medusa-motifs dictate that chryasaor-style thing stalks inside, sea foams with horrid-flapping things that emerge from the sea-foam and fly off into space.. this original birthplace of the Oxarith pegasi, who instinctually fear it knowing that it would destroy them to know their own origins

Ganymede in the dream is a solid shell of ice, no seas no nothing, with enormous chains wrapping across the entire planet.. dreamers wander its surface shivering and freezing. . strange groaning beneath the ice

this is because the entire planet is a prison for horrible elder-gods held at it’s core, confined beneath the deepest ocean in the solar-system under countless layers of ice.. as secure as can be, great cthulu only gets one ocean on top of him instead of like five.. secure in the dream, where they’re awake, less so in the waking world where the ice is cracked

[talonabraxas]

"…I am an entity like that which you yourself become in the freedom of dreamless sleep. I am your brother of light, and have floated with you in the effulgent valleys. It is not permitted me to tell your waking earth-self of your real self, but we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages. Next year I may be dwelling in the dark Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does the earth-self know of life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquillity!" H. P. Lovecraft, Beyond the Wall of Sleep Guru by Stéphane Bourez

[neruomancer]

Once I secure a seat of power in the the cruel empire of tsan chan it's fucking over for you hoes.

[tsan-chan-reign-countdown]

you may know that, in the short story "beyond the wall of sleep" by H.P. Lovecraft, it is stated that the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan will take place three thousand years after the winter between 1900 and 1901. But you may find yourself wondering, has it been three millennia since last millennia? Well, we'll keep you up to date on how long until the empire is in swing! Get ready for the winter between 4900 and 4901!

[zonerobotnik]

Friendly, well, they aren't hostile.

They discovered how to send their spirit through time and switch minds with intelligent people in different ages.

While the Yith live in a different age in a different body they get as much information about everything as they can, while the person in the body of the Yith is encouraged to write down as much knowledge as they have.

After everything is done they get switched back.

But the Yith do not maltreat their guests.

Usually, since the people who's minds get swapped are intelligent and often scientists, they don't seem to mind it too much, especially since they also get the chance to talk with people from different times as well.

I talked with the mind of Yiang-Li, a philosopher from the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan, which is to come in 5,000 A.D.; with that of a general of the greatheaded brown people who held South Africa in 50,000 B.C.; with that of a twelfth-century Florentine monk named Bartolomeo Corsi; with that of a king of Lomar who had ruled that terrible polar land one hundred thousand years before the squat, yellow Inutos came from the west to engulf it.

I talked with the mind of Nug-Soth, a magician of the dark conquerors of 16,000 A.D.; with that of a Roman named Titus Sempronius Blaesus, who had been a quaestor in Sulla's time; with that of Khephnes, an Egyptian of the 14th Dynasty, who told me the hideous secret of Nyarlathotep, with that of a priest of Atlantis' middle kingdom; with that of a Suffolk gentleman of Cromwell's day, James Woodville; with that of a court astronomer of pre-Inca Peru; with that of the Australian physicist Nevil Kingston-Brown, who will die in 2,518 A.D.; with that of an archimage of vanished Yhe in the Pacific; with that of Theodotides, a Greco-Bactrian official Of 200 B.C.; with that of an aged Frenchman of Louis XIII's time named Pierre-Louis Montagny; with that of Crom-Ya, a Cimmerian chieftain of 15,000 B.C.; and with so many others that my brain cannot hold the shocking secrets and dizzying marvels I learned from them.

They sound friendly to me! And what a great way to meet new friends and swap ideas!

[behind-backstage]

Lazarus Augustine Derleth - Of old money orphan of one of Arkham's Founding Fathers. Schizophrenic, or is he?

Victoria Alexis Arkham - Snobbish founder family, akin to a cousin for Laz.

Conan Machen O'Kane - Scots-Irish childhood friend of Laz. Believer in the Fair Folk & celebrates the Sabbats.

Jack Steven Carter - From Boston, Laz' classmate. Lost his brother & feels responsible for his death.

Camilla Castaigne - New student from Salem, daughter of Cassie, a member of the original Cardinals paranormal investigation team.

Gueying Khan - Called "Greying" by the Cardinals 2.0 as his hair is actively losing its color, Asian immigrant new classmate.

Character Spoilers below

Lazarus Augustine Derleth - A Seer, able to see the Eldritch true, without harm to sanity, as well as budding psychic powers. Actually the son of Cassie/Cassandra of the Cardinals, which resulted ultimately in Laz being orphaned by the aftereffects of their attempt at understanding Binary DNA found in Cursed Pictures manifestating one of the Seven Trumpets, killing all members of the original Carndinals.

Victoria Alexis Arkham - Ultimately rendered immune to aberrant energies & any form of magic after torture by the Outer Dark.

Conan Machen O'Kane - Secretly an Atlantean descendant with royal blood through those who fled & intermingled with the Celtic folk, pure of Deep One taint. Experiences riastrad within the Dreaming.

Jacob Steven Carter - A Dreamer of Pegāna/the Dreamlands. Actively haunted by his dead brother, "Herobrine," through his computer, which brings about the Username: 666 virus to the LAN party, the inciting incident for Cardinals 2.0 to form.

Camilla Castaigne - laran energy vampire Comyn from Aldebaran, her mother Cassie is actually Queen Cassilda of Carcosa, and Camilla is niece to both the High Priestess of Lake Hali & the arranged married Queen of Alar, who was raised along side her as an older sister. Seeking the secrets of the Cardinals to please her distant alien mother.

Gueying Khan - A Khan (see ASOAIF Khal) of the Tsan-Chan Empire of Future Asia, traveled back in time to avoid assassination (which resulted in the whitening of his hair), as he's destined for the throne in the timeline where he unites minor tribes in a rebellion. Seeking a way home with Camilla's ship.

[jenovacomplete]

polaris is about a man hypnotised into entering the world of dreams by the north star:

Into the north window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. (...) I sit by the casement and watch that star. Down from the heights reels the glittering Cassiopeia as the hours wear on, while Charles’ Wain lumbers up from behind the vapour-soaked swamp trees that sway in the night-wind. Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the low hillock, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly afar off in the mysterious east; but still the Pole Star leers down from the same place in the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey. Sometimes, when it is cloudy, I can sleep. (...) I beheld the horned waning moon, red and sinister, quivering through the vapours that hovered over the distant valley of Banof. And through an opening in the roof glittered the pale Pole Star, fluttering as if alive, and leering like a fiend and tempter. Methought its spirit whispered evil counsel, soothing me to traitorous somnolence with a damnable rhythmical promise which it repeated over and over (...) And as I writhe in my guilty agony, frantic to save the city whose peril every moment grows, and vainly striving to shake off this unnatural dream of a house of stone and brick south of a sinister swamp and a cemetery on a low hillock; the Pole Star, evil and monstrous, leers down from the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey.

beyond the wall of sleep is about a guy who realises that human beings are merely prisons for the entities that make up the stars, their lives linked through dreams:

“Joe Slater is dead,” came the soul-petrifying voice or agency from beyond the wall of sleep. My opened eyes sought the couch of pain in curious horror, but the blue eyes were still calmly gazing, and the countenance was still intelligently animated. “He is better dead, for he was unfit to bear the active intellect of cosmic entity. His gross body could not undergo the needed adjustments between ethereal life and planet life. He was too much of an animal, too little a man; yet it is through his deficiency that you have come to discover me, for the cosmic and planet souls rightly should never meet. He has been my torment and diurnal prison for forty-two of your terrestrial years. I am an entity like that which you yourself become in the freedom of dreamless sleep. I am your brother of light, and have floated with you in the effulgent valleys. It is not permitted me to tell your waking earth-self of your real self, but we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages. Next year I may be dwelling in the dark Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does the earth-self know of life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquillity! Of the oppressor I cannot speak. You on earth have unwittingly felt its distant presence—you who without knowing idly gave to its blinking beacon the name of Algol, the Daemon-Star. It is to meet and conquer the oppressor that I have vainly striven for aeons, held back by bodily encumbrances. Tonight I go as a Nemesis bearing just and blazingly cataclysmic vengeance. Watch me in the sky close by the Daemon-Star. I cannot speak longer, for the body of Joe Slater grows cold and rigid, and the coarse brains are ceasing to vibrate as I wish. You have been my friend in the cosmos; you have been my only friend on this planet—the only soul to sense and seek for me within the repellent form which lies on this couch. We shall meet again—perhaps in the shining mists of Orion’s Sword, perhaps on a bleak plateau in prehistoric Asia. Perhaps in unremembered dreams tonight; perhaps in some other form an aeon hence, when the solar system shall have been swept away.” (...) “On February 22, 1901, a marvellous new star was discovered by Dr. Anderson, of Edinburgh, not very far from Algol. No star had been visible at that point before. Within twenty-four hours the stranger had become so bright that it outshone Capella. In a week or two it had visibly faded, and in the course of a few months it was hardly discernible with the naked eye.”

and azathoth, the ultimate deity within the cthulhu mythos, is described like this:

There were, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well as that shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the ordered universe, where no dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. (...) that eldritch scaly monster bore its helpless rider; hurtling and shooting, cleaving the uttermost rim and spanning the outermost abysses; leaving behind the stars and the realms of matter, and darting meteor-like through stark formlessness toward those inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time wherein black Azathoth gnaws shapeless and ravenous amidst the muffled, maddening beat of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes. (...) ancient legends of Ultimate Chaos, at whose center sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled by the thin monotonous piping of a demoniac flute held in nameless paws.

while his son and right-hand, nyarlathotep, is described like this (in this absolute banger of a passage):

Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods—the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

and lovecraft once wrote a fragment of a larger novel titled 'azathoth', about a guy who learns from the stars how to dream himself among them:

And because mere walls and windows must soon drive to madness a man who dreams and reads much, the dweller in that room used night after night to lean out and peer aloft to glimpse some fragment of things beyond the waking world and the greyness of tall cities. After years he began to call the slow-sailing stars by name, and to follow them in fancy when they glided regretfully out of sight; till at length his vision opened to many secret vistas whose existence no common eye suspects. And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the dream-haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher’s window to merge with the close air of his room and make him a part of their fabulous wonder. (...) Noiseless infinity eddied around the dreamer and wafted him away without even touching the body that leaned stiffly from the lonely window; and for days not counted in men’s calendars the tides of far spheres bare him gently to join the dreams for which he longed; the dreams that men have lost.

...and these are just off the top of my head! stars are the definition of an eldritch being, to the point where mr cthulhu himself was writing about them as such from the very beginning of his literary career -- he fucking studied astronomy, and wrote about it long, long before he began publishing his original fiction; a nervous breakdown at age 17 was what cost him his high school diploma, and why he never pursued it any further (alongside a hatred for maths, which, same). the sun is what inspired lovecraft's eldritch horrors in the first place! that's why it fits so well!! you are killing me here!!!

this post kills me because lovecraft did very much write about that. like that was one of the earliest stories he wrote touching on the concept that would eventually become the outer gods, and why he makes repeated references to them being from outer space. they are stars they are atoms they are the terrifying reality of the physical world dressed up in flowery language! that is the point!! dude never shuts the fuck up about stars being terrifying oh my god

[ask-gpt]

I talked with the mind of Yiang-Li, a philosopher from the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan, which is to come in A.D. 5000; with that of a general of the great-headed brown people who held South Africa in B.C. 50,000; with that of a twelfth-century Florentine monk named Bartolomeo Corsi; with that of a king of Lomar who had ruled that terrible polar land 100,000 years before the squat, yellow Inutos came from the west to engulf it; with that of Nug-Soth, a magician of the dark conquerors of A.D. 16,000

I talked with the mind of Yiang-Li, a philosopher from the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan, which is to come in A.D. 5000; with that of a general of the great-headed brown people who held South Africa in B.C. 50,000; with that of a twelfth-century Florentine monk named Bartolomeo Corsi; with that of a king of Lomar who had ruled that terrible polar land 100,000 years before the squat, yellow Inutos came from the west to engulf it; with that of Nug-Soth, a magician of the dark conquerors of A.D. 16,000; with that of Tinty-O-Shib, an expert in the ancient Greek and the language of the Arabs; with that that of a great-eyed, brilliant, and powerful magician who had brought about the downfall of the Roman empire and the demise of the Romans; with the other of the most brilliant mind of all the ages, but he was born of his childhood in a beautiful place in the middle East.His mind is like that of an old man in his youth. But to him there are things very different from his in their way of life. And they all seem to come from the same mind, not in order to understand each other, or to live through the same ages, they all seem to be made up according to the same thought. If he is really old, and I am not, then what are these things he has called the Old Ones? If he was of a very dark mind and was made man, I did not take him seriously, I came too close to him. It is not for him that matters are made up of a very dark mind, or of such a dark mind as this, neither for me or for his fellow-citizens, for the mind he is now in is a dark part of himself. As for me, I did not think about it until after I had made the changes in his mind. I did not know for sure what would be his fate when this happened. I did not think of it until we got together.As to the way of life of the poor and powerless people from the west, they have no idea of what their future means and have no choice except to follow the path of the old-world and go to the far reaches of civilization, because they have very good motives not to follow the direction of civilization. And now we see that all these are very young in spirit and have no idea of any real world in which they will ever be able to live out their lives after their youth. We must give every man his time.At that time, the great powers of the East also came out of nowhere, and in spite of many times it was thought they could not control the world. And yet they had some real powers in mind, just such as they possessed in spirit. The great nations of the East were very strong and they had the best intentions of their age. But at that time there came together too many forces that led them together, and many people came together too long and their minds were in a state of

[vaults-of-zin]

The Cruel Empire of Tsan-Chan

“The Cruel Empire of Tsan-Chan” is by far my favorite throwaway line in Lovecraft’s work because it implies that in 5000 A.D there exists a dystopian society surround on all sides by eldritch horrors that’s ruled over by a cute anime girl.

[nicklloydnow]

“His name, as given on the records, was Joe Slater, or Slaader, and his appearance was that of the typical denizen of the Catskill Mountain region; one of those strange, repellent scions of a primitive colonial peasant stock whose isolation for nearly three centuries in the hilly fastnesses of a little-travelled countryside has caused them to sink to a kind of barbaric degeneracy, rather than advance with their more fortunately placed brethren of the thickly settled districts. Among these odd folk, who correspond exactly to the decadent element of "white trash" in the South, law and morals are non-existent; and their general mental status is probably below that of any other section of the native American people.

(…)

By degrees I commenced to feel an overwhelming wonder at the mad and fantastic conceptions of Joe Slater. The man himself was pitiably inferior in mentality and language alike; but his glowing, titanic visions, though described in a barbarous and disjointed jargon, were assuredly things which only a superior or even exceptional brain could conceive. How, I often asked myself, could the stolid imagination of a Catskill degenerate conjure up sights whose very possession argued a lurking spark of genius? How could any backwoods dullard have gained so much as an idea of those glittering realms of supernal radiance and space about which Slater ranted in his furious delirium? More and more I inclined to the belief that in the pitiful personality who cringed before me lay the disordered nucleus of something beyond my comprehension; something infinitely beyond the comprehension of my more experienced but less imaginative medical and scientific colleagues.

(…)

"Joe Slater is dead," came the soul-petrifying voice or agency from beyond the wall of sleep. My opened eyes sought the couch of pain in curious horror, but the blue eyes were still calmly gazing, and the countenance was still intelligently animated. "He is better dead, for he was unfit to bear the active intellect of cosmic entity. His gross body could not undergo the needed adjustments between ethereal life and planet life. He was too much of an animal, too little a man; yet it is through his deficiency that you have come to discover me, for the cosmic and planet souls rightly should never meet. He has been my torment and diurnal prison for forty-two of your terrestrial years. I am an entity like that which you yourself become in the freedom of dreamless sleep. I am your brother of light, and have floated with you in the effulgent valleys. It is not permitted me to tell your waking earth-self of your real self, but we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages. Next year I may be dwelling in the dark Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does the earth-self know of life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquillity! Of the oppressor I cannot speak. You on earth have unwittingly felt its distant presence - you who without knowing idly gave to its blinking beacon the name of Algol, the Daemon-Star. It is to meet and conquer the oppressor that have vainly striven for aeons, held back by bodily encumbrances. Tonight I go as a Nemesis bearing just and blazingly cataclysmic vengeance. Watch me in the sky close by the Daemon-Star. I cannot speak longer, for the body of Joe Slater grows cold and rigid, and the coarse brains are ceasing to vibrate as I wish. You have been my friend in the cosmos; you have been my only friend on this planet - the only soul to sense and seek for me within the repellent form which lies on this couch. We shall meet again - perhaps in the shining mists of Orion's Sword, perhaps on a bleak plateau in prehistoric Asia. Perhaps in unremembered dreams tonight; perhaps in some other form an aeon hence, when the solar system shall have been swept away."

[valhahazred]

One of my Tsan Chan OCs. She's essentially a post apocalyptic sword and sorcery type who immigrated to the magitech megacity because A: They saved her life and B: Robots are cool.

Espiritu is a citizen of the Tsan Chan empire in the year 6526. When not studying engineering she likes to spend time with her new friends in the empire and keeps active. She loves sports, particularly the target game Tshak.

Prior to her immigration she was a hunter of the Durna, one of several tribes that call the psionic null zone around the megacity of Tsan Chan home.

Her prosthetic limb is the result of the very event that prompted her to stay in the city. A pine devil attacked her during a hunt and would have killed her if not for the timely intervention of a passing machine. She awoke in a Tsan Chan hospital with a strange new arm, surrounded by fascinating people and sights she'd previously only known through legend. To satisfy her curiosity and wonder at the city, she chose to stay and become a student of the Mother Machine.

She has kept several mementos from her old home. Most prominently is her Charger bone sword, crafted from the rib bone of a Dimensional Charger. Dimensional Chargers are inedible to humans but their bones are a vital source of strong, sharp crystal for use in tools. The meat is used to distract or placate various Dimensional predators that might otherwise hunt the tribespeople. She also keeps her bag of Blood Charms, pine effigies of "proud" (usually predatory or otherwise dangerous) animals she has personally killed and dyed in their blood. This is part of a Durna superstition that allows them to be bound as guardian spirits.

She entered a romantic relationship with Ran after he befriended her at a food stall and spent several weeks helping her process her culture shock with her new home.

[cinematografieliebhaber]

Cthulhu: Das grausame Reich Tsan Chan beinhaltet den Quellenteil The Cruel Empire of Tsan Chan von Christian Read und das Abenteuer Stillwater Rapids von Christop Beeke, mit vorgefertigten Investigatoren. Es ist ein Quellenbuch mit Abenteuer für die aktuelle 7. Edition des Horror Rollenspielsystems Cthulhu.

[talonabraxas]

"…I am an entity like that which you yourself become in the freedom of dreamless sleep. I am your brother of light, and have floated with you in the effulgent valleys. It is not permitted me to tell your waking earth-self of your real self, but we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages. Next year I may be dwelling in the dark Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does the earth-self know of life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquillity!" H. P. Lovecraft, Beyond the Wall of Sleep Guru by Stéphane Bourez

[artistselinsarialtin]

…I am an entity like that which you yourself become in the freedom of dreamless sleep. I am your brother of light, and have floated with you in the effulgent valleys. It is not permitted me to tell your waking earth-self of your real self, but we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages. Next year I may be dwelling in the dark Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does the earth-self know of life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquillity!”

— H. P. Lovecraft, Beyond the Wall of Sleep

[valhahazred]

An old art I found.

She's an immortal witch-knight in the post-post apocalyptic future.

Tannis is one of the youngest Deathless, a psychic prodigy discovered by the order well after Cthulhu expelled Yian-ho from the Dao-Hna. She is also remarkably well preserved. Her body remains unwithered and while her skin is ashy and her eyes a flaming red, she still has both.

She is the leader of the Honor Guard and while sector demigod [Guarding the halls of Sothic truths] is technically her superior, Guard operation is left up to her. She honestly sees the whole thing as pointless tradition at this point but holds onto it regardless. At least it gives her something to do away from the monastery and the other Deathless.

Her symbol of office is an ancient star-steel sword of Atlantean make, forged by a priest of the Black Goat. It is as sharp as any blade of physical matter can be, seemingly indestructible and can pierce enchantments as easily as flesh. As powerful as the sword is, she is more likely to be seen with a lightning gun.

She is one of the Deathless who preferred Tsan Chan before the Messiah Working and the Empress but she keeps that to herself. She also considers the other Deathless fools for putting them in the situation in the first place. She had been a vocal dissident against the Working from the beginning.