the-dunwich-horror

“Bigger’n a barn … all made o’ squirmin’ ropes … hull thing sort o’ shaped like a hen’s egg bigger’n anything, with dozens o’ legs like hogsheads that haff shut up when they step … nothin’ solid abaout it—all like jelly, an’ made o’ sep’rit wrigglin’ ropes pushed clost together … great bulgin’ eyes all over it … ten or twenty maouths or trunks a-stickin’ aout all along the sides, big as stovepipes, an’ all a-tossin’ an’ openin’ an’ shuttin’ … all grey, with kinder blue or purple rings … an’ Gawd in heaven—that haff face on top! …

The Miskatonic Herball.
This is a hand carved and inked proof of my most recent project. I’m thinking of turning it into an entire chapbook or something this year and would appreciate your feedback. Would you be interested in the ramblings of a disgraced Puritan Reverend who was sent to investigate the disappearance of one of his brethren as detailed in the opening of The Dunwich Horror?
It would take the shape of a Herbal, a guide to plants, animals, and folk wisdom, that was popular in the dawn of print. Could be a fun prop for gaming, too.
If you could let me know if this is a Good Idea via comments or reblogs or however this works, I’d really appreciate it (and might work you into the text if I go forward with the project).

YOG-SOTHOTH “Imagination called up the shocking form of fabulous Yog-Sothoth — only a congeries of iridescent globes, yet stupendous in its malign suggestiveness.”
H. P. Lovecraft, The Horror in the Museum

“Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.” H. P. Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror

“…great globes of light massing toward the opening, and not alone these, but the breaking apart of the nearest globes, and the protoplasmic flesh that flowed blackly outward to join together and form that eldritch, hideous horror from outer space, that spawn of the blankness of primal time, that tentacled amorphous monster which was the lurker at the threshold, whose mask was as a congeries of iridescent globes, the noxious Yog-Sothoth, who froths as primal slime in nuclear chaos beyond the nethermost  outposts of space and time!” H.P. Lovecraft & August Derleth, The Lurker At the Threshold
Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.
—  HP Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror

“Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread”.
—H. P. Lovecraft, “The Dunwich Horror”