Significant narrative spoilers for the Night of the Zealot Campaign (all three scenarios). Please only read after you have played it through at least once.
T’was the Night of the Zealot
| T’was the Night of the Zealot and all through my house |
| Some creatures were stirring, far worse than a mouse! |
| I`d gathered some friends to research with care, |
| local ghoul activity, of which few were aware. |
| . |
| As many of Arkham were snug in their beds, |
| And visions of yellow kings danced in their heads |
| We sat and we focussed without even a nap. |
| When the door to my study vanished with a snap!! |
| . |
| My home was invaded! It caused such a clatter! |
| We sprang to our feet to address the matter. |
| I pulled back my rug in despair like a flash |
| Finding a door to my hall beneath like a Cache!!! |
| . |
| Tumbling into to my hall, not beside but below, |
| to a barrier of heat, that we smashed with some snow. |
| When what to my wondering eyes should appear, |
| but a nightmarish ghoul priest with horns of Reindeer! [seriously check out the art] |
| . |
| Our saviour was named Lita, who lively and quick, |
| BURNED DOWN MY DEAR HOUSE! ghouls and all, to the brick! |
| “Theres a cult in our town” she began to exclaim, |
| She ranted, and shouted, and then called them by name. |
| . |
| Theres Turner! Theres Collins! Theres Warren and Drew! |
| Theres Cooper, and Hill! Pierce and Devereux! |
| “You must go fast to the town! Now go stop them all! |
| Now dash away! Dash away! Go stop The Cabal!” |
| . |
| So into town, like a hurricane, we did fly |
| And late into the night we searched low and searched high |
| And around all the houses like coursers we flew, |
| Slaying masked cultists, and persuading a few |
| . |
| When then, a slight twinkling, I heard on a roof, |
| A deer masked man had stalked us, lacking aloof |
| As I drew in my head, and was turning around, |
| Down from a tall chimney stack he leapt with a bound. |
| . |
| He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot, |
| His clothes were not tarnished with ashes or soot. |
| We tumbled and fumbled, evading his attack. |
| Until midnight when he left rejoining his pack. |
| . |
| They`d gone to the woods for a ritual? ... “How Merry!” |
| “No” exclaimed Lita. “Its about to get hairy!” |
| "In revenge for their lair I burned a night ago, |
| They’ll summon Umôrdhoth, The Devourer Below!" |
| . |
| We searched deep into the forest, beyond the old heath |
| Following glyphs to a cave wrapped in smoke like a wreath |
| While the dark chamber within lit by candles wasn’t smelly, |
| its walls shifted and warped like a bowl full of jelly |
| . |
| And stood blocking the door was the deer man himself |
| Other cultists stood smirking, like a jolly old elfs. |
| A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, |
| Soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread. |
| . |
| Too late was it now, the rite began its work. |
| And all filled with a terror, we turned with a jerk. |
| Warped shadows stretched high as Umôrdhoth rose |
| As its writhing blue tendrils engulfed the enclose |
| . |
| “’Tis Lita it wants!”. We threw her to the bristle |
| It consumed her whole then vanished with a whistle |
| Appeased, the deer man exclaimed, now just out of sight, |
| “Be that a lesson to all, and to all a good night!” |
| . |
Beautiful
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SolarJ
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