The reviled monsters of myth and legend make an appearance on Grim Saga--adding darkness to an already dark and terrible world. Embarking upon a quest starring one of our Supernatural races is not only a responsibility, but a novelty; monster races come in limited slots per species to ensure that the world remains the dominion of Man.
But for how long can they keep their borders safe . . ?
“Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold.” – H.P Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror.
“In my time, I’ve sailed many seas as such I can tell you this for free, boy. You don’t listen to their songs, you don’t follow them into the depths. What lives deep below… those deep ones… they are dangerous. If you don’t heed my warnings and you follow them, their songs… they will take you.” -- Tassos the Red, Argossean Pirate Captain.
"Truly, there is nothing so hideous as the monsters, so contrary to nature, known as Giant-Kin for they are the offspring of foul lust and sin. They are rogues without virtue, conscience or scruple, true diabolic creations, fit only for killing. There is no place amidst honest men for such as they." - Hector, Guardian of Mitra.
"These figures were seldom completely human, but often approached humanity in varying degree. Most of the bodies, while roughly bipedal, had a forward slumping, and a vaguely canine cast. The texture of the majority was a kind of unpleasant rubberiness."
- H.P. Lovecraft, Pickman's Model
"By its very nature, theology tends - and under certain conditions, must always tend - to become demonology."
– Thomas Mann, Doctor Faustus
“Thus, I saw His. Those of the canine spawnage, the stoic faced, jackal headed impossible ones. They stood beside Him at the top of the hill beside the Great River. Various states of decay dotted their faces and bodies, from one who was not yet fully aged, to one who had golden, stale flesh fluttering from his bones like the Ox flesh that swayed in the wind over the group. I fell onto my knees and knew what they were, the Golden Eyed Hounds, those of Stillness. The Inpu.”
- An Excerpt from the Sights of Styx.
“Evil seldom takes shape immediately. It is often little more than a whisper at first. A glance. A betrayal. But then it grows and takes root, still invisible, unnoticed. That is what the humans were, until they became a plague upon our land, they have taken root, we must not allow their growth."
"Of the Shining Trapezohedron he speaks often, calling it a window on all time and space, and tracing its history from the days it was fashioned on dark Yuggoth, before ever the Old Ones brought it to earth. It was treasured and placed in its curious box by the crinoid things of Antarctica, salvaged from their ruins by the serpent-men of Valusia, and peered at aeons later in Lemuria by the first human beings."
- The Haunter of the Dark, by H. P. Lovecraft
“Everyone knows the phenomenon of trying to hold your breath underwater -- how at first it's alright and you can handle it, and then as it gets closer and closer to the time when you must breathe, how urgent the need becomes, the lust and the hunger to breathe. And then the panic sets in when you begin to think that you won't be able to breathe -- and finally, when you take in air and the anxiety subsides ... that's what it's like to be a vampire and need blood.”
"If being a werewolf is really a curse, you've got to treat it honourably. If werewolves are going to carry on, there has to be an incredibly powerful force. There is the business of the craving, the hunger for the kill. It has to be deeply pleasurable and more than an appetite for meat. There has to be a sensual dimension to it."
- Tamrilen, Scholar on Lycanthropy
“Pah! Naught but a legend! A myth, a story we tell our children, so they do not wander the forests at night. Do not fool yourself to believe these Grim Sagas. Only naughty children go in the pot.”
- Baba Gretel
“At the age of fifty, a fox can change into a woman. At the age of a hundred, it can change into a beautiful girl or a wizard or a man who seduces women; it can know about happenings a thousand li distant; it can bewitch people, leading them astray and causing them to lose their wits. At the age of a thousand, it can communicate with heaven and become a celestial fox.”
- Kuo Po, AD 324
“You are alone, child. There is only darkness for you, and only death for your people. These ancients are just the beginning. I will command a great and terrible army, and we will sail to a billion worlds. We will sail until every light has been extinguished. You are strong, child, but I am beyond strength. I am the end, and I have come for you”
- The Lich
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Klael, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
"The emaciated spirit preys upon minds in sleep. It finds the savage hunger within its host. It incubates in that red space. The craving curse. The greed virus. Transmitted down the generations. Every morning, the victim wakes up hungrier, more covetous. Those they hate, they want to devour out of spite. Those they love, they want to devour out of lust— to become a locket containing a gory cameo. The first mouthful of fellow flesh transforms the soul-sick wretch forever. More sickness than species, their accursed metabolism is a torture: however much they consume, they can never be sated. The black hole can only widen. It is a cycle of feast, famine, and fury. The cycle stretches the beast's unnaturally long lifespan..."
- The Buzzing, The Secret World
"This Creature stands like a man, yet is half again the height of most men and covered with a coat of thick white fur."
- Unknown Scholar
“If you do not open the gate for me to come in, I shall smash the door and shatter the bolt, I shall smash the doorpost and overturn the doors, I shall raise up the dead and they shall eat the living: and the dead shall outnumber the living!” - The Descent of Ishtar.