Eldritch Horror | Yig: The Father of Serpents | Turn 06: Shanghai Surprise

|| CatWeazle Facebook Group -   / 155646058471678   || CatWeazle Instagram - https://bit.ly/30GKA8i || Tip CatWeazle a Brew @ KoFi - https://ko-fi.com/catweazle || Intro Ends 0:54 The noisy ticking of the alarm-clock sounded above the maddening beat of the distant tom-toms. The snakes were taking a long time—did they mean to delay on purpose to play on her nerves? Every now and then she thought she felt a steady, insidious pressure on the bedclothes, but each time it turned out to be only the automatic twitchings of her overwrought nerves. The clock ticked on in the dark, and a change came slowly over her thoughts. Those snakes couldn't have taken so long! They couldn't be Yig's messengers after all, but just natural rattlers that were nested below the rock and had been drawn there by the fire. They weren't coming for her, perhaps—perhaps they had sated themselves on poor Walker. Where were they now? Gone? Coiled by the fire? Still crawling over the prone corpse of their victim? The clock ticked, and the distant drums throbbed on. At the thought of her husband's body lying there in the pitch blackness a thrill of purely physical horror passed over Audrey. That story of Sally Compton's about the man back in Scott County! He, too, had been bitten by a whole bunch of rattlesnakes, and what had happened to him? The poison had rotted the flesh and swelled the whole corpse, and in the end the bloated thing had burst horribly—burst horribly with a detestable popping noise. Was that what was happening to Walker down there on the rock floor? Instinctively she felt that she had begun to listen for something too terrible even to name to herself. The clock ticked on, keeping a kind of mocking, sardonic time with the far-off drumming that the night wind brought. She wished it were a striking clock, so that she could know how long this eldritch vigil must last. She cursed the toughness of fiber that kept her from fainting, and wondered what sort of relief the dawn could bring, after all. Probably neighbors would pass—no doubt somebody would call—would they find her still sane? Was she still sane now? Morbidly listening, Audrey all at once became aware of something which she had to verify with every effort of her will before she could believe it; and which, once verified, she did not know whether to welcome or dread. The distant beating of the Indian tom-toms had ceased. from "The Curse of Yig" a 1928 short story by H. P. Lovecraft and Zealia Bishop “Wretched Destroyer” by Kevin Macleod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: by Attribution 4.0 licence http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b... "Jaunty Gumption" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b... KungFro's Introductory Scenarios: https://www.boardgamegeek.com/filepag... KungFro's Thematic Starting Possessions: https://www.boardgamegeek.com/filepag... Wolfpack48's Thematic Scenarios: https://www.boardgamegeek.com/filepag... AH & EH Monster Token Sleeves: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B... Acoustic Foam Panels (to organise cards): https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B... E-raptor AH & EH acrylic organisers: https://www.e-raptor.pl/ AH & EH coloured Card Stands: https://www.bgextras.co.uk/card-stand...