The Eldritch Adventure

Prologue

Some say that when the light of knowledge shines brighter the darker the shadow of truth becomes. What if this was correct? Would it be reasonable to discover that which should be left unknown?

One night while exploring a local cave, that has become the object of speculation. A group of friends stumble upon a secret entrance, unannounced by anyone else. Inside of this entrance lies a room that seems to have held strange rituals. Strange symbols line the walls, decomposed bodies are strewn across the ground dressed in robes. Dried pools of blood chocked the air with a foul stench. What ever happened here it was some sort of cult ritual. There was a rather large detailed circle that would encompass most of the room. It was drawn up with red paint or perhaps blood. But with all the bodies on the floor, it was two thirds of the way masked by blood and bodies.

On a pedestal off to the back of the room. On top of a intricately carved pedestal lied a book, this book was strangely designed. The leather binding looked oddly like human skin harden and stitched together. There was a circle with runes and a giant menacing skull in the middle. The book was also locked up. With curiosity that could match a naive child, the leader of the group unknowing of what would come. Opened the lock, this was his first mistake. 

As soon as the book was unsealed, the room came alive with an eerie green glow. The circle that was drawn underneath the dried blood stains would react, it'd glow and a vortex that'd take the entirety of the center would open up. From the vortex came a pillar of light that would shoot out of it. Not running away would be the second mistake he would make. The others were terrified of what was happening so with speed of an Olympian they would abandon their friend who unknowingly unsealed the monstrosity that was occurring. The friend would plead and beg for his friends to come back and help him, but his cries for help would only fall to deaf ears as his friends were long gone. The man would feel a force tug him towards the vortex, but with a will to survive he'd attempt to run to the exit, but to prevail. 

As soon as he got to the door out, a violent rip was heard. What caused this sound was the man's skin being completely ripped off of his body and sucked into the vortex. His screams would intensify but only to see his exposed flesh and organs be sucked into the vortex, with his shock finally setting in he'd fall unconscious by the time the rest of his entirety would be consumed by this vortex. After the man's body was consumed by the vortex, a loud ear piercing screech. As the screech died down a burst of shadowy figures would come flying out the vortex, the figures would then fly out of the cave and into the world. The vortex would shortly close up afterward.

A year has passed, all the friends who were at the incident has gone insane then committed suicide. Usually by gunshot or hanging, all with the exact same message written on a wall with blood, their own presumably, "Praise the Deep Ones.". The incident was burned into their sub-consciousness eating away at their sanity until the ghastly end would arrive for them. "They're here. The End is here. Deep Ones have returned." was a phrase the members of the incident would repeat to themselves, in a frantic state of permanent sanity lose. The doctors were extremely puzzled by what these young adults to enter such a stage, so as they do with everyone else, it was written as a case of schizophrenia that went unnoticed.

Well there is a one slither of hope in this dreaded story. There is one lone survivor of the accident. This nineteen year old man wasn't in the worse condition as the others, but he did suffer from some temporary sanity lost. But even to this day does he see the images of what occured. The faint whispers in the back of his head whispering, "Thery're here. The End is here. Deep Ones have returned." but there is also a lone whisper in his head that sounds different from the others, this one telling him a different message, "You must hurry, you're the only one who survived, who bore witness to the summoning." the faint whisper would recite in his head.