We put on false smiles and false bravado when we start to crumble within.
Every moment of every day beings in this world put on facades to manipulate and deceive.
The difference between myself and the others: At least I'm the assh-le who tells you that he's lying to you.
My name is Salim El-Habib et-Hital el-Faddir. Known to my people, the Bedine, as "The Beloved Desert Wind That Travels Many Sands."
Jester, Street Magician, and Comedian by trade. General pain-in-the-(hiney) to anyone of respectable authority. And boy, kids, do I have a story for you.
A story of Monsters and Eldritch Abominations that linger upon the edge of Reality. Gazing. Waiting. THINGS that should not be. Monstrosities which float within the depths of the void of the Stars, and ever plot and scheme.
Ever do they slumber. As ancient as time itself. Old when the Gods were young, and privy to secrets of the multiverse that no man was ever meant to know.
Things that, should a man know, would drive him incurably and inexorably insane.
Just. Like. Me.
But that is the price for Knowledge. Madness. For there are things in this multiverse that, merely to be aware of them, is to degrade one's own sanity.
But Madness does, indeed, have a face.
Insanity does, indeed, have a name.
And that name.....
...is THARIZDUN.
The Chained God. The Elder Elemental Eye. The Lord of Madness.
In the beginning....yes, the VERY beginning, the Multiverse was Void. Unshaped. The very Laws of Nature had yet to be scribed. There was only Darkness. Emptiness.
The Chaos, for reasons unknown, spawned into being an Entity of pure malevolence which sought only to unmake all existence.
This Forgotten God reached into the depths of the Crucible of All Creation and drew forth from within a Shard of Pure Evil. Contained within were the essence of beings of pure wickedness that were spawned from the Shard.
These beings were the Obyrith. Primordial beings as ancient as the cosmos.
And when Tharizdun touched the shard his mind shattered into pieces, and his heart was instantly driven completely Evil. For to touch such a thing was to be corrupted absolutely.
He hurled the crystal into the violent maelstrom that was the Elemental Chaos. The place of power of the ancient Primordials, that Tharizdun had sought to claim for himself.
Within the Elemental Chaos the Shard of Pure Evil shattered, and where it fragmented it tore open a hole in reality that began to permeate and expand. And continues to grow to this very day.
For it was from this Shard of Pure Evil that the Infinite Abyss first sprang into existence.
The Obyrith: Pazuzu, Pale Night, and all the others manifested into physical beings. Physical beings which would become the progenitors of the Tanar'Ri.
This Abyss was a threat to reality itself. And so the Ancient Gods, beings of Law and Order, put aside all of their differences, briefly, and fought the Mad God. Eventually imprisoning him within a Cell in the deepest, darkest regions of reality.
A place so far deep within the Abyss, so close to the edge of known reality that Tharizdun's own poisoned mind would eventually shape it into an endless vortex of pure Insanity.
A place that would come to be known to scholars as THE FAR REALM!
And as Tharizdun would struggle against his chains, he would bleed. And from his blood would be spawned incredible Horrors that would become the Lords of the Far Realm.
Creatures known as the Uvuudaum.
Uvuudaum. Creatures capable of warping the very fabric of Time and Space all around them.
And, of course, the other denizens of the Far Realm which are infinitely just as malicious. Shapeshifters, capable of assuming any form, their true forms, like the Obyrith, so horrible that they defy Reality.
The Malaugrym
The stories that I have to tell you, boys and girls, are stories straight out of your worst nightmares.
But these are not nightmares. These creatures are very real.
And when you see them: They see you.
When you speak to them....they speak to you.
And, just like me.....they NEVER SHUT UP!!!"
