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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4660700" data-attributes="member: 3285">Nug's Farm: Part 1 – Hillary CarboNug’s Farm was a loss-making concern and amounted to little.  There was a field or two of potatoes, cabbages, and turnips, and the kitchen garden out back had vegetables and fruits.  There were also lots of chickens, which were in coops and runs in front of the house.  The woman took her gloves off and stuffed them into a pocket.  She had fine blonde hair and an attractive face.  Her eyes were bloodshot and her manner distracted. A farm worker was visible beside the house holding a shovel, watching.  “Hello,” began Sebastian.  “Are you Hillary Carbo?”“Who wants to know?” she asked, watching them closely. Her accent indicated an educated upbringing. “I am Sebastian Arnyal.  This is Kham val’Abebi and Beldin Soulforge.  We are investigating a disturbance near here, possibly a planar rift—“Kham cut him off.  “We knew your husband.”Hillary’s eyebrows shot up.  “Come in and have some tea.”As an afterthought, she turned to the farmhand.  “That’s enough for today, Will.”  Will didn’t reply, but simply shuffled off in the direction of Lower Clotton, seemingly uninterested in the new arrivals.The farmhouse was a very old two-story limestone building with a newer-single story extension built onto a back corner.  The windows were small and shuttered, the ceilings and doorways were low, and the house was always dim.  In the living room, a desk was piled high with correspondence.  “You should know that I am separated from my husband and that we are no longer on speaking terms. By your appearance here I will assume some of the things he wrote about in his rambling letters have come to fruition. How do you know him?” “We…” Kham fumbled.  What was he supposed to say, that they had tried to kill him?  “We met him in Vestalanium.”Sebastian jumped in. “He seems to have penned a play that is of great interest to us: The King in Yellow.”Hillary nodded.  “Livius was obsessed with it.  He thought The King in Yellow was an avatar of the Unspeakable One.”They all leaned forward.  “When Livius moved to Freeport he met with someone who Atkinson had heard of as a scholar in the field.”Kham took a sip of his tea. “Elijah Quelch.” “Yes.  On the Eve of the New Year 1024 Livius claimed they called the King in Yellow to Onara so that they could learn from it.  But he broke with the others after that. He believes that there are links between the Unspeakable One and Tizzhet.  It is talked of in more than one text of a union between the two, though the texts conflict over whether this will happen in the future or has already happened.  The first source says that the Dark Young came from this sire, but I think this text suspect.  The most authoritative source says that there will be a union after humanity is forgotten and that two offspring will result—one is Yeb and the other is Nug, and that Yeb and Nug will in turn produce two more entities: Leviathan and Tsathoggua.”Kham laughed involuntarily. “Tizzhet?  Leviathan?  The gang’s all here!” The others looked at him in dismay.  “Sorry, sorry.”  Kham tried to regain his composure by slurping more of his tea. “You know of them?” asked Beldin.“Tizzhet?  Oh yeah, one of her spawn tried to eat Quintus and I awhile back.  And Leviathan’s been a pain in the ass in Freeport forever.”“Livius said he joined a circle called The Pilgrimage of Grace,” said Hillary.  “They were leaving Grand Coryan as soon as Numen or early in the New Year, although he said it could be as late as Libidine.”Beldin took a deep breath.  “He means to summon the Unspeakable One again.”“Did he give a name?” asked Kham.  “An address? Some way we can find him?”“Livius did leave a name: Thomas Villiers at the shipping office of Giuseppe Colombo in the Sweet Savona.  That’s all he—“The dogs sudden barking cut her off.</blockquote>

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