The story of the Monument
If you click on the illustrations of the Script Book on the Kickstarter main page (or on this link), you can read some stories of the narrative game mode. In order not to spoil you, we didn’t add the effects to the sample texts; we’d only like to show the atmosphere, the literary quality and depth which could make Cultistorm special. There will be flash fiction stories not only for cultist encounters, but also for every investigators, cultist casts, relics, Great Old Ones and locations.
Let us introduce you the story of the Monument.
The story of the huge rock formation that rose on a cliff of Morblehead, a town in the vicinity of Salem was rather unsettling. The cliff bore the name of Morblehead Rock and the Monument appeared on it out of thin air. The locals have very vivid and unequivocal memories about the origin of the Monument, stories parents have passed down to their children for generations. You can ask anyone in the town, they’ll tell you almost exactly the same story.
It happened sometime in the beginning of the 1800s that a local fisherman discovered a seemingly bottomless, vertical hole among the rocks of the island. This hole had a wall which was as smooth as the surface of mirrors. As the news spread, many people arrived to see the mysterious place, there were even daring adventurers who tried to descended into the depth of the hole, but there were never enough rope to get them to the bottom or at least to allow a glimpse to where the gaping abyss ended. After a feverish few months, the excitement began to die down and life went back to normal. Locals named the hole “the gate of hell” and with that, they almost forgot about it. Not much later Peter and Stephen Smith, the teenaged twin sons of the respectable Morblehead blacksmith, rowed their boat to Morblehead Rock to have a good look at “the gate of hell” because they’d heard a lot about it in town.
However, only one of the boys returned from the adventure. Something unexplainable turned Peter’s skin completely yellow and it stayed the same papyrus hue for the rest of his life. He could never utter a meaningful word afterwards, all he could do was stutter. Hours after his return, when he stopped shaking and his fright was somewhat soothed, he wrote on a piece of paper what had happened to him on the cliff. According to his testimony, they didn’t notice anything menacing upon their arrival. They examined the edge of the vertical hole and its mirror-smooth sides. They threw some stones and twigs into the abyss, but they didn’t hear the sound of impact which would have signalled that the objects they’d thrown in reached the bottom of the pit. They were about to go, when Stephen heard a deafeningly high-pitched noise, he covered his ears with his hands and his face grew distorted from pain. Peter looked at his brother in confusion because he heard nothing at all.
The next moment, Stephen threw his arms towards the sky and chanted in an unintelligible tongue. It provoked such horrible sensations in Peter he’d never felt before. Stephen trembled, then ran as fast as he could towards the hole and threw himself into the bottomless abyss without the slightest sign of doubt. It happened so fast that Peter had no time to comprehend what just happened in front of his eyes. He ran after his brother and as he leaned over the edge of the hole, a blinding and burning ray of light shot from the abyss towards the sky, straight into Peter’s face. In this hellish light Peter saw inhuman faces and creatures, alien landscapes that radiated endless peace and terrifying emptiness at the same time. Peter couldn’t say how long the phenomenon had lasted, but since people in the town also saw the column of light, we can rely on their word that it went on for only a few minutes.
After Peter finished writing his testimony with trembling hands, the family and the gathered neighbours all ran to the cliff. The hole was gone as if it had never existed, however, in its place rose a tower of rocks with vertical walls. The family, the relatives and friends tried to blow the tower up, to break it, to demolish it, but however hard they tried, they couldn’t even scratch it. Two weeks later its shape started changing. First it was barely noticeable, but the change had begun even though for a long time the shape remained unrecognisable. In the following year the rock kept changing, it became more contoured and recognisable. It reached its current form one and a half year after the incident. Many scientists have visited it ever since, they drew sketches, tried to find similarities with the characters from ancient myths and legends, but since nobody proved successful.
Peter rowed over to the cliff every day long after the incident and he watched the shapeless material of mysterious origin take its current shape. After his death, Peter’s relatives read in his diary that he thought his brother had been devoured by unfamiliar, ancient gods, and he thought to recognise Stephen’s face in the inhumanly strange face of the rock. What is more, sometimes he thought to have heard his laughter from somewhere below the foundation of the Monument. Peter was convinced that his brother got to a good place and in some strange way this unexplainable tragedy could turn out to be a blessing one day.
We hope you liked the story. You’ll find almost 400 more similar stories in the Script Book complementing the narrative gameplay.