The Mountains Of Madness
CHAPTER VIII (Part 1)
Naturally, Danforth and I studied with primary interest and a special sense of personal awe about everything related to the nearby district where we were located. From this local material there is an awful lot of natural materials; and on the surface of the city's tangled soil, we were lucky enough to find a very outdated house, whose walls, which were, though somewhat damaged by the surrounding rift, it contains decadent workmanship sculptures that carry the story of the region far beyond the Pliocene period. Mapping from where we get our final overview of the pre-human world. This was the last place we researched, because what we found there gave us a new immediate destination.
Of course, we are in one of the strangest, weirdest, and most terrible corners of the world. Of all the lands that exist, it is infinitely the most ancient; and the belief grows on us that this terrible plateau must be the nightmare highland Leng that even the mad writer Necronomicon was reluctant to discuss. The huge mountain chain was very long — starting from a low distance in Luitpold Land on the coast of the Weddell Sea and almost crossing the entire continent. Very high section stretched in a fierce arch from around Latitude 82 °, E. Longitude 60 ° to Latitude 70 °, E. Longitude 115 °, with its concave side towards our campground and its tip towards the sea in that long region of ice, a covered Coast whose hills are glimpsed by Wilkes and Mawson in the Antarctic Circle.
Yet the even more terrifying nature exaggeration seemed very close. I have said that these peaks are higher than the Himalayas, but the statues forbid me to say that they are the tallest in the world. That gloomy honor was undoubtedly reserved for something that half of his statue was hesitant to note at all, while the others approached him with a clear sense of disdain and trepidation. There seems to be one part of the primordial land — the first part that ever rose from the water after the earth was thrown from the moon and the Old One seeped from the stars — which was then shunned vaguely and without a bad name. The cities built there had collapsed before their time, and had been found suddenly deserted. Then when the great bends of the first earth had shaken the region in the Comanchian age, the, a terrifying peak line suddenly surged amidst the hustle and bustle of the most terrible chaos — and earth has received its highest and most terrifying mountains.
If the scale of the engraving is correct, these hated objects must have been over 40,000 feet — feet in height far wider than the mountains of shocking madness we have ever passed. They expand, apparently, from around Latitude 77 °, E. Longitude 70 ° to Latitude 70 °, E. Longitude 100 ° —less than 300 miles away from the dead city, so we can see the dreaded peaks in the dim. The distance west had it not been for the vague coating fog. Their northern end should also be visible from the long Antarctic Circle coastline of Queen Mary Land.
Some of the Old Men, in decadent times, had made strange prayers to the mountains; but no one had ever approached them or dared to guess what was behind them. No human eye has ever seen them, and as I studied the emotions conveyed in the engravings I prayed that no one would be able to do so. There are hills that protect along the coast beyond them — Queen Mary and Kaiser Wilhelm Lands — and I am grateful no one can land and climb that hill. I am not as skeptical about old stories and fears as I once was, and I do not laugh now at the idea of pre-human sculptors that lightning stops meaningfully now and then at every brooding peak, he said, and that inexplicable light shone from one of the dreadful peaks throughout the long polar night. There may be a very real and very terrible meaning in the old Punakotic whispers about Kadath in the Cold Waste.
But the terrain that was close was not far from strange, even if it was damned nameless. Immediately after the establishment of the city, the vast mountains became the seat of the main temples, and many of the carvings show what strange and fantastic towers have pierced the sky where now we only see the cubes and fortresses clinging strangely. Over the centuries caves have appeared, and have been formed into additional temples. With the progress of recent times, all the lime veins in the region are hollowed out by groundwater, so that the mountains, the foothills, and the, and the plains below it were networks that were completely connected with connected caves and galleries. Many graphic sculptures tell of explorations deep underground, and of the last discovery of the hidden Stygian sea that lurks in the bowels of the earth.
Yog-Soth is a cosmic entity and an Outer God. Born from Nameless Mist, he is the ancestor of Cthulhu, Hastur the Unspeakable and the ancestor of Voormi. He is also the father of Wilbur Whateley.
He was an extraordinarily powerful god and one of the most powerful of the Outer Gods, an ancient god race that used great strength, size and intelligence, all the while, equal and perhaps even superior to Azathoth himself, as well as the largest and most intelligent dwarf - the famous Cthulhu dwarf on the same scale as Cthulhu who dwarfed mankind, and it is a true cosmic threat that is beyond the reach of mortal understanding. Yog-Soth is the embodiment of all time and space across a number of essentially infinite spacetime continuums. For all intents and purposes, it is connected to the multiverse. He was the grandfather of Cthulhu and the grandson of Azathoth.
Yog-Soth is a secondary antagonist of Cthulhu Mythos from the last dark fantasy writer H. P. Lovecraft. She has appeared in a variety of Lovecraft stories, but was first mentioned in the 1943 horror novel The Case of Charles Dexter Ward, and has appeared in more of her stories, serving as a driving force in The Dunwich Horror, the last antagonist in the At Mountains of Madness, and a rather benevolent figure in Beyond the Gates of the Silver Key.
Yog-Soth is not only an all-knowing, omnipotent, and (supposedly) omnipotent creature, but he also, like fellow Outer God Nyarlathotep, has been shown to have many avatars, such as Lurker in Threshold, who is also a member of the family, he has served as the godly father of Wilbur Whateley and Dunwich Horror, and the spouse of Shub-Niggurath. He was born to the Nameless Mist, one of the three descendants of Azathoth along with the Darkness and Nyarlathotep.