Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

- from “Nyarlathotep” by H.P. Lovecraft.

Welcome to the Dice of Doom Masks of Nyarlathotep campaign!

A classic game of mystery, adventure and globe-trotting horror, played by the members of the Dice of Doom Podcast, Blog and a selection of their friends.


After about 2 years of play, the death of several characters, group members leaving and entering the group the Dice of Doom Masks of Nyarlathotep campaign has come to a close. The surviving characters managed to uncover the deadly threat to the world’s continued safety and sanity and, through heroic self-sacrifice, managed to sabotage the preparations and slay several of the important cult leaders. Clackers’ character bravely sacrificed himself to destroy the gigantic metal monstrosity the cultists were building. The remaining characters were ripped to shreds as they fought against the surviving members of the Cult of the Bloated Woman along with their monstrous allies. The world will never know what dangers they were saved from by the sacrifice of these brave souls.

Masks of Nyarlathotep

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