“…I knew it was my duty as an explorer to unearth the truth.”
The cult is non-religious in nature, but they do worship various deities. The main deity, Yelzamouth, is a mythological creature which rises once every ten years from the dark, cold depths off the Grand Banks in Newfoundland. Not much is known about this cult or why they exist, but they are supposedly harmless.
From the information I was able to gather on them—I was once contracted to retrieve a curious artifact the cult had in their possession—they gather at the Grand Banks once every ten years during a total lunar eclipse. Apparently this is when the Deity of Death, Yelzamouth, makes its way to land amidst the thickest fog in order to claim a sacrifice made in its name. I know nothing of these sacrifices or the purpose of appeasing such a being, but I was able to retrieve the artifact; a bizarre trinket made of a similar metal the horrid statues were forged from.
The metal of the trinket didn’t have the same blue sheen to it that the statues of the bazaar had. But it had a similar quality and was also a metal not known to Earth. The trinket was round and about the size of a softball. Carved into it was the shape of the supposed deity, Yelzamouth. The figure carved into the metal had four legs, four small winds along it’s back, and its head was cone-like. It wasn’t detailed enough to show facial features or give any indication of what the texture of the being’s skin was. But it did have the slight markings of a face; two giant eyes in the shape of lemon wedges, one oblong hole where a nose should be, and no mouth.
I didn’t think to study the object much before turning it over to the men who contracted me to find it. Nor did I think it pertinent to further study the cult or the deity Yelzamouth. After all, it was only a job to me. But once I found myself in the bazaar—hypnotized by the detailed horror which was the full-sized statue of Yelzamouth—did I wish I’d learned more about the deity and mythology surrounding it.
What connection did the deity have with that strange realm of death and decay? Were the other statues representations of other deities yet unknown to man? And was that place the origin for such creatures and the myths sprouted from their possible existence?
I still have no answers to these questions. The only conclusion I’ve come up with is that the various cults, Gods, and otherworldly entities believed to exist by man are in fact based in a certain truth. And the Bazaar of The Blind was the key to unlocking that truth. Which means the horrors from myth, the made up monsters of lore, the ancient Gods long relegated as fiction, these all existed at one time or another. And at the moment I saw the statue of Yelzamouth, I knew it was my duty as an explorer to unearth the truth.
But with all the wild theories and possibilities swirling through my mind, I didn’t notice that my guide—my only known way of getting back to the real world—my Sherpa through that nightmare realm—Seif, was gone. He must’ve marched along without me. Leaving me alone in, The Bazaar of The Blind.