Hey folks! I just wanted to thank everyone that purchased a copy of Collection II. They’ll be packed up tonight and domestic orders with ship tomorrow and international orders will ship the day after. I did want to let people know that there was a code problem, but it’s fixed now and there are still a handful of copies remaining.

Also, I’m working on 2 weeks worth of monsters/gods that should start to post in the next month. So, don’t worry, there will be more! In fact, most of them are drawn/inked and flat colored and just need to be rendered. Ok, well, that’s all the news I have for now. Don’t forget:

Illustro Obscurum Collection II (first edition)

A collection of Volumes V-VIII of Illustro Obscurum.

FEW COPIES REMAIN!!
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AVAILABLE NOW AT THE YOG-BLOGSOTH STORE!
Illustro Obscurum Collection II (first edition)
A collection of Volumes V-VIII of Illustro Obscurum.
92 pages.
Features 111 drawings including:      96 creatures, 12 Gods In Human Form and 8 Great Old Ones.
Newly edited text.
Newly ordered layout.
A brief history of the Church Of the Illuminator intro
Sketch pages.
Redesigned cover hand screen printed gloss acrylic      on Mi-Teintes brand Stygian Black paper.
Hand stamped, numbered and signed.
Black ribbon bound bookmark.
Two full color 8.5”x 11” prints. (Under the Pyramids & The Queen In Red)
One full color 3.5” vinyl sticker.
One embroidered 3”x 2” oval patch.
One silk screened faux suede dice bag
One full color, gold edged membership card. 

AVAILABLE NOW AT THE YOG-BLOGSOTH STORE!

Illustro Obscurum Collection II (first edition)

A collection of Volumes V-VIII of Illustro Obscurum.

  • 92 pages.
  • Features 111 drawings including:
         96 creatures, 12 Gods In Human Form and 8 Great Old Ones.
  • Newly edited text.
  • Newly ordered layout.
  • A brief history of the Church Of the Illuminator intro
  • Sketch pages.
  • Redesigned cover hand screen printed gloss acrylic
         on Mi-Teintes brand Stygian Black paper.
  • Hand stamped, numbered and signed.
  • Black ribbon bound bookmark.
  • Two full color 8.5”x 11” prints. (Under the Pyramids & The Queen In Red)
  • One full color 3.5” vinyl sticker.
  • One embroidered 3”x 2” oval patch.
  • One silk screened faux suede dice bag
  • One full color, gold edged membership card. 

Illustro Obscurum Collection II (first edition)

A collection of Volumes V-VIII of Illustro Obscurum.

  • 92 pages.
  • Features 111 drawings including:
         96 creatures, 12 Gods In Human Form and 8 Great Old Ones.
  • Newly edited text.
  • Newly ordered layout.
  • A brief history of the Church Of the Illuminator intro
  • Sketch pages.
  • Redesigned cover hand screen printed gloss acrylic
         on Mi-Teintes brand Stygian Black paper.
  • Hand stamped, numbered and signed.
  • Black ribbon bound bookmark.
  • Two full color 8.5”x 11” prints. (Under the Pyramids & The Queen In Red)
  • One full color 3.5” vinyl sticker.
  • One embroidered 3”x 2” oval patch.
  • One silk screened faux suede dice bag
  • One full color, gold edged membership card. 

AVAILABLE FRIDAY JULY 18TH, 11AM EST

ILLUSTRO OBSCURUM COLLECTION II WILL BE AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE FRIDAY JULY 18TH 2014 11AM ESTIllustro Obscurum Collection II (first edition) A collection of Volumes V-VIII of Illustro Obscurum. LIMITED TO 30 COPIES
92 pages. 
Features 111 drawings including:      96 creatures, 12 Gods In Human Form and 8 Great Old Ones.
Newly edited text.
Newly ordered layout.
A brief history of the Church Of the Illuminator intro
Sketch pages.
Redesigned cover hand screen printed gloss acrylic      on Mi-Teintes brand Stygian Black paper.
Hand stamped, numbered and signed.
Black ribbon bound bookmark.
Two full color 8.5”x 11” prints. (Under the Pyramids & The Queen In Red)
One full color 3.5” vinyl sticker. 
One embroidered 3”x 2” oval patch.
One silk screened faux suede dice bag 
One full color, gold edged membership card. 

ILLUSTRO OBSCURUM COLLECTION II WILL BE AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE
FRIDAY JULY 18TH 2014 11AM EST
Illustro Obscurum Collection II (first edition)
A collection of Volumes V-VIII of Illustro Obscurum.
LIMITED TO 30 COPIES

  • 92 pages.
  • Features 111 drawings including:
         96 creatures, 12 Gods In Human Form and 8 Great Old Ones.
  • Newly edited text.
  • Newly ordered layout.
  • A brief history of the Church Of the Illuminator intro
  • Sketch pages.
  • Redesigned cover hand screen printed gloss acrylic
         on Mi-Teintes brand Stygian Black paper.
  • Hand stamped, numbered and signed.
  • Black ribbon bound bookmark.
  • Two full color 8.5”x 11” prints. (Under the Pyramids & The Queen In Red)
  • One full color 3.5” vinyl sticker.
  • One embroidered 3”x 2” oval patch.
  • One silk screened faux suede dice bag
  • One full color, gold edged membership card. 
ZUPAN (NYARLATHOTEP)
"His companion, on the other hand, was sober, well-dressed, slender, and mustached. His dark hair had been parted precisely down the middle; indeed, everything about him was precise.”

"Question forgotten, Marjorie gaped, heart pounding, to see Zupan standing atop a small pyramid that had not been on stage a moment before, dressed in the robe and headdress she’d thought she’d seen at the beginning of his act. The headdress was Egyptian, of the nemes-style made famous by Tutankhamun, except that Zupan’s looked to be of no real substance, comprised instead entirely of chryselephantine electricity. As were his robes, Marjorie realized, when as he began to descend the pyramid one bolt of crackling energy moved strangely, momentarily revealing a flash of flesh that left her blushing. She kept her eyes on his face after that. He was naked under the garment—
if garment it was.”
Molly Tanzer, Mysterium Tremendum
From a story provided exclusively for an Illustro Obscurum collaboration

ZUPAN (NYARLATHOTEP)

"His companion, on the other hand, was sober, well-dressed, slender, and mustached. His dark hair had been parted precisely down the middle; 
indeed, everything about him was precise.”
"Question forgotten, Marjorie gaped, heart pounding, to see Zupan standing atop a small pyramid that had not been on stage a moment before, dressed in the robe and headdress she’d thought she’d seen at the beginning of his act. The headdress was Egyptian, of the nemes-style made famous by Tutankhamun, except that Zupan’s looked to be of no real substance, comprised instead entirely of chryselephantine electricity. As were his robes, Marjorie realized, when as he began to descend the pyramid one bolt of crackling energy moved strangely, momentarily revealing a flash of flesh that left her blushing. She kept her eyes on his face after that. He was naked under the garment—
if garment it was.”

Molly Tanzer, Mysterium Tremendum

From a story provided exclusively for an Illustro Obscurum collaboration
THE OBSIDIAN PHARAOH (NYARLATHOTEP)
"The office was gone, replaced by a vast, dark plane.  Both the man in the shadows and the old man had remained, but behind each, an enormous black shape loomed.  The man in the shadows stood at the foot of a monument that would have put the Statue of Liberty to shame.  Struck from obsidian polished to trap what light there was within its acres of skin, the statue was of a man wearing a giant, gold mask whose design suggested the burial mask of an ancient pharaoh."

"The great, golden head of the statue was moving, tilting its blank face downwards.  At first, I thought the structure was breaking apart, but the head remained attached as its titan eyes rolled in their sockets.  I could feel its gaze churning across the plane in my direction.  It crashed over me like a wall of water." 
John Langan, Irezumi
From a soon-to-be-published story provided 
exclusively for an Illustro Obscurum collaboration
THE OBSIDIAN PHARAOH (NYARLATHOTEP)
"The office was gone, replaced by a vast, dark plane.  Both the man in the shadows and the old man had remained, but behind each, an enormous black shape loomed.  The man in the shadows stood at the foot of a monument that would have put the Statue of Liberty to shame.  Struck from obsidian polished to trap what light there was within its acres of skin, the statue was of a man wearing a giant, gold mask whose design suggested the burial mask of an ancient pharaoh."
"The great, golden head of the statue was moving, tilting its blank face downwards.  At first, I thought the structure was breaking apart, but the head remained attached as its titan eyes rolled in their sockets.  I could feel its gaze churning across the plane in my direction.  It crashed over me like a wall of water."
John Langan, Irezumi
From a soon-to-be-published story provided 
exclusively for an Illustro Obscurum collaboration
My piece for Jenn Woodall’s upcoming FIGHT! zine:"FIGHT! is a zine which invites artists to create their own original female fighting character. These characters will square off in the pages of this book. It will be totally fucking awesome!"
I chose to do The Queen In Red, a female avatar of Nyarlathotep, from Scott David Aniolowski’s Malleus Monstrorum. All the work I’ve seen for this project is amazing! Follow the tumblr and keep an eye on it!

My piece for Jenn Woodall’s upcoming FIGHT! zine:
"FIGHT! is a zine which invites artists to create their own original female fighting character. These characters will square off in the pages of this book. It will be totally fucking awesome!"

I chose to do The Queen In Red, a female avatar of Nyarlathotep, from Scott David Aniolowski’s Malleus Monstrorum. All the work I’ve seen for this project is amazing! Follow the tumblr and keep an eye on it!

 THE IDOL OF THE HEADLESS MEN (NYARLATHOTEP)    “The massive crypt door fell from its hinges with a resounding clang, and they saw what the Professor had brought back with him from his expeditions. At the time he had carried it in a crate no bigger than a bread box, but it had grown in the years since. As it rolled forth from the tomb, it looked at first like a giant boulder—maybe one of the papier mache boulders that decorated Kirby’s sets. But then as it came to a stop they could make out its features and they recognized it for what it was: a mummified human head, albeit one the size of a camera truck.”
    “That would have been enough, of course. To freeze their blood, to send them running, but it wasn’t the end. For a moment the grisly thing just sat there, resting on the place where its bottom jaw should have been, and they were allowed the blissful illusion that its movement had been a natural occurrence, the result of it becoming unsettled within the tomb. But then they saw one horrid eye peer at them from a gaping socket, and then retreat on some kind of stalk, as though it was not the eye of the head at all, but of some creature that dwelled within.”
    “With a sound like the grinding of giant teeth, the skull began to rock back and forth, and they saw masses of human arms—of normal size, but as mummified as the head—scrabbling at the ground from beneath it. One by one, the gnarled hands found purchase, and then the head began to lurch toward them, pulled along by a tide of arms, like a hermit crab dragging its shell.”Orrin Grey, The Cult Of Headless Men
Written Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration
 THE IDOL OF THE HEADLESS MEN (NYARLATHOTEP)
    “The massive crypt door fell from its hinges with a resounding clang, and they saw what the Professor had brought back with him from his expeditions. At the time he had carried it in a crate no bigger than a bread box, but it had grown in the years since. As it rolled forth from the tomb, it looked at first like a giant boulder—maybe one of the papier mache boulders that decorated Kirby’s sets. But then as it came to a stop they could make out its features and they recognized it for what it was: a mummified human head, albeit one the size of a camera truck.”

    “That would have been enough, of course. To freeze their blood, to send them running, but it wasn’t the end. For a moment the grisly thing just sat there, resting on the place where its bottom jaw should have been, and they were allowed the blissful illusion that its movement had been a natural occurrence, the result of it becoming unsettled within the tomb. But then they saw one horrid eye peer at them from a gaping socket, and then retreat on some kind of stalk, as though it was not the eye of the head at all, but of some creature that dwelled within.”

    “With a sound like the grinding of giant teeth, the skull began to rock back and forth, and they saw masses of human arms—of normal size, but as mummified as the head—scrabbling at the ground from beneath it. One by one, the gnarled hands found purchase, and then the head began to lurch toward them, pulled along by a tide of arms, like a hermit crab dragging its shell.”
Orrin Grey, The Cult Of Headless Men
Written Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration
SHE WHO LURKS BEYOND THE VEIL (NYARLATHOTEP)"I found eventually a brief excerpt in a tome I will not name here. In it was mentioned a rare form of XX:
"For she was there, a woman of refinement and grace. A vessel of lust and intrigue. My heart was compelled to love [her], while my being shuddered in deep shame and revulsion.I became obsessed with the idea of this incarnation. The search for it forced me across continents, scouring rare books and scrolls, staring at etchings on walls of temples.There were times when I felt a fool, when I thought perhaps the mask of the Woman was merely a mistranslation. Some fever dream. Why did I want to find her so badly?”"I was staying in Budapest, with a nobleman and scholar. He was hosting a ball for the seasonal equinox. The guests were a glittery assortment of the wealthy and local academics. I was in a dour mood. Bored. Annoyed. I kept to a shadowy corner, sipping a warm Brandy, scowl affixed to my face. When, from out of the crowd, 
a woman approached me.” 
"She was tall, with a long swan neck, and a heart shaped face. Cherubic cheeks and pouty swollen lips. Those lips were pink, shining and wet. Obscene. Her eyes glinted. Like… like sapphires. Her hair, auburn, shone like spun copper in the candlelight. She took my hand in her gloved one and led me outside toward the gardens. They were silent as a shadow and so was she. She took me into the groves, the moonlight remote and cold above us. Then she turned to me, a faint smiling curling at her puffy mouth. And without a word she undid her gown and lowered it to her waist."

"Her breasts were high set, shapely. They ignited that most base desire in me. I went to her. She was graceful as a dancer, silent as a serpent, and soft as a flower petal. My eager hands sought out the bunching fabric and pushed the gown down, down to the dirt. I knew then that I had found the creature I so desperately searched for all this time."
"Below its taut belly and swell of womanly hips, hung her sex. It was massive in scale and dangled,obscenely, swaying like a tropical fruit from between strong thighs. Layers and layers of flesh and membrane resembling the draped fabric of a ladies skirt. Glistening and amphibious. Dripping with musk. A musk, I say with a deep shame, aroused me as it repulsed me. Then and now. Beneath the folds, like a pearl in an oyster, was its massive clitoris: large as a melon. I stared transfixed as it moved, revealing to me, another face. I think now this was Its true face. No less beautiful than the one above, wreathed in silksoft nether flesh and down hair." 
"This was the mouth that beckoned me close, onto my knees, to press my ear to its velvet contours. This was the mouth that spoke."
"They found me the next morning, naked and pale, trembling and covered in viscous fluids. I still cannot sleep, cannot dream…"
"It was two months later that I finally took the small knife to my own genitals. As I cut, the words that mouth spoke echoed in my mind. I thought I could silence them. I was wrong."
Victoria Dalpe, Excerpt from Encounters Beyond the Veil
Written Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration

SHE WHO LURKS BEYOND THE VEIL (NYARLATHOTEP)
"I found eventually a brief excerpt in a tome I will not name here. In it was mentioned a rare form of XX:


"For she was there, a woman of refinement and grace. A vessel of lust and intrigue. My heart was compelled to love [her], while my being shuddered in deep shame and revulsion.
I became obsessed with the idea of this incarnation. The search for it forced me across continents, scouring rare books and scrolls, staring at etchings on walls of temples.
There were times when I felt a fool, when I thought perhaps the mask of the Woman was merely a mistranslation. Some fever dream. Why did I want to find her so badly?”

"I was staying in Budapest, with a nobleman and scholar. He was hosting a ball for the seasonal equinox. The guests were a glittery assortment of the wealthy and local academics. I was in a dour mood. Bored. Annoyed. I kept to a shadowy corner, sipping a warm Brandy, scowl affixed to my face. When, from out of the crowd, 
a woman approached me.”
 
"She was tall, with a long swan neck, and a heart shaped face. Cherubic cheeks and pouty swollen lips. Those lips were pink, shining and wet. Obscene. Her eyes glinted. Like… like sapphires. Her hair, auburn, shone like spun copper in the candlelight. She took my hand in her gloved one and led me outside toward the gardens. They were silent as a shadow and so was she. She took me into the groves, the moonlight remote and cold above us. Then she turned to me, a faint smiling curling at her puffy mouth. And without a word she undid her gown and lowered it to her waist."
"Her breasts were high set, shapely. They ignited that most base desire in me. I went to her. She was graceful as a dancer, silent as a serpent, and soft as a flower petal. My eager hands sought out the bunching fabric and pushed the gown down, down to the dirt. I knew then that I had found the creature I so desperately searched for all this time."

"Below its taut belly and swell of womanly hips, hung her sex. It was massive in scale and dangled,obscenely, swaying like a tropical fruit from between strong thighs. Layers and layers of flesh and membrane resembling the draped fabric of a ladies skirt. Glistening and amphibious. Dripping with musk. A musk, I say with a deep shame, aroused me as it repulsed me. Then and now. Beneath the folds, like a pearl in an oyster, was its massive clitoris: large as a melon. I stared transfixed as it moved, revealing to me, another face. I think now this was Its true face. No less beautiful than the one above, wreathed in silksoft nether flesh and down hair."
 
"This was the mouth that beckoned me close, onto my knees, to press my ear to its velvet contours. This was the mouth that spoke."

"They found me the next morning, naked and pale, trembling and covered in viscous fluids. I still cannot sleep, cannot dream…"

"It was two months later that I finally took the small knife to my own genitals. As I cut, the words that mouth spoke echoed in my mind. I thought I could silence them. I was wrong."
Victoria Dalpe, Excerpt from Encounters Beyond the Veil
Written Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration
THE THING FROM THE DOLMEN (NYARLATHOTEP) 

"The cold pop and crack that trees do when icicles hang from your nose, I thought that’s what made the noise. Wrong, very wrong. Stars and trees glowed the same color and the milky vapor of my breath hung before me as I twisted to see what…A shape emerged from the dolmen I’d departed, bearded slick stones reflecting the black deep, and deeper black wrapped a cavity of wormy softness. The figure came onward, hitching and dipping at disjointed angles, an unsleeved mass undulating and cohering into the towering semblance of a stick man screaming soundlessly 

through a mouth of rotted birchwood.”

Laird Barron, UntitledWritten Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration

THE THING FROM THE DOLMEN (NYARLATHOTEP)

"The cold pop and crack that trees do when icicles hang from your nose, I thought that’s what made the noise. Wrong, very wrong. Stars and trees glowed the same color and the milky vapor of my breath hung before me as I twisted to see what…A shape emerged from the dolmen I’d departed, bearded slick stones reflecting the black deep, and deeper black wrapped a cavity of wormy softness. The figure came onward, hitching and dipping at disjointed angles, an unsleeved mass undulating and cohering into the towering semblance of a stick man screaming soundlessly 

through a mouth of rotted birchwood.”
Laird Barron, Untitled
Written Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration