The Tower of Koth
Earth’s Dreamland
Night between October 21st and 22nd, 1939
When the titanic stone slab finally began to move with a ponderous groan, an exhalation of air so foul-smelling that both Duhrn and Skorzeny gagged was let out of the subterranean darkness. Beyond the small opening, a giant-sized stairwell could be seen leading down into the Abyss.
‘Gott im Himmel!’ whispered Skorzeny. ’What is that smell!?’
‘I suppose we’ll find out soon enough. But first…’
Quickly, Duhrn cut four lengths of soft thick cloth from their blankets with his razor-sharp dagger and handed two to Skorzeny. ‘Here, tie these around your feet, we cannot risk waking up the Banished Ones by booting around, and their hearing is excellent even if they are totally dumb themselves.’
‘The Banished Ones!’ Skorzeny spat. ‘Damn it, Günther, I’m beginning to think that you’re having the time of your life with this hinting obscurely at horrors to come! How about you level with me: what can we expect down there?’
Duhrn considered that for a few seconds. ‘Very well, I guess it can’t hurt. Unless all what I learnt is wrong, the former inhabitants of the Enchanted Wood were banished below ground by the Gods called the Great or Elder Ones, for worshiping the Other Gods – terrible fiends from the void outside of the world. These inhabitants were enormous and terrible, and legend says they still tell stories about how good our kind tastes. Now they’re constricted to a less wholesome fare…’
Skorzeny sighed. ‘There you go again. OK, big, hungry… about how big are we talking about? And how can they tell stories if they are dumb?’
Duhrn looked annoyed. ‘Look, I’ve told all I know. The old manuscripts that mention them are quite vague. All that is said is that they’re big and ate people. Ah, and they were nocturnal so I assume they will be asleep now - better walk carefully. If we wake one of them up while we’re anywhere near their city, we’re probably done for.’
‘Their city!?’
‘Yes, they’ve apparently built a city right at the foot of these stairs. And if we make it through there, we might still have to deal with their food. Now let’s get going!’
Down, down the colossal stairwell the two SS-men climbed. Each step was nearly a meter in height, making it a difficult descent. Not willing to come upon any unseen dangers, they lit a torch which Duhrn carried since Skorzeny had drawn the Rune Sword, mostly for comfort.
Finally, after several exhausting hours that felt as an eternity, the smell grew stronger. They had reached the bottom of the stairs and could watch out through a huge doorway, easily more than ten metres high and four or five wide. Beyond the doorway, in a cavern so vast that its limits were lost in the distance was a conglomeration of large stone towers, looking slender because each was so high that its upper regions faded into the abyssal darkness far above. An eerie kind of half-light with no apparent source allowed Duhrn and Skorzeny to see their way so they quickly put out the torch.
From yawning doors in those towers came a soul-sickening rumbling sound that it took the horrified SS-men a few seconds to identify as the snoring of some kind of enormous creatures. Above the door, on the outside, a strange sign was carved, one that Duhrn identified as the Sign of Koth, a symbol of power to keep gates and doors closed.
Walking ever so carefully, Duhrn and Skorzeny began to negotiate the roughly cobbled streets of that overwhelming city, feeling like ants in a fossilised forest. Skorzeny’s heart was beating so hard he had trouble breathing, and looking at Duhrn’s grey and clammy face, he had a strong suspicion he was seeing the reflection of his own terrified visage. Gritting his teeth to stop them from clattering, he wiped of his forehead with a black-gloved left hand before grabbing the hilt of the Rune Sword two-handedly. Scared or not, he was not going to go down without a fight.
Suddenly, they had left the city and were walking over open, mossy ground. To one side the gargantuan cave ended in a sheer rock wall with a prodigious cave opening, inside which impenetrable shadows reigned. Instinct, rather than knowledge made the two Germans avoid that opening like the plague. A ways ahead they saw a great many towering monoliths of lichen-overgrown stone standing in neatly arranged rows. Knowing they were leaving the tower city behind made them feel greatly relieved, but it proved premature.
Suddenly, with a shocking lack of sound, a leviathan shape moved out of these shadows and moved towards the city on powerful tree-trunk like legs. A dirty-white thing the size of a small horse with limply dangling arms and misshaped legs hung from one of its four enormous paws dripping dark blood. The monster itself was some 7-8 metres tall and mostly humanoid in shape, except that its arms split at the elbow into four powerfully clawed extremities. The whole thing was covered in a dark thick hide studded with coarse black hairs but most loathsome of all was the barrel-like head which had great bulbous eyes at the ends like a hammerhead shark, because the slavering fanged mouth was vertical, rather than horizontal, giving the creature a wholly alien and unnatural appearance.
Fearing for his very sanity, Skorzeny held a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, and he heard a whimper of stark terror from Duhrn. Unfortunately, so did the monster and the hideous head swiveled towards them while those nightmare yaws parted in detestable anticipation. As quickly as humanly possible, Skorzeny pushed himself and his shocked companion behind the nearest monolith, but he knew that it was already to late by far. Although not a sound could be heard, he knew the four-pawed abomination was moving towards their hiding place with deceptively soft steps…
With shocking suddenness, one of the enormous clawed paws crept around the edge of the monolith, searching for prey. Skorzeny acted without conscious thought and struck a mighty blow with the Rune Sword that cleanly severed one of the clawed fingers. There was no roar of pain, but the paw was pulled back, spurting black blood and a tremendous racket of stone against stone indicated the thing had stumbled into and toppled one of the monoliths as it drew back in pain.
‘Run!’ the Austrian screamed, and Duhrn was not late to follow his advice. The two SS-men bounded like fleeing hares in the labyrinth of monoliths, hearing behind them at last the thumps of heavy steps as the beast discarded all attempt at stealth and ran after them as quickly as its powerful legs could carry it. From time to time, its mighty shoulder would bump into one of the monoliths, tilting it or even felling it with a deafening crash, and only by such accidents were the fleeing men able to maintain their lead.
Suddenly, they came upon a new horror. At the foot of one of the monoliths, the hard ground had been excavated, revealing the body of another of the enormous four-pawed creatures laying in a shallow grave. The coarse leathery hide had been torn in many places, and from these wounds, a great swarm of repulsive man-sized beings of a slightly canine appearance were feeding with ghoulish appetite. When the two SS-officers entered the charnel tableau they stopped, suddenly forgetful of the lumbering thing following in their tracks and the hound-like carrion-feeders turned their red-smeared snouts in their direction, observing the intruders with bared teeth.
The impasse lasted only for a fraction of a second before a heavy pounding of giant feet behind them reminded Duhrn and Skorzeny what was coming after them, so they resumed their mad dash, with only a small detour to clear the open grave. But the reaction of the monstrous pursuer when it came within sight of the feasting was wholly unexpected. It stopped dead, turned tail and fled back the way it had come. Apparently the hulking things had an irrational fear of the carrion-feeding creatures and it wasn’t long before the pounding of its feet had become inaudible. Duhrn gestured to Skorzeny to follow him back to the grave.
‘Are you insane, Günther? Have you seen their teeth? Those things will tear us apart, and I can’t fight that many of them!’
‘No, no. I know their kind, they’re called Ghouls, and they are interested only in those already dead. They’re the reason we’re down here. Come, I will speak with them.’
‘What do you mean, the reason we’re here?’
‘The land of the Ghouls lies between the worlds, you see. Where ever in the waking world that there is a burial site, a graveyard or such, the land of the Ghouls touches it, so that they can move to and fro from the Dreamland to the waking world. After all, we bury our dead in the waking world, so it could not be otherwise.’
‘But you said you knew only of one gate between the worlds, in Central Asia?’
‘Only one
two-way gate. But the Ghoul-gates are not two-way, when you visit a graveyard in the waking world there’s no risk that you’ll stray into the Dreamland – but from the Dreamland, you may make a short foray into the waking world, provided that you do not wake up.’
‘And you think that there is a graveyard in the basement of Lubyanka?’ Skorzeny asked, arching an eyebrow.
‘It would make sense, according to Abwehr reports I’ve read, hundreds of people have gone into that place and have not come out. My guess is that there is a mass grave under the building, a place where they can get rid of corpses without the need to take them for a “walk”. And the Ghouls can hardly have failed to notice such an abundant supply of flesh… so I’m going to talk to them, maybe one of them can lead us to their gate into Lubyanka!’
With disgust etched into every line of his face, Skorzeny watched as SS-Sturmbannführer Günther Duhrn stood with one polished boot casually leaning on the rotting knee of the monstrous unearthed corpse and made polite conversation in the guttural language of the grave-robbing Ghouls of the Dreamland.