SOLD OUT

It's official, the second edition of Illustro Obscurum Volume IV is sold out! Keep your eye out for Volume V which should be for sale in two weeks.

Thanks everyone!!

News....

Hey guys! I know there wasn't a full week of monsters and the three that I did post were redrawings, but I wanted to give you something before the inevitable zine posting lull. The second edition of Illustro Obscurum Volume IV and the first edition of Illustro Obscurum Volume V will go on sale in the next two weeks. 

So officially, the Second Edition of Illustro Obscurum Volume IV goes on sale next Friday May 24th at 11am EST.  That means a lot of prep and assembly. Which also means no time for monsters.

I thought I'd give you another process post though so you can see what goes into making these guys.

 

This first pic is just to show what the pages look like when I get them from the printer.

This next shot shows how I tear them. There are guides on every page and if I'm careful I can stack up to six pages and tear them all at once without any mishaps.

Folding is the similar, where, if I'm careful, I can fold four pages at once without any errors or faulty creasing (also thanks to Sal from Peasant Magik for the second hand bone folder!). This is way trickier because the thicker the stack the harder it is to get a good crease throughout all the pages, plus the outside page may get weird damage from pressing so hard.

Then the final step (for the interior pages at least) is to assemble them in the proper order. If you know A Nightmare On Elm Street 3 at all, you can tell it took me about the length of the movie to finish prepping and assembling only 15 copies. 

I'll be getting the covers for these this week which will lead to more prep, assembly, stapling and taping.  Wish me luck! 

And don't forget the Second Edition of Illustro Obscurum Volume IV goes on sale next Friday May 24th at 11am EST. 

WORM PERSON

WORM PERSON

"Amid these hushed throngs I followed my voiceless guides; jostled by elbows that seemed preternaturally soft, and pressed by chests and stomachs that seemed abnormally pulpy;"

"It was a silent, shocking descent, and I observed after a horrible interval that the walls and steps were changing in nature, as if chiselled out of the solid rock. What mainly troubled me was that the myriad footfalls made no sound and set up no echoes."

H.P. Lovecraft, The Festival

 

 

DAGON

DAGON
"Vast, Polyphemus-like, and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its hideous head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. I think I went mad then."
H.P. Lovecraft, Dagon

"It was called, she said, "The Esoteric Order of Dagon", and was undoubtedly a debased, quasi-pagan thing imported from the East a century before, at a time when the Innsmouth fisheries seemed to be going barren."

"'All in the band of the faithful - Order o' Dagon - an' the children shud never die, but go back to the Mother Hydra an' Father Dagon what we all come from onct ... Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah-nagl fhtaga - '"
H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth

"Dagon his name, sea-monster, upward man
And downward fish; yet had his temple high"
John Milton, Paradise Lost

HECATE

HECATE
"Satan here held his Babylonish court, and in the blood of stainless childhood the leprous limbs of phosphorescent Lilith were laved. Incubi and succubae howled praise to Hecate, and headless moon-calves bleated to the Magna Mater."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Horror At Red Hook

 "Torch-bearing Hekate holy daughter of great-bosomed Nyx."
Bacchylides, The Poems and Fragments

"He (Odysseus) shall pour on the shore offerings for thee, unhappy one, fearing the anger of the three-necked goddess (Hekate), for that he shall hurl the first stone at thy (Hekabe's) stoning and begin the dark sacrifice to Haides."
Lycophron, The Alexandra

O three-formed (triformis) Hecate, and ye gods by whose divinity Jason swore to me ... I have yet curse more dire to call down on my husband – may he live."
Lucius Annaeus Senecca, Medea

"In appearance she was frightful, and serpents hung hissing around her shoulders."
Lewis Spence, An Encyclopedia Of Occultism

"Some people claimed that Hecate stood 100 feet tall and roamed the countryside with a pack of wild hounds."
Mysteries Of the Unknown-Witches and Witchcraft

News...

A few updates for you guys. There won't be any posts this week because I'm working onsome new monsters as you can see below! I've also been working on the second edition of Volume IV and the first edition of Volume V.

Not only that but I spent this weekend visiting locations from the original Friday the 13th in Blairstown NJ!

Left: Annie from Friday the 13th arriving in Blairstown NJ on her way to Camp Crystal Lake.
Right: Mike from Saturday the 4th arriving in Blairston NJ on his way to Camp Crystal Lake.

 

There will be some crazy updates next week, most of which will be Illustro Obscurum related and then hopefully, in two week's there'll be a weeks worth of monsters to post.

YOG-SOTHOTH

YOG-SOTHOTH

“Imagination called up the shocking form of fabulous Yog-Sothoth — only a congeries of iridescent globes, yet stupendous in its malign suggestiveness.”
H. P. Lovecraft, The Horror in the Museum

“Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.”

H. P. Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror

“...great globes of light massing toward the opening, and not alone these, but the breaking apart of the nearest globes, and the protoplasmic flesh that flowed blackly outward to join together and form that eldritch, hideous horror from outer space, that spawn of the blankness of primal time, that tentacled amorphous monster which was the lurker at the threshold, whose mask was as a congeries of iridescent globes, the noxious Yog-Sothoth, who froths as primal slime in nuclear chaos beyond the nethermost 

outposts of space and time!”

H.P. Lovecraft & August Derleth, The Lurker At the Threshold