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''The Annals of Leng'' originates in ''[[H.P. Lovecraft's Dreamlands]]'' RPG sourcebook.

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On the walls of the corridors were painted frightful scenes older than history, and in a style unknown to the archaeologists of earth. After countless aeons their pigments were brilliant still, for the cold and dryness of hideous Leng keep alive many primal things. Carter saw them fleetingly in the rays of that dim and moving lamp, and shuddered at the tale they told.  Through those archaic frescoes Leng's annals stalked; and the horned, hooved, and wide-mouthed almost-humans danced evilly amidst forgotten cities. There were scenes of old wars, wherein Leng's almost-humans fought with the bloated purple spiders of the neighbouring vales; and there were scenes also of the coming of the black galleys from the moon, and of the submission of Leng's people to the polypous and amorphous blasphemies that hopped and floundered and wriggled out of them. Those slippery greyish-white blasphemies they worshipped as gods....
<br>— [[H.P. Lovecraft]], ''[[Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath (fiction)]]''
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A pictorial history of the civilization of [[Plateau of Leng|Leng]], one of the oldest in the Dreamlands, originally painted on the interior walls of a [[Monastery of Leng|stone monastery in the Dreamland of Leng]].  

Through those archaic frescoes Leng's annals stalk; and the horned, hooved, and wide-mouthed [[Man of Leng|almost-humans]] danced evilly amidst forgotten cities. There were scenes of old wars, wherein Leng's almost-humans fought with the [[Leng Spider|bloated purple spiders]] of the [[Vales of the Spiders|neighbouring vales]]; and there were scenes also of the coming of the [[Black Galley]]s from [[Lunar Dreamland#City_of_the_Moonbeasts|the moon]], and of the submission of Leng's people to the [[Moonbeast|polypous and amorphous blasphemies]] that hopped and floundered and wriggled out of the galleys. Those slippery greyish-white blasphemies the Lengites worshipped as gods, nor ever complained when scores of their best and fatted males were taken away in the Black Galleys. The monstrous moon-beasts also made a camp on a [[Nameless_Rock|jagged isle in the sea]], a stop where they could prepare for trade with neighboring lands of men, disguising their almost-human slaves in turbans and peculiar shoes and hiding in the bowels of ships that would trade rubies and other lunar treasures for fatted human captives destined for the moon-things' tables back home.

And in those antique frescoes is shown primal Sarkomand, the great seaport and capital of the almost-humans, whose ruins had bleached for a million years before the first true human saw the light, which now lay in ruins, but in ancient times stood proud and pillared betwixt the cliffs and the basalt wharves, and wondrous with high fanes and carven palaces. Great gardens and columned streets led from the cliffs and from each of the six sphinx-crowned gates to a vast central plaza, and in that plaza was a pair of winged colossal lions guarding the top of a subterrene staircase that leads down from the Dreamland of Inganok into the depths of the [[Underworld]], even unto the [[Great Abyss]].  Other views show the gaunt [[Grey Barrier Peaks|grey peaks]] dividing Leng from [[Inganok]], and the monstrous [[Shantak|Shantak-birds]] that build nests on the ledges half way up, and they show likewise the curious caves near the very topmost pinnacles, and how even the boldest of the Shantaks [[Nightgaunt|fly screaming away]] from them.

===Original Murals===
* Author: unknown [[Plateau of Leng|Lengish]] artist
* Language: none (pictorial)
* Date: unknown
* Number of known copies (if rare): unknown
* Last known location of surviving copies (if rare): unknown
* Study:  18 weeks
* Sanity loss: 1/1D4
* Cthulhu Mythos: +1
* Dream Lore: +5
* Spells: none

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* setting:  [[Dreamlands]]
* location:  [[Plateau of Leng]]
* cult: [[Nyarlathotep]] and the [[Outer Gods|Other Gods]] (the [[High-Priest Not to be Described]], which wears a yellow silken mask over its face and prays to the Other Gods and their crawling chaos Nyarlathotep)
* race: [[Man of Leng]]
* race: [[Moonbeast]]
* race: [[Shantak]]
* race: [[Nightgaunt]]

==Appearances==
* fiction:  [[H.P. Lovecraft]], ''[[Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath (fiction)]]''
* sourcebook: [[H.P. Lovecraft's Dreamlands]], 5th edition

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On the walls of the corridors were painted frightful scenes older than history, and in a style unknown to the archaeologists of earth. After countless aeons their pigments were brilliant still, for the cold and dryness of hideous Leng keep alive many primal things. Carter saw them fleetingly in the rays of that dim and moving lamp, and shuddered at the tale they told.
</br>Through those archaic frescoes Leng's annals stalked; and the horned, hooved, and wide-mouthed almost-humans danced evilly amidst forgotten cities. There were scenes of old wars, wherein Leng's almost-humans fought with the bloated purple spiders of the neighbouring vales; and there were scenes also of the coming of the black galleys from the moon, and of the submission of Leng's people to the polypous and amorphous blasphemies that hopped and floundered and wriggled out of them. Those slippery greyish-white blasphemies they worshipped as gods, nor ever complained when scores of their best and fatted males were taken away in the black galleys. The monstrous moon-beasts made their camp on a jagged isle in the sea, and Carter could tell from the frescoes that this was none other than the lone nameless rock he had seen when sailing to Inganok; that grey accursed rock which Inganok's seamen shun, and from which vile howlings reverberate all through the night.
</br>And in those frescoes was shewn the great seaport and capital of the almost-humans; proud and pillared betwixt the cliffs and the basalt wharves, and wondrous with high fanes and carven places. Great gardens and columned streets led from the cliffs and from each of the six sphinx-crowned gates to a vast central plaza, and in that plaza was a pair of winged colossal lions guarding the top of a subterrene staircase. Again and again were those huge winged lions shewn, their mighty flanks of diorite glistening in the grey twilight of the day and the cloudy phosphorescence of the night. And as Carter stumbled past their frequent and repeated pictures it came to him at last what indeed they were, and what city it was that the almost-humans had ruled so anciently before the coming of the black galleys. There could be no mistake, for the legends of dreamland are generous and profuse. Indubitably that primal city was no less a place than storied Sarkomand, whose ruins had bleached for a million years before the first true human saw the light, and whose twin titan lions guard eternally the steps that lead down from dreamland to the Great Abyss.
</br>Other views shewed the gaunt grey peaks dividing Leng from Inganok, and the monstrous shantak-birds that build nests on the ledges half way up. And they shewed likewise the curious caves near the very topmost pinnacles, and how even the boldest of the shantaks fly screaming away from them. Carter had seen those caves when he passed over them, and had noticed their likeness to the caves on Ngranek. Now he knew that the likeness was more than a chance one, for in these pictures were shewn their fearsome denizens; and those bat-wings, curving horns, barbed tails, prehensile paws, and rubbery bodies were not strange to him. He had met those silent, flitting, and clutching creatures before; those mindless guardians of the Great Abyss whom even the Great Ones fear, and who own not Nyarlathotep but hoary Nodens as their lord. For they were the dreaded night-gaunts, who never laugh or smile because they have no faces, and who flop unendingly in the dark betwixt the Vale of Pnath and the passes to the outer world.
<br>— [[H.P. Lovecraft]], ''[[Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath (fiction)]]''
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