Oh, right.

By the way, my nephew has started a blog, as well: seriouslyhatingit.blogspot.com .

She is quite a... cheerful person, isn't she? I wonder how it'll be like to have her living here.

She probably won't update the blog today, though, because she'll be on the road all day. I mean, on a bus, or something.

The Dying Man in Ancient Egipt

Sorry for being so late, had to fill in quite a lot of paperwork to be able to take care of my nephew and, as I have said before, this place is a mess and my house is huge. I found the notes and recording inside a room that hasn't been entered for years. I wonder how it got there...

Anyways, Ancient Egypt was a prosperous moment for the Dying Man, or at least one of its Shards. The Shard actually possessed pharaohs. This is why the process of mummification was created. When Hosts for this particular Shard died, they would quickly rot. This would eventually make it so that people would stay away from pharaohs at death, which would be the end of the Pharasite, as I have decided to call it. However, it saw dead animals dissecate in the sand, and engineered mummification.

Or at least that's the idea. To be honest, I found a recording in a trip to Egypt, presumably from the Shard itself, who apparently could survive inside a mummified body as an special power he had, which was also part of the recording, but it could all be bullshit. I have no actual, tangible evidence for this one, and seeing as I'm not exactly in the position to go abroad, I ay not ever find any.

Sorry for that.

I'm sorry for not updating in two weeks. I received more unexpected visitors, so I decided to hide away for a bit. Tends to happen every once in a while, a big pack of Proxies suddenly realize that I'm a man living by himself in a big house, think that I'm an easy prey and decide to come around. Slender Man ones this time. But they're all gone now, and I don't really remember the details. Oh, yeah, then I got another kind of unexpected visits. Actual... unexpected visits, not Proxies. Apparently my brother has died. I... don't really know how I feel about this. I mean, I never really knew him. He used to live with mom, while I lived with dad. He taught me about the Nameless, you know. My dad I mean.

But I'm ranting. Let's get to the point. My nephew is coming to live with me. We know each other even less. All I know is that she is a 15-year-old girl named Cathy. That's about it. Well, let's see how it all turns up.
I'll go look for my notes on... let's say... Ancient Egipt.

The Nameless on The Crusades

Ah, there we go. Took a while, but I found 'em. I really should tidy up this place. Of course, I didn't spend an entire day looking for the notes. I also received a pair of... unexpected visits. Now, let's see. We could start with... The Crusades, I suppose. It's as good a time as any other.

Now, the Crusades was a point of great power for The Archangel, of course. For those who don't know, the Archangel is the Fear of Religion and Cults. He lends himself well to followers, and can assume the form of anyone who has ever died. Some say he can bring people back from the dead, as zombies, but that's just hearsay. Others say that he is the afterlife. "Others", in this case, being a complete lunatic, who would later on become a proxy to The Slender Man, so the veracity of his claims are... debatable, to say the least.

During the Crusades, many knights pledged allegiance to the Archangel. It is believed that this was the beggining of the cult of the Timberwolves. The knights would fight for the Archangel, collecting treasure for it and, most importantly, fighting against the then-weak-Slenderman's proxies.

"We were chased by a group of Crusaders for days on end. They are as vicious as wolves, and do not stop untill their prey is dead. I am the last of my group, the rest were murdered with no mercy. They claim to be doing this in the name of some divine being who appears as a knight in full armor. I see them everywhere now, their eyes are mad with devotion. I think they found me! I have to-"

Unknown

1126

"The two sides, a small one, with knights with a circle crossed over on their shields, and a far bigger one, which's knights wore a coat of arms emblazoned with the symbol that has become known as The Star of the Archangel, clashed. Among the fog, not much could be seen, but the two leaders of the legions seemed to stand high above it. One was a tall, thin man with no face, donned in regal clothes. The other, a knight in armor, wielding a staff which proudly displayed the Star."

Sir Jonathan

1157

The Archangel appears to have been far more open about himself during this time. Of course, it would make sense, given that the Crusades was an era of religious fanaticism. The Archangel must have felt right at home, and as such, he seems to have amassed a great army. Of course, when the Renaissance arrived, he must have lost great power... but I'll post about that later. However, The Archangel wasn't the only Fear to have achieved grat power during those times.

The Choir is a Nameless with hardly a physical form, who appears as either a blur or as a grey fungus, and can distort sound and light, to make people believe anything. Someone may be nice and safe, lying in their bed, yet believe they were taken to a place from another world and are being constantly chased by werewolves, for instance. However, their regular modus operandi is torturing someone by changing what they listen, so as to make them believe that everyone hates them. The Choir will continue this until their victim is driven to suicide. They can also talk, in rare occasions. When they do, they sound as though their voices had static. This Nameless also had power during the Crusades, being referred to as "The Voice of The Angels":

"I have heard the Voice of The Angels, and now I am awake. This world is nothing more than torture and pain when I have tasted, if only for mere seconds, the pleasures of the Heavens. I shall depart now, for I cannot resist living here for one more moment. Goodbye."

Unknown Blacksmith

1135

The Choir seems to have acted differently during the times of the Crusades. Instead of driving people to suicide throug dispair, they showed them a glimpse of unimaginable pleasure, an claimed that it was a glance into the afterlife. The victim, overcome with the horror of not feeling such pleasure, would quickly take their life. Looking at their two methods accross the ages, I cannot say which is more horrifying: dying with the belief that nobody would miss you, or taking your life for a promise that would never come.

Anyways, these were the Nameless that had the most power during the Crusades. Of course, the other ones were still around at the time, but none was as big as those two.

A Word On Names

Before I start posting about the Fears in history, we first have to talk about Names.

Now, what is a Name? A Name, with capital letters, is not whatever your parents called you by, or whatever your friends call you by. These are just pseudonyms. A True Name is a couple of words, usually two or three, from a completely unknown language, that describes everything a person is. A Name changes with the person, it grows. It always remains, however, the same number of words. However, people tend not to know their True Names. It takes years of training to know yours. Knowing your Name gives you access to two great powers, one elemental, the other one different. It depends on the person. I have trained for years, and I know my Name. My powers are Lightning... and Names.

Yeah, I know, it sounds redundant. However, it is incredibly useful. Knowing somebody else's Name gives you complete and total control over them. That's why Named, such as myself, tend to hide our Names so dearly. If it got into the wrong hands, I'd be pretty much dead. That's also why I don't live inside a city, or a town, for instance. I'm still learning to control my powers, and I'd like to keep people's privacy. Of course, it's useful in the rare occasions when a proxy stumbles accross my isolated house.

And now, I'd suppose you are wandering about the forum's name. Why, yes Fears have no Name. That's what gives them such collosal powers. They can't be controlled by any thing. And if something doesn't have a name, it can't be understood. Sure, we give them names, such as the Rake, or the Slender Man, but those are just aliases. And while aliases do have some power, it's nothing compared to the amount of power contained in a Name.

Now, with that out of the way, let's get started. Where did I leave thos notes...

Welcome to Hell on Earth

The first thing I want to tell you is, if you don't know what this is about stop. You do not have to read this. Your life will be richer if you don't read this blog. You will be happier if you don't know what I'm talking about, the unspeakable horrors of this world.

I'll assume that those of you who stayed here already know about the commonly called "Fears". If any of you doesn't, this is your last chance to leave.

All right, so Fears, for those of you who didn't take my warnings at face value, are these horrible things, beyond the understanding of normal minds, such as mine or yours (assuming, of course that you are a normal human being). The word that is usually used to describe them is "eldritch". It means, literally, other worldly or weird, although, when related with the Fears, it is used with another, related definition: Not understandable.

Now, many people are hunted by the Fears, they tend to run away from them, and they never stop. A life in the run. These people are called runners. However, just like there are humans who run away from the creatures, there also bastards that serve them. They are usually called proxies, although there are variations on the name depending on the particular Fear.

Now, to the point of this blog: most runners believe that the Fears, while not new by any stretch of the word, have only started to attack humans relatively recently. But that's wrong. I have ran extensive investigation, and I have material that proves that runners have existed for thousands of years. I will use this blog to post about the many eras in which the Fears have tormented mankind. And trust me, it'll be quite a journey.