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Church of Starry Wisdom / CSW
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We have always been. We shall soon be. We are the ones who come after. We were also the first. Our voices echoed on the icy Plateau of Leng. Ours were the hands that brought doom to Sarnath. We shall unearth the eternal wisdom of the Outer Gods. On abyssal winds we sail for the stars. Iä! Iä!
History
Through history, our members have been many. Abdul Alhazred, the mad arab, was one. As was the long forgotten author of the Book of Eibon. As was the pharao Akenathen, the philosopher Antisthenes and the warrior king Richard Coeur de Lion. Gilgamesh was one of us. So was Caligula.
In its latest incarnation, the Church of Starry Wisdom was founded in 1844 (Old Terran Chronology) by the revered Enoch Bowen. Though our church’s main temple was located on the planet Earth, in the ancient city of Providence and the likewise ancient land of America, a number of sister-temples have spread across the galaxy.
Today, we are a galaxy-spanning society of likeminded seekers.
What do we seek?
Knowledge. Knowledge of those great beings who once were. Of the Old Ones. Of the Outer Gods. And of the unfathomable, maddening gulfs between the stars from whence they came.
Iä! Iä!
Manifesto
We are a society of seekers of knowledge. We travel the lightyears on a never-ending quest to learn those things that small-minded men have deemed dangerous, forbidden or just plain unknowable.
In tomes unearthed from scorching deserts, dark jungles or frigid wastes we find the words. In the patterns of the stars we find the way. In the words and the way lies the knowledge.
Iä! Iä!
Charter
I shall seek, with utmost diligence, that knowledge which has always been searched for.
I shall not fear, nor shield my eyes from, that which lesser men fear and abhorr.
I shall treat my fellow humans as the pieces of flesh that they are, prone to weakness and hurt.
I shall treat my fellow seekers as the humans that they are, but our knowledge shall leave lesser men in the dirt.
I shall at every time distill the knowledge and at every turn punish the flesh and the bone.
I shall always and ever praise the Outer Gods at their monuments of cyclopean stone.
Iä! Iä! The Crawling Chaos approaches!
Iä! Iä! We mortal beings are but roaches!
Beneath his cloven feet.
Our souls and minds are his to eat.
Iä! Iä!
