Little Cairo is a haunted city. Two-fisted adventurers, sinister spies and corrupt bureaucrats share the city with the remnants of dying races, agents of Eldritch powers and the restless dead.
Malign spirits haunt the shadows of shunned alleys, cellars and crypts...
...striking down the curious and the foolhardy with horrid crushing strength or with pure terror...
"Marian, Don't Look at it!"
The shade of some denizen of Little Cairo rises out of the dust of two thousand years...
Shapeless forms stir in hell and make their way into the shadowed streets of Little Cairo!
"Hybrid Children watch the sea, pray for Father, roaming free..."
In dark tombs and forgotten temples hidden beneath the steets, the Hybrid Children of Great Cthulhu plot and scheme. Products of a mating between a Cthulhu Spawn and a human female, the Hybrid Children gather humanity's lost souls under their sway, forming blasphemous cults whose every effort is aimed at bringing about the return of their mighty father.
This Hybrid Child priest prepares for a sanguine sacrificial ritual...can our heroes stop him before it's too late? Well...no.
Awakened from the sleep of centuries by vile cultists, an ancient curse, or just really bad luck, the Pharoah Rummitep stalks the lightless corridors of his Pyramid, thirsting for revenge on those who condemned him to a living death...
...or maybe all those moderns who have decided to help themselves to his rightful Kingdom!
Deep beneath the dirty streets of Little Cairo are innumerable tangled hallways, corridors and passages, remnants of the subterranean dwellings of races who were dying before man descended from the trees. In the lightless, echoing halls and chambers of their ancient abodes, they brood upon the passage of the milennia, dreaming of past glories and plotting a future resurgence.
Once encountered by the Hero Conan when Egypt was still known as Stygia, Akivasha, the eternally youthful and beautiful Vampire Queen of the dead still dwells in her palatial tomb deep beneath the crowded streets of Little Cairo. King Conan has been dead for eleven thousand years, but a mile beneath the earth, Queen Akivasha "lives" on...
Perhaps the last vestige of her long vanished race, the Lamia shares the eternal, echoing darkness with Akivasha, dreaming the dreams of the Black Lotus and and occasionally accepting the sacrifices of her handful of devoted human cultists...
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange Aeons, even death may die!"
