From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such a terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
S'glhuo is another dimension that only exists in our dimension as sound. In certain places, such as the plain in the Severn Valley, the dimension overlaps into our own, creating the effect of walking through jelly. Sounds from our world correspond to objects in S'glhuo, and sounds in our world can create things both living and non-living in S'glhuo. The location in the Severn Valley corresponds to a city of pillars on a planet composed of sound. It is implied there are other planets made of sound in S'glhuo and that the dimension is home to Tru'Nembra, an Outer God made from pure sound. In S'glhuo, our dimension is only perceptible as odour. Details on S'glhuo are given in the Revelations of Glaaki, along with a plans for a machine to contact the S'ghluoans.
Crafting of a Avatar
Within the dark cellar of what many sane men would call a mad wizard there lay a suit of leather. Made of many skins of victims long forgotten about. And it would be the dream of this mad worker of wills that it shall be filled with a fragment of a being outside of our realms. A thing so powerful that only a small bit can be pushed into the limited spaces of our worlds.
The night was like many on the island. But in the quite hours before dawn a scream echos out across the grassy patch of land. Echo and echo again like some moment repeating it self over and over. It would be days before an group form the Circle of Thorns would come there. Seeking they would come for the source of a great power they felt unleashed. Onto the cabin they would come and beyond the tightly shut and bar door. Down the stone steps to the chamber below. The reminds of the once mad wizard still hanging on the walls. And there on the table his last work completed. The leather and chains ripple and move straining to hold in what was called into this world. The group would laugh for they had found the source and it would be a great weapon for there cause.
But the screams would echo. Echo and echo again like some moment repeating it self over and over.
Tru'Nembra or at lest this worldly avatar of the outer god would find its way from that place weaken in its new form. It would come to rest in the Isles close by. And there it would seek out bits and peaces. Sounds and Snippets. And it would start to rebuild and seek its freedom from this realm of limited ways.
Currently The avatar of Tru'Nembra is seeking sounds within this world. Bits and pieces that will be added to itself. A whisper here, a echo there, the voice of a child, or the last ring of a bell. These will never be heard again. But each will add to the whole that is the avatar. Once complete it will seek to leave this realm.
Silver Key An avatar of Yog-sothoth, the keeper of space/time.
The Masks of Nyarlathotep seems this Avatar is one of many others.