Malformed and seething with rage this demon slinks through the trees at the dead of night. It echoes dark voices and sharp screams. And Randolph Carter, lone and godlike, sees a jagged rock in the swamp and flees madly through the trees toward the west. The Thing V. The Elder Ones and the Vale of Pnoth In a lonely farm-house far south of Pnoth lies the ancient and accursed vale of Pnoth. It is said that this is where Ngranek, the accursed stone, was wrought and fashioned, and that on the summits of Hatheg-Kla he dwelt in a cyclopean tower until his half-deserted kinfolk drove him out and threw him down the vertiginous slope into the valley. Very few still remember him, for only a few of the squat, moss-grown stones still point to him; but because he is shunned he has never been wholly extirpated from the countryside. Fate and the Other Gods No book of the Elder Ones has survived which tells of the stopping of the great white bird, or the beginning of the age of the dryads, but many things have been learned from the Old Ones before the coming of the men of the north.