"Mabufula\nPatrecarm\nEstoma"@en . . . . "948"^^ . . "10"^^ . "Dagon is the patriarch of the Deep Ones and god to the people of Innsmouth. Often called \"Father Dagon\" by his followers, he and Mother Hydra rule over the mysterious aquatic race, working towards unknown goals. Dagon is absolutely colossal, described as towering over 30 stories high (an average of 330 feet/100.584 meters). Because of his abnormal size and aloof nature, it is unknown whether Dagon is simply a gargantuan Deep One who acts as father of his race, or if he is actually a Great Old One similar to Cthulhu."@en . "Dagon is capable of creating powerful storms."@en . "250"^^ . . "Dagon \u2014 This underwater being is worshiped by vodyanoi and a small sect of humans as a god who awaits at the lake bottom for the right configuration of stars so that it may return to land to wreak havoc. Since it uncertain when this will come (or if it will come at all), it whiles the time away terrorizing all who live both under the water's surface and on land nearby."@en . "66"^^ . "47"^^ . . "Dagon Antennae"@en . . . "p\u00F3\u0142b\u00F3g"@pl . . "Single"@en . "\"Dagon\""@de . "45"^^ . "30.0"^^ . . "possible when you're with me."@en . . "82"^^ . "26"^^ . . "33"^^ . . . "right|Dagon Dieser Unterwassergott und eine Meereskreatur wird sowohl von den Wodjanoi als auch von einer Sekte der Menschen angebetet. Er wartet auf dem Meeresgrund auf die richtige Konstellation der Sterne. Da es nicht so sicher ist wann (oder ob) dies eintreten wird, begn\u00FCgt er sich derweilen damit, jene Lebewesen unter sowie \u00FCber Wasser zu terrorisieren. So etwas kann Geralt nicht dulden und beschliest den Glibbergott zu vernichten."@de . "Dagon was originally a Middle Eastern fertility god, though once these beliefs adapted to Hebrews he evolved into a major northwest Semitic god, reportedly of fish and/or fishing, although this notion may be the result of a mistranslation in old texts. He was worshipped by the early Amorites and by the inhabitants of the cities of Ebla (modern Tell Mardikh, Syria) and Ugarit (modern Ras Shamra, Syria) (which was an ancient city near the Mediterranean Sea containing a large variety of ancient writings and pagan shrines). He was also a major member, or perhaps head, of the pantheon of the Biblical Philistines."@en . "Quand Dagon foulera la terre, la destruction le suivra partout"@fr . . . "18"^^ . "32"^^ . . "Vile"@en . "47"^^ . "4"^^ . . "52"^^ . "40.0"^^ . "Octohair"@en . . "Amoeba Fang"@en . "Amoeba Fang"@en . "0"^^ . "Dagon"@de . "56"^^ . "Dagon"@en . "Dagon sind ein Nutzgegenstand aus DotA und Dota 2."@de . "Human"@en . "Cavalry Call"@en . "Chaos, Destruction, Evil, Water"@en . "A large, deep sea creature that inhabits the ocean surrounding the Ship Graveyard some distance from Nirva Island. It appears as a gigantic blue dragon/seahorse looking creature, towering high above the average height of humans. It has a rainbow pattern on its fins, as well as four additional appendages resembling arms. While being an apparent aquatic creature, it has shown ability to remain out of the water for some time, leading one to believe that it is either an air breathing creature, or it can breathe in and out of water equally."@en . . "4"^^ . "Dagon.jpg"@de . . "7"^^ . . "Amoeba Fluid"@en . . . . "Dagon est un dieu, il ne peut donc pas mourir"@fr . "20"^^ . . . "Daggen"@en . . . . "2782"^^ . "31"^^ . . . "Dagon est une cr\u00E9ature mythique qui, selon la l\u00E9gende, repose au fond d\u2019un lac pr\u00E8s du village des Eaux-Troubles"@fr . . . . . . "Dagon (1917)by H. P. Lovecraft Story copied from the Wikisource. I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realize, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death."@en . "Dagon ist ein uralter Obyrith, ein D\u00E4mon von unglaublicher Macht und Ehrgeiz. Er geh\u00F6rt jener Rasse von D\u00E4monen an, welche einstmals die Tanar'ri als Sklaven hielten und \u00FCber den Abgrund und dar\u00FCber hinaus herrschten."@de . . . "Zionga\nTarunda\nMarin Karin"@en . "Monster Rancher 2: Its hard body can even resist the pressures in the deep ocean."@en . . "Being one of the deities responsible for the ascension process of the lichs of Mictlan, Dagon uses a set of similar, but usually more powerful, skills as the lichs do."@en . "File:Dagon-Elph.gif Write the text of your article here!"@en . . "Presumably Hylian"@en . "Map 5: Beyond The Legend"@en . . . "Dark"@en . "Acid Burn"@en . "true"@en . "Relaxing Herb"@en . "66"^^ . "Amoeba Rawhide"@en . . . . "4"^^ . "Dagon"@pl . "Dagon"@it . . "102634"^^ . "Dagon is the co-owner of the Midnight Breath Tavern in Vasselheim. As an NPC, Dagon is played by Matthew Mercer."@en . "7"^^ . "Dagon was originally a Middle Eastern fertility god, though once these beliefs adapted to Hebrews he evolved into a major northwest Semitic god, reportedly of fish and/or fishing, although this notion may be the result of a mistranslation in old texts. He was worshipped by the early Amorites and by the inhabitants of the cities of Ebla (modern Tell Mardikh, Syria) and Ugarit (modern Ras Shamra, Syria) (which was an ancient city near the Mediterranean Sea containing a large variety of ancient writings and pagan shrines). He was also a major member, or perhaps head, of the pantheon of the Biblical Philistines."@en . "The Fifth Path"@en . . . "Prince of the Depths"@en . "Unrevealed"@en . "11"^^ . "Amoeba Antennae"@en . "Forgotten God"@en . "75"^^ . . . . . "Static Shock"@en . . "Dagon is a powerful sorcerer who commands an army of moblins, bulbins, and miniblins. He's a withered old man who enjoys causing others to suffer. Often by attacking friends or family. His motives are unknown to all but himself, and sometimes even he doesn't know what he's going to do."@en . . "1"^^ . "58"^^ . . . "Dagon was a major northwest Semitic god, reportedly of fish and/or fishing. He was worshipped by the early Amorites and by the inhabitants of the cities of Ebla and Ugarit (which was an ancient city near the Mediterranean containing a large variety of ancient writings and pagan shrines). He was also a major member, or perhaps head, of the pantheon of the Biblical Philistines."@en . "Ramiel \u2020"@en . "13000.0"^^ . . . "47"^^ . "114908.0"^^ . . "2915"^^ . "1196697"^^ . . "Dagon is the patriarch of the Deep Ones and god to the people of Innsmouth. Often called \"Father Dagon\" by his followers, he and Mother Hydra rule over the mysterious aquatic race, working towards unknown goals. Dagon is absolutely colossal, described as towering over 30 stories high (an average of 330 feet/100.584 meters). Because of his abnormal size and aloof nature, it is unknown whether Dagon is simply a gargantuan Deep One who acts as father of his race, or if he is actually a Great Old One similar to Cthulhu."@en . . "Protector of Kelly Kline"@en . "Curebulb"@en . . . "31"^^ . . "Older"@en . . "1"^^ . . "21"^^ . "It's not nice to fight, is it?"@en . "0"^^ . "Bria"@en . "unbekannt"@de . "TP"@en . "Dark-Chaos"@en . "y"@en . . "Hex Comadeus\nAquadeus\nDistract\nAquablast\nFrenzy\nCountdown"@en . . . . . "Dagon was a Rodian pilot of an A-Wing in the Pirate Squadron."@en . . "y"@en . . "Bald"@en . "81"^^ . "5"^^ . "74"^^ . . . . "Caster"@de . "capture"@en . . . . "Male"@en . . "Amoeba Rawhide"@en . "56"^^ . "Dagon"@en . "Staff_of_Wizardry;Null_Talisman;Rezept"@de . "Dagon is a sizeable, superbly developed, and ancient nation at 1505 days old with citizens primarily of Caucasian ethnicity whose religion is Voodoo. Its technology is first rate and its citizens marvel at the astonishing advancements within their nation. Its citizens pay extremely high taxes and many despise their government as a result. The citizens of Dagon work diligently to produce Fish and Coal as tradable resources for their nation. It is an aggressive country that some say has an itch for war. It believes nuclear weapons are necessary for the security of its people. The military of Dagon has been positioned at all border crossings and is arresting all drug traffickers. Dagon allows its citizens to protest their government but uses a strong police force to monitor things and arrest "@en . "2720"^^ . . . . "1250"^^ . "File:TS Warp.gifWarp"@en . . "Turquoise"@en . . . "When Dagon ventures out on land, destruction follows him"@en . "37"^^ . "34"^^ . "Flash Arrow"@en . . "Necropolis"@en . . "Lytic Attack"@en . "262"^^ . "58"^^ . . "Zombie"@en . . . "#fff"@pl . . . . "It's, like, I'm not even"@en . "28"^^ . . "12"^^ . "Paralysis"@en . "43"^^ . "[Dagon as depicted by Justin Sweet in \"Dreams of a Distant Dagon\"|http://monsterism.tumblr.com/post/1508179350/justin-sweet-dreams-of-a-distant-dagon-lovecraft]"@en . "Dagon"@en . . "12"^^ . "21"^^ . . . "According to an ancient legend \u2014 Dagon secretions"@en . "292"^^ . "Eclipse"@en . "Dagon is a sizeable, superbly developed, and ancient nation at 1505 days old with citizens primarily of Caucasian ethnicity whose religion is Voodoo. Its technology is first rate and its citizens marvel at the astonishing advancements within their nation. Its citizens pay extremely high taxes and many despise their government as a result. The citizens of Dagon work diligently to produce Fish and Coal as tradable resources for their nation. It is an aggressive country that some say has an itch for war. It believes nuclear weapons are necessary for the security of its people. The military of Dagon has been positioned at all border crossings and is arresting all drug traffickers. Dagon allows its citizens to protest their government but uses a strong police force to monitor things and arrest lawbreakers. It has an open border policy, but in order for immigrants to remain in the country they will have to become citizens first. Dagon believes in the freedom of speech and feels that it is every citizen's right to speak freely about their government. The government gives foreign aid when it can, but looks to take care of its own people first. Dagon will trade with other nations with questionable ethical treatment of their citizens but prefers to keep such trade agreements a secret."@en . "Dagon."@pl . . "File:Dagon-Elph.gif Write the text of your article here!"@en . . "Water"@en . "4524.65"^^ . "Little fish; diminutive from dag = a fish, the fish-god; the national god of the Philistines (Judg. 16:23). This idol had the body of a fish with the head and hands of a man. It was an Assyrio-Babylonian deity, the worship of which was introduced among the Philistines through Chaldea. The most famous of the temples of Dagon were at Gaza (Judg. 16:23-30) and Ashdod (1 Sam. 5:1-7)."@en . . "1153"^^ . . . "Dagon is a deity, so he can not be killed"@en . "Alex Ross"@en . . . "Dagon was a major northwest Semitic god, reportedly of grain and agriculture. He was worshiped by the early Amorites and by the inhabitants of the cities of Ebla and Ugarit. He was also a major member, or perhaps head, of the pantheon of the Biblical Philistines. The Hebrew Bible, in an attempt to vilify the opposing religion, narrates that his temple was destroyed by a human sacrifice for him, Samson. Dagon's appearance as a sea monster in the series was likely inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's depiction of the figure, before archaeologists learned more about him."@en . . "Maragi\nAgilao\nAgi"@en . "Great Old Ones"@en . "I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death. It was in one of the most open and least frequented parts of the broad Pacific that the packet of which I was supercargo fell a victim to the German sea-raider. The great war was then at its very beginning, and the ocean forces of the Hun had not completely sunk to their later degradation; so that our vessel was made legitimate prize, whilst we of her crew were treated with all the fairness and consideration due us as naval prisoners. So liberal, indeed, was the discipline of our captors, that five days after we were taken I managed to escape alone in a small boat with water and provisions for a good length of time. When I finally found myself adrift and free, I had but little idea of my surroundings. Never a competent navigator, I could only guess vaguely by the sun and stars that I was somewhat south of the equator. Of the longitude I knew nothing, and no island or coast-line was in sight. The weather kept fair, and for uncounted days I drifted aimlessly beneath the scorching sun; waiting either for some passing ship, or to be cast on the shores of some habitable land. But neither ship nor land appeared, and I began to despair in my solitude upon the heaving vastnesses of unbroken blue. The change happened whilst I slept. Its details I shall never know; for my slumber, though troubled and dream-infested, was continuous. When at last I awaked, it was to discover myself half sucked into a slimy expanse of hellish black mire which extended about me in monotonous undulations as far as I could see, and in which my boat lay grounded some distance away. Though one might well imagine that my first sensation would be of wonder at so prodigious and unexpected a transformation of scenery, I was in reality more horrified than astonished; for there was in the air and in the rotting soil a sinister quality which chilled me to the very core. The region was putrid with the carcasses of decaying fish, and of other less describable things which I saw protruding from the nasty mud of the unending plain. Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity. There was nothing within hearing, and nothing in sight save a vast reach of black slime; yet the very completeness of the stillness and homogeneity of the landscape oppressed me with a nauseating fear. The sun was blazing down from a sky which seemed to me almost black in its cloudless cruelty; as though reflecting the inky marsh beneath my feet. As I crawled into the stranded boat I realised that only one theory could explain my position. Through some unprecedented volcanic upheaval, a portion of the ocean floor must have been thrown to the surface, exposing regions which for innumerable millions of years had lain hidden under unfathomable watery depths. So great was the extent of the new land which had risen beneath me, that I could not detect the faintest noise of the surging ocean, strain my ears as I might. Nor were there any sea-fowl to prey upon the dead things. For several hours I sat thinking or brooding in the boat, which lay upon its side and afforded a slight shade as the sun moved across the heavens. As the day progressed, the ground lost some of its stickiness, and seemed likely to dry sufficiently for travelling purposes in a short time. That night I slept but little, and the next day I made for myself a pack containing food and water, preparatory to an overland journey in search of the vanished sea and possible rescue. On the third morning I found the soil dry enough to walk upon with ease. The odour of the fish was maddening; but I was too much concerned with graver things to mind so slight an evil, and set out boldly for an unknown goal. All day I forged steadily westward, guided by a far-away hummock which rose higher than any other elevation on the rolling desert. That night I encamped, and on the following day still travelled toward the hummock, though that object seemed scarcely nearer than when I had first espied it. By the fourth evening I attained the base of the mound which turned out to be much higher than it had appeared from a distance, an intervening valley setting it out in sharper relief from the general surface. Too weary to ascend, I slept in the shadow of the hill. I know not why my dreams were so wild that night; but ere the waning and fantastically gibbous moon had risen far above the eastern plain, I was awake in a cold perspiration, determined to sleep no more. Such visions as I had experienced were too much for me to endure again. And in the glow of the moon I saw how unwise I had been to travel by day. Without the glare of the parching sun, my journey would have cost me less energy; indeed, I now felt quite able to perform the ascent which had deterred me at sunset. Picking up my pack , I started for the crest of the eminence. I have said that the unbroken monotony of the rolling plain was a source of vague horror to me; but I think my horror was greater when I gained the summit of the mound and looked down the other side into an immeasurable pit or canyon, whose black recesses the moon had not yet soard high enough to illuminate. I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night. Through my terror ran curious reminiscences of Paradise Lost, and of Satan's hideous climb through the unfashioned realms of darkness. As the moon climbed higher in the sky, I began to see that the slopes of the valley were not quite so perpendicular as I had imagined. Ledges and outcroppings of rock afforded fairly easy foot-holds for a descent, whilst after a drop of a few hundred feet, the declivity became very gradual. Urged on by an impulse which I cannot definitely analyse, I scrambled with difficulty down the rocks and stood on the gentler slope beneath, gazing into the Stygian deeps where no light had yet penetrated. All at once my attention was captured by a vast and singular object on the opposite slope, which rose steeply about an hundred yards ahead of me; an object that gleamed whitely in the newly bestowed rays of the ascending moon. That it was merely a gigantic piece of stone, I soon assured myself; but I was conscious of a distinct impression that its contour and position were not altogether the work of Nature. A closer scrutiny filled me with sensations I cannot express; for despite its enormous magnitude, and its position in an abyss which had yawned at the bottom of the sea since the world was young, I perceived beyond a doubt that the strange object was a well-shaped monolith whose massive bulk had known the workmanship and perhaps the worship of living and thinking creatures. Dazed and frightened, yet not without a certain thrill of the scientist\u2019s or archaeologist\u2019s delight, I examined my surroundings more closely. The moon, now near the zenith, shone weirdly and vividly above the towering steeps that hemmed in the chasm, and revealed the fact that a far-flung body of water flowed at the bottom, winding out of sight in both directions, and almost lapping my feet as I stood on the slope. Across the chasm, the wavelets washed the base of the Cyclopean monolith; on whose surface I could now trace both inscriptions and crude sculptures. The writing was in a system of hieroglyphics unknown to me, and unlike anything I had ever seen in books; consisting for the most part of conventionalised aquatic symbols such as fishes, eels, octopi, crustaceans, molluscs, whales, and the like. Several characters obviously represented marine things which are unknown to the modern world, but whose decomposing forms I had observed on the ocean-risen plain. It was the pictorial carving, however, that did most to hold me spellbound. Plainly visible across the intervening water on account of their enormous size, were an array of bas-reliefs whose subjects would have excited the envy of Dor\u00E9. I think that these things were supposed to depict men\u2014at least, a certain sort of men; though the creatures were shewn disporting like fishes in waters of some marine grotto, or paying homage at some monolithic shrine which appeared to be under the waves as well. Of their faces and forms I dare not speak in detail; for the mere remembrance makes me grow faint. Grotesque beyond the imagination of a Poe or a Bulwer, they were damnably human in general outline despite webbed hands and feet, shockingly wide and flabby lips, glassy, bulging eyes, and other features less pleasant to recall. Curiously enough, they seemed to have been chiselled badly out of proportion with their scenic background; for one of the creatures was shewn in the act of killing a whale represented as but little larger than himself. I remarked, as I say, their grotesqueness and strange size, but in a moment decided that they were merely the imaginary gods of some primitive fishing or seafaring tribe; some tribe whose last descendant had perished eras before the first ancestor of the Piltdown or Neanderthal Man was born. Awestruck at this unexpected glimpse into a past beyond the conception of the most daring anthropologist, I stood musing whilst the moon cast queer reflections on the silent channel before me. Then suddenly I saw it. With only a slight churning to mark its rise to the surface, the thing slid into view above the dark waters. Vast, Polyphemus-like, and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its hideous head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. I think I went mad then. Of my frantic ascent of the slope and cliff, and of my delirious journey back to the stranded boat, I remember little. I believe I sang a great deal, and laughed oddly when I was unable to sing. I have indistinct recollections of a great storm some time after I reached the boat; at any rate, I know that I heard peals of thunder and other tones which Nature utters only in her wildest moods. When I came out of the shadows I was in a San Francisco hospital; brought thither by the captain of the American ship which had picked up my boat in mid-ocean. In my delirium I had said much, but found that my words had been given scant attention. Of any land upheaval in the Pacific, my rescuers knew nothing; nor did I deem it necessary to insist upon a thing which I knew they could not believe. Once I sought out a celebrated enthnologist, and amused him with peculiar questions regarding the ancient Philistine legend of Dagon, the Fish-God; but soon perceiving that he was hopelessly conventional, I did not press my inquiries. It is at night, especially when the moon is gibbous and waning, that I see the thing. I tried morphine; but the drug has given only transient surcease, and has drawn me into its clutches as a hopeless slave. So now I am to end it all, having written a full account for the information or the contemptuous amusement of my fellow-men. Often I ask myself if it could not all have been a pure phantasm\u2014a mere freak of fever as I lay sun-stricken and raving in the open boat after my escape from the German man-of-war. This I ask myself, but ever does there come before me a hideously vivid vision in reply. I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshipping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on the submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind\u2014of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium. The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!"@en . . "\"In Critters we trust\""@en . . . . "Dagon is a demon lord, also called Prince of the Depths. His realm is the 89th layer of the Abyss, and is known as Shadowsea. Dagon is an obyrith. Dagon is first mentioned in the first edition Dungeons & Dragons sourcebook Monster Manual II, where it is said in passing that he rules a liquid layer dominated by marine dretches, hezrous, krakens, and horrible fish-monsters."@en . . . . . . . . "R"@en . "Matthew Mercer"@en . "Flat"@en . . "Yikes... I've never seen"@en . "Great Old One"@en . . "Fish-like appearance"@en . "none"@en . . . . "215073"^^ . . "\u00FCbernat\u00FCrliche Kr\u00E4fte"@de . "Azazel \u2020"@en . "His name appears in Hebrew as \u05D3\u05D2\u05D5\u05DF (in modern transcription Dagon, Tiberian Hebrew D\u0101\u1E21\u00F4n), in Ugaritic as dgn (probably vocalized as Dagnu), and in Akkadian as Dagana, Daguna usually rendered in English translations as Dagan. he is a fish like monster ending in a mass of otopus tendris while his is isectid with sharp catish whiskers and lime green eyes"@en . "Faerie Fang"@en . "6"^^ . "32"^^ . . "39"^^ . "71"^^ . "Large Fang"@en . "Amoeba Family"@en . . "46"^^ . . . . "739.0"^^ . "53"^^ . . . "Few ever see this gentle, meek sea goddess, but good luck comes to those who do."@en . . . . . "61"^^ . . "false"@en . "3190"^^ . "English"@en . "1402"^^ . . "Commander Dagon is the head guard in the employ of Maer Alveron. He killed Caudicus, the arcanist who was poisoning the Maer. Dagon was described to be bald and ferocious in his mannerisms. Maer Alveron said to Kvothe that 'Dagon would raze half the eld to catch those bandits' which is what suggests his determination and loyalty to Maer Alveron. He is stoic and can carry out entire conversations only saying 'yes'. His presence raises the hackles on Kvothe and unsettles Stapes. The Maer refers to him as his 'mad dog on a short leash'."@en . . "began as a Northwest Semitic (Akkadian, Assyrian, Babylonian) Mesopotamian fertility god and evolved into a major Northwest Semitic god of grain as well as fish/fishing. The grain is thought to represent fertility. He was worshiped in a large, geographical area, from Mesopotamia to Syria, by the Amorites and the cities of Ebla and Ugarit. He was possibly a major deity in the pantheon of the Philistines. Dagon first appears in the Mari texts around 2500 BC."@en . "Water"@en . . . "The Shadow in the Sea"@en . "Voodoo"@en . "Mudoon\nMaha Aqua\nMarin Karin\nMaha Aques\nOoabare\nCountdown"@en . . "Ksi\u0105\u017C\u0119 G\u0142\u0119bin"@pl . "Thousands of years ago, Dagon was a god worshipped by the people of Elba and Ugarit. When the modern religions took over the region, Dagon faded into obscurity.\nIn modern times, Dagon has gained a new purpose, bedeviling the hero Samson and testing his great faith in God."@en . "43"^^ . . "File:Healing Fruit.gifHealing Fruit"@en . "Dagon \u00E8 l'imperatore delle isole F\u00E6r \u00D8er dal 1408 A.C., nonch\u00E9 uno dei maggiori contribuenti della Wikipedia Af-fondation."@it . "very skilled in dark magics"@en . "5.0"^^ . "\"The creature receives energy from its believers' faith, which might be his only weakness\""@en . "capture"@en . "138"^^ . "none"@en . . . "36"^^ . "52"^^ . . "Tyrant"@en . "54"^^ . "13"^^ . "Dagon is the human form of the cheerful Basshaa, the 127-year old sole survivor of the gill-man-like Merman Race of the 13 Demon Races."@en . . "49"^^ . . "In Semitic mythology (specifically Ugaritic, Philistine, Elbatic, Amoritic), Dagon was a god of agriculture. In those cultures, he was one of the top gods. Dagon was eventually re-interpreted as a fish by Medieval European scholars (due in part to the close position of the name Dagon to dag, the Hebrew word for \"fish\"), who thought he was half man, half fish. This version of Dagon would appear in literature like John Milton's Paradise Lost. The name derives from the Ugaritic word dgn (\"grain\"). It carried into Hebrew as dagan."@en . "NPC"@en . "50"^^ . "Dagon"@cs . "840.0"^^ . "A large, deep sea creature that inhabits the ocean surrounding the Ship Graveyard some distance from Nirva Island. It appears as a gigantic blue dragon/seahorse looking creature, towering high above the average height of humans. It has a rainbow pattern on its fins, as well as four additional appendages resembling arms. While being an apparent aquatic creature, it has shown ability to remain out of the water for some time, leading one to believe that it is either an air breathing creature, or it can breathe in and out of water equally. The Dagon was encountered in the Ship Graveyard, near the lost Island Nations ship, the Kerzalik. The creature is either inherently hostile, or just a large predator, since it doesn't have any clear reasoning or intelligence for attacking the Prince and his company. Dagon charges the party when they emerge from one of the many grounded ships. Yahr speculates that this creature is the cause behind the existence of the Ship Graveyard, rather than the surrounding reefs, although this can't be proven for a fact. The creature puts up a formidable fight, but the Prince, Lyon, their company, and the Island Nations soldiers, Bernadette, Yahr and Nelis were finally able to put it down for good. There is a possibility that the creature was drawn to the power of the Rune Cannon, the party's reason for being there, but that remains unconfirmed. There is nothing to prove that the Dagon was there by any effort of the pirates, who had their eyes on the Rune Shells on the Kerzalik. On the contrary, it is highly likely that the pirates were stranded at the Ship Graveyard because of the Dagon attacking their ship. If the party makes a return trip to the Ship Graveyard, a similar creature, Hydra, may be encountered in the same area where Dagon was found. Hydra is a darker colored, stronger version of Dagon. Yahr exclaims that it is impossible that Dagon could have survived the rune cannon blast, speculating that there is likely a whole species of large aquatic carnivores in the area, or the initial creature had the means of regenerating a lost head"@en . . "File:TRSElixir.gif\u2605Elixir"@en . . . . . "Mahabufudyne\nRakukaja\nMakarakarn\nMahazan\nMediarahan\nSamarecarm"@en . . "H. P. Lovecraft"@de . . . "47"^^ . "Amoeba Antennae"@en . "2900"^^ . "Dagon \u00E8 l'imperatore delle isole F\u00E6r \u00D8er dal 1408 A.C., nonch\u00E9 uno dei maggiori contribuenti della Wikipedia Af-fondation."@it . . . . . "55"^^ . "29"^^ . . "Amoeba Rawhide"@en . "22"^^ . "false"@en . "Dagon ist ein Mitglied der Gro\u00DFen Alten aus dem von H.P. Lovecraft geschaffenen Cthulhu-Mythos und ein geringerer Antagonist von den Turtles und Clark Ashton Allard in den Mirage Comics."@de . "A captured Dagon can be sold at a high price and is best used for beuschel."@en . . "Dagon was a major northwest Semitic god, reportedly of grain and agriculture. He was worshiped by the early Amorites and by the inhabitants of the cities of Ebla and Ugarit. He was also a major member, or perhaps head, of the pantheon of the Biblical Philistines. The Hebrew Bible, in an attempt to vilify the opposing religion, narrates that his temple was destroyed by a human sacrifice for him, Samson. Dagon's appearance as a sea monster in the series was likely inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's depiction of the figure, before archaeologists learned more about him."@en . "Dagon is a Prince of Hell, one of the first demons created by Lucifer and a retired general of the armies of Hell"@en . "Dagon is an intelligent humanoid creature with fish-like qualities. He served as an assistant to Niccolo Machiavelli for hundreds of years, and has a vendetta with Scathach. He is at least as old as Niddhog, meaning he dates back to some primordial point in earth's history."@en . "anyone around here before."@en . . . . . "false"@en . "Chaos, Entropia, Z\u0142o, Woda"@pl . "1"^^ . . . . "Old Man"@en . "Trident"@en . . "Flag of TIO.png"@en . "Sea monsters"@en . . . "Euro"@en . "Amoeba Fang"@en . "Dagon"@pl . . . . . . . "Elite"@en . . "His name appears in Hebrew as \u05D3\u05D2\u05D5\u05DF (in modern transcription Dagon, Tiberian Hebrew D\u0101\u1E21\u00F4n), in Ugaritic as dgn (probably vocalized as Dagnu), and in Akkadian as Dagana, Daguna usually rendered in English translations as Dagan. he is a fish like monster ending in a mass of otopus tendris while his is isectid with sharp catish whiskers and lime green eyes"@en . . "Dagon."@pl . . . "3045"^^ . "Written Jul 1917 and Published November 1919 in The Vagrant, No. 11, 23-29."@en . "26"^^ . "Forgotten God"@en . . "capture"@en . "Wail"@en . "en:Dagon Dagon a jeho uct\u00EDva\u010Di jsou hezky pops\u00E1ni v knize Argonantus:Sedm ryb. Kategorie:Stubs Kategorie:Besti\u00E1\u0159 Kategorie:Kapitola IV"@cs . "522"^^ . . . "153"^^ . . . . . . . "[Lytic Attack] +2"@en . . . . "Tavernkeeper"@en . "Fiend"@en . "capture"@en . "Good"@en . "scared when you're near."@en . "Dagon was the name of a Great Old One worshipped by the Sea Devils. (PROSE: All-Consuming Fire)"@en . . . "began as a Northwest Semitic (Akkadian, Assyrian, Babylonian) Mesopotamian fertility god and evolved into a major Northwest Semitic god of grain as well as fish/fishing. The grain is thought to represent fertility. He was worshiped in a large, geographical area, from Mesopotamia to Syria, by the Amorites and the cities of Ebla and Ugarit. He was possibly a major deity in the pantheon of the Philistines. His name is related to an archaic Semitic root word for \"grain\", a further clue to his domain. However, his precise functions are not certain, as he is not well attested in Levantine mythological literature, and rarely in Mesopotamian literature. Notably, he makes a speech recounting the deeds of Ninurta in the Assyrian myth of Anzu. In other cases, he has an association with the underworld, being said to keep with him the seven children of Enme\u0161arra. Dagon first appears in the Mari texts around 2500 BC. Dagon is mentioned in the Old Testament as a major god of the Philistines who loses to the Hebrew God. When the Philistines capture the Ark of the Covenant in battle, the place it in Dagon's temple as a symbol of his victory. In the morning, however, Dagon's statue is lying face down on the floor. The people set it up on its feet, and the next morning it is back on the floor, with its head and hands broken off."@en . "Red"@en . . "20"^^ . "598"^^ . "8"^^ . . . "In Semitic mythology (specifically Ugaritic, Philistine, Elbatic, Amoritic), Dagon was a god of agriculture. In those cultures, he was one of the top gods. Dagon was eventually re-interpreted as a fish by Medieval European scholars (due in part to the close position of the name Dagon to dag, the Hebrew word for \"fish\"), who thought he was half man, half fish. This version of Dagon would appear in literature like John Milton's Paradise Lost. The name derives from the Ugaritic word dgn (\"grain\"). It carried into Hebrew as dagan."@en . "Dagon"@fr . "56"^^ . "Woda"@pl . . . . . "Amoeba Membrane"@en . . . . "Dagon_Level.png"@de . "46"^^ . "601"^^ . "579"^^ . "Amoeba"@en . "Lucifer"@en . . "Snare Shot"@en . "8"^^ . "S\u00E9cr\u00E9tions de Dagon, selon une l\u00E9gende ancienne"@fr . . . . "File:Hell Fire.gifHell Fire*"@en . "Quando Dagon emerge dalle acque, semina distruzione ovunque vada."@it . . "Dagon"@en . . "Large Fang"@en . "154"^^ . "Dagon"@pl . . . . "Aqualok\nVenom Breath\nWild Blows\nHealmax\nRepel\nMaelstrom"@en . "200"^^ . "18"^^ . . . . . "240"^^ . . . . . "All enemies can't move for 1 turn / 20% chance"@en . "All-Consuming Fire"@en . . . . . "Dagon \u00E8 una divinit\u00E0 perci\u00F2 non pu\u00F2 essere ucciso."@it . . "capture"@en . "en:Dagon Dagon a jeho uct\u00EDva\u010Di jsou hezky pops\u00E1ni v knize Argonantus:Sedm ryb. Kategorie:Stubs Kategorie:Besti\u00E1\u0159 Kategorie:Kapitola IV"@cs . "false"@en . "34"^^ . "Secret"@en . . . . . . "Dagon ist ein Mitglied der Gro\u00DFen Alten aus dem von H.P. Lovecraft geschaffenen Cthulhu-Mythos und ein geringerer Antagonist von den Turtles und Clark Ashton Allard in den Mirage Comics."@de . "The Imperial Order"@en . . "20"^^ . . . . . . . . "5"^^ . . "Amoeba Antennae"@en . . . . "Die Gro\u00DFen Alten"@de . . "Le creature riceve energia dai suoi credenti, che sono la sua sola debolezza."@it . . "Dagon \u00E8 una malvagia divinit\u00E0 marina, adorata dai vodyanoi e da altre sette di umani. Questo mostro spaventoso attende sul fondo del Lago Vizima la giusta configurazione planetaria per risorgere."@it . "unsterblich"@de . . "Amoeba Eyes"@en . . . "Thunderweb"@en . . . . "The fish hat god who the Phillistines wanted to sacrifice Samson to. Dagon was part of the old Hebrew cults that Christianity garnered no influence from. Yahweh did not start out as a simple war god. The pope wears his hat now."@en . . . . . . "Refreshing Herb"@en . "61"^^ . "none"@en . . "right|Dagon Dieser Unterwassergott und eine Meereskreatur wird sowohl von den Wodjanoi als auch von einer Sekte der Menschen angebetet. Er wartet auf dem Meeresgrund auf die richtige Konstellation der Sterne. Da es nicht so sicher ist wann (oder ob) dies eintreten wird, begn\u00FCgt er sich derweilen damit, jene Lebewesen unter sowie \u00FCber Wasser zu terrorisieren. So etwas kann Geralt nicht dulden und beschliest den Glibbergott zu vernichten."@de . "Dagon ist ein uralter Obyrith, ein D\u00E4mon von unglaublicher Macht und Ehrgeiz. Er geh\u00F6rt jener Rasse von D\u00E4monen an, welche einstmals die Tanar'ri als Sklaven hielten und \u00FCber den Abgrund und dar\u00FCber hinaus herrschten."@de . . "H. P. Lovecraft"@en . "Dagon was the name of a Great Old One worshipped by the Sea Devils. (PROSE: All-Consuming Fire)"@en . "250"^^ . "46"^^ . "3"^^ . "Otch\u0142a\u0144/89/Cieniste Morze"@pl . "Aquadyne\nPoison Gas Breath\nMidareuchi\nDiarahan\nEstoma\nMaelstrom"@en . "Commander Dagon is the head guard in the employ of Maer Alveron. He killed Caudicus, the arcanist who was poisoning the Maer. Dagon was described to be bald and ferocious in his mannerisms. Maer Alveron said to Kvothe that 'Dagon would raze half the eld to catch those bandits' which is what suggests his determination and loyalty to Maer Alveron. He is stoic and can carry out entire conversations only saying 'yes'. His presence raises the hackles on Kvothe and unsettles Stapes. The Maer refers to him as his 'mad dog on a short leash'."@en . . . "The fish hat god who the Phillistines wanted to sacrifice Samson to. Dagon was part of the old Hebrew cults that Christianity garnered no influence from. Yahweh did not start out as a simple war god. The pope wears his hat now."@en . "Dagon was a major northwest Semitic god, reportedly of fish and/or fishing. He was worshipped by the early Amorites and by the inhabitants of the cities of Ebla and Ugarit (which was an ancient city near the Mediterranean containing a large variety of ancient writings and pagan shrines). He was also a major member, or perhaps head, of the pantheon of the Biblical Philistines. His name appears in Hebrew as \u05D3\u05D2\u05D5\u05DF (in modern transcription Dagon, Tiberian Hebrew D\u0101\u1E21\u00F4n), in Ugaritic as dgn (probably vocalized as Dagnu), and in Akkadian as Dagana, Daguna usually rendered in English translations as Dagan."@en . "Mystic Missile"@en . "Dagon sind ein Nutzgegenstand aus DotA und Dota 2."@de . "810"^^ . "File:Black Hole.gifBlack Hole"@en . . "y"@en . . "26"^^ . "sorcerer"@en . . "Human"@en . . . "Chaotisch B\u00F6se"@de . . "Dagon was a Rodian pilot of an A-Wing in the Pirate Squadron."@en . . . "150"^^ . . . . "20"^^ . "Won't you take me with you?"@en . "770"^^ . . "61"^^ . . "48"^^ . "20"^^ . "Dagon is the co-owner of the Midnight Breath Tavern in Vasselheim. As an NPC, Dagon is played by Matthew Mercer."@en . . "54"^^ . "56"^^ . . . "sze\u015B\u0107 spiralnych macek dooko\u0142a z\u0119batej paszczy"@pl . . "false"@en . "Dagon is a Prince of Hell, one of the first demons created by Lucifer and a retired general of the armies of Hell"@en . "y"@en . "888"^^ . "48"^^ . "Dagon \u00E8 una creatura mitologica che dorme sul fondo del Lago vicino al villaggio di Acque Oscure."@it . . . "53"^^ . "unknown"@en . "Would you untangle it for me?"@en . . "Dagon is the human form of the cheerful Basshaa, the 127-year old sole survivor of the gill-man-like Merman Race of the 13 Demon Races."@en . "Please? Pretty please?"@en . "19"^^ . "Arms, Armor, Accessory"@en . "Monster Rancher 2: Its hard body can even resist the pressures in the deep ocean."@en . . "20"^^ . "Dagon is a powerful sorcerer who commands an army of moblins, bulbins, and miniblins. He's a withered old man who enjoys causing others to suffer. Often by attacking friends or family. His motives are unknown to all but himself, and sometimes even he doesn't know what he's going to do."@en . "Humanoid"@en . "1"^^ . "Bad"@en . . "Dagon"@fr . "y"@en . . . "Amoeba Rawhide"@en . "10759.1"^^ . . "3045"^^ . . . . "548681"^^ . "Father Daggen"@en . "20"^^ . "I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death."@en . "La cr\u00E9ature puise son \u00E9nergie dans la foi de ses fid\u00E8les, ce qui peut constituer son unique faiblesse"@fr . . "Asmodeus"@en . "14"^^ . "Dagon is an intelligent humanoid creature with fish-like qualities. He served as an assistant to Niccolo Machiavelli for hundreds of years, and has a vendetta with Scathach. He is at least as old as Niddhog, meaning he dates back to some primordial point in earth's history."@en . . "The Aqueducts"@en . "66"^^ . . . . . "Amoeba Fang"@en . "You've come to see me again?"@en . "false"@en . "Thousands of years ago, Dagon was a god worshipped by the people of Elba and Ugarit. When the modern religions took over the region, Dagon faded into obscurity. In modern times, Dagon has gained a new purpose, bedeviling the hero Samson and testing his great faith in God."@en . "22"^^ . "Thousands of years ago, Dagon was a god worshipped by the people of Elba and Ugarit. When the modern religions took over the region, Dagon faded into obscurity. In modern times, Dagon has gained a new purpose, bedeviling the hero Samson and testing his great faith in God."@en . "Fertility"@en . . "Schaden;Intelligenz;St\u00E4rke;Agilit\u00E4t;Gegenst\u00E4nde schwer zu kategorisieren"@de . "None"@en . . "false"@en . "Resists Guns and Ice"@en . . "37"^^ . "Spread_dread_sig.jpg"@en . "Dagon (1917)by H. P. Lovecraft Story copied from the Wikisource. I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realize, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death. It was in one of the most open and least frequented parts of the broad Pacific that the packet of which I was supercargo fell a victim to the German sea-raider. The great war was then at its very beginning, and the ocean forces of the Hun had not completely sunk to their later degradation; so that our vessel was made legitimate prize, whilst we of her crew were treated with all the fairness and consideration due us as naval prisoners. So liberal, indeed, was the discipline of our captors, that five days after we were taken I managed to escape alone in a small boat with water and provisions for a good length of time. When I finally found myself adrift and free, I had but little idea of my surroundings. Never a competent navigator, I could only guess vaguely by the sun and stars that I was somewhat south of the equator. Of the longitude I knew nothing, and no island or coast-line was in sight. The weather kept fair, and for uncounted days I drifted aimlessly beneath the scorching sun; waiting either for some passing ship, or to be cast on the shores of some habitable land. But neither ship nor land appeared, and I began to despair in my solitude upon the heaving vastness of unbroken blue. The change happened whilst I slept. Its details I shall never know; for my slumber, though troubled and dream-infested, was continuous. When at last I awoke, it was to discover myself half sucked into a slimy expanse of hellish black mire which extended about me in monotonous undulations as far as I could see, and in which my boat lay grounded some distance away. Though one might well imagine that my first sensation would be of wonder at so prodigious and unexpected a transformation of scenery, I was in reality more horrified than astonished; for there was in the air and in the rotting soil a sinister quality which chilled me to the very core. The region was putrid with the carcasses of decaying fish, and of other less describable things which I saw protruding from the nasty mud of the unending plain. Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity. There was nothing within hearing, and nothing in sight save a vast reach of black slime; yet the very completeness of the stillness and homogeneity of the landscape oppressed me with a nauseating fear. The sun was blazing down from a sky which seemed to me almost black in its cloudless cruelty; as though reflecting the inky marsh beneath my feet. As I crawled into the stranded boat I realized that only one theory could explain my position. Through some unprecedented volcanic upheaval, a portion of the ocean floor must have been thrown to the surface, exposing regions which for innumerable millions of years had lain hidden under unfathomable watery depths. So great was the extent of the new land which had risen beneath me, that I could not detect the faintest noise of the surging ocean, strain my ears as I might. Nor were there any sea-fowl to prey upon the dead things. For several hours I sat thinking or brooding in the boat, which lay upon its side and afforded a slight shade as the sun moved across the heavens. As the day progressed, the ground lost some of its stickiness, and seemed likely to dry sufficiently for traveling purposes in a short time. That night I slept but little, and the next day I made for myself a pack containing food and water, preparatory to an overland journey in search of the vanished sea and possible rescue. On the third morning I found the soil dry enough to walk upon with ease. The odor of the fish was maddening; but I was too much concerned with graver things to mind so slight an evil, and set out boldly for an unknown goal. All day I forged steadily westward, guided by a far-away hummock which rose higher than any other elevation on the rolling desert. That night I encamped, and on the following day still traveled toward the hummock, though that object seemed scarcely nearer than when I had first espied it. By the fourth evening I attained the base of the mound which turned out to be much higher than it had appeared from a distance, an intervening valley setting it out in sharper relief from the general surface. Too weary to ascend, I slept in the shadow of the hill. I know not why my dreams were so wild that night; but ere the waning and fantastically gibbous moon had risen far above the eastern plain, I was awake in a cold perspiration, determined to sleep no more. Such visions as I had experienced were too much for me to endure again. And in the glow of the moon I saw how unwise I had been to travel by day. Without the glare of the parching sun, my journey would have cost me less energy; indeed, I now felt quite able to perform the ascent which had deterred me at sunset. Picking up my pack, I started for the crest of the eminence. I have said that the unbroken monotony of the rolling plain was a source of vague horror to me; but I think my horror was greater when I gained the summit of the mound and looked down the other side into an immeasurable pit or canyon, whose black recesses the moon had not yet soared high enough to illuminate. I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night. Through my terror ran curious reminiscences of Paradise Lost, and of Satan's hideous climb through the unfashionable realms of darkness. As the moon climbed higher in the sky, I began to see that the slopes of the valley were not quite so perpendicular as I had imagined. Ledges and outcroppings of rock afforded fairly easy foot-holds for a descent, whilst after a drop of a few hundred feet, the declivity became very gradual. Urged on by an impulse which I cannot definitely analyses, I scrambled with difficulty down the rocks and stood on the gentler slope beneath, gazing into the Stygian deeps where no light had yet penetrated. All at once my attention was captured by a vast and singular object on the opposite slope, which rose steeply about an hundred yards ahead of me; an object that gleamed whitely in the newly bestowed rays of the ascending moon. That it was merely a gigantic piece of stone, I soon assured myself; but I was conscious of a distinct impression that its contour and position were not altogether the work of Nature. A closer scrutiny filled me with sensations I cannot express; for despite its enormous magnitude, and its position in an abyss which had yawned at the bottom of the sea since the world was young, I perceived beyond a doubt that the strange object was a well-shaped monolith whose massive bulk had known the workmanship and perhaps the worship of living and thinking creatures. Dazed and frightened, yet not without a certain thrill of the scientist\u2019s or archaeologist\u2019s delight, I examined my surroundings more closely. The moon, now near the zenith, shone weirdly and vividly above the towering steeps that hemmed in the chasm, and revealed the fact that a far-flung body of water flowed at the bottom, winding out of sight in both directions, and almost lapping my feet as I stood on the slope. Across the chasm, the wavelets washed the base of the Cyclopean monolith; on whose surface I could now trace both inscriptions and crude sculptures. The writing was in a system of hieroglyphics unknown to me, and unlike anything I had ever seen in books; consisting for the most part of conventionalized aquatic symbols such as fishes, eels, octopi, crustaceans, molluscs, whales, and the like. Several characters obviously represented marine things which are unknown to the modern world, but whose decomposing forms I had observed on the ocean-risen plain. It was the pictorial carving, however, that did most to hold me spellbound. Plainly visible across the intervening water on account of their enormous size, were an array of bas-reliefs whose subjects would have excited the envy of Dor\u00E9. I think that these things were supposed to depict men\u2014at least, a certain sort of men; though the creatures were shewn disporting like fishes in waters of some marine grotto, or paying homage at some monolithic shrine which appeared to be under the waves as well. Of their faces and forms I dare not speak in detail; for the mere remembrance makes me grow faint. Grotesque beyond the imagination of a Poe or a Bulwer, they were damnably human in general outline despite webbed hands and feet, shockingly wide and flabby lips, glassy, bulging eyes, and other features less pleasant to recall. Curiously enough, they seemed to have been chiseled badly out of proportion with their scenic background; for one of the creatures was shewn in the act of killing a whale represented as but little larger than himself. I remarked, as I say, their grotesqueness and strange size, but in a moment decided that they were merely the imaginary gods of some primitive fishing or seafaring tribe; some tribe whose last descendant had perished eras before the first ancestor of the Piltdown or Neanderthal Man was born. Awestruck at this unexpected glimpse into a past beyond the conception of the most daring anthropologist, I stood musing whilst the moon cast queer reflections on the silent channel before me. Then suddenly I saw it. With only a slight churning to mark its rise to the surface, the thing slid into view above the dark waters. Vast, Polyphemus-like, and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its hideous head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. I think I went mad then. Of my frantic ascent of the slope and cliff, and of my delirious journey back to the stranded boat, I remember little. I believe I sang a great deal, and laughed oddly when I was unable to sing. I have indistinct recollections of a great storm some time after I reached the boat; at any rate, I know that I heard peals of thunder and other tones which Nature utters only in her wildest moods. When I came out of the shadows I was in a San Francisco hospital; brought thither by the captain of the American ship which had picked up my boat in mid-ocean. In my delirium I had said much, but found that my words had been given scant attention. Of any land upheaval in the Pacific, my rescuers knew nothing; nor did I deem it necessary to insist upon a thing which I knew they could not believe. Once I sought out a celebrated ethnologist, and amused him with peculiar questions regarding the ancient Philistine legend of Dagon, the Fish-God; but soon perceiving that he was hopelessly conventional, I did not press my inquiries. It is at night, especially when the moon is gibbous and waning, that I see the thing. I tried morphine; but the drug has given only transient surcease, and has drawn me into its clutches as a hopeless slave. So now I am to end it all, having written a full account for the information or the contemptuous amusement of my fellow-men. Often I ask myself if it could not all have been a pure phantasm\u2014a mere freak of fever as I lay sun-stricken and raving in the open boat after my escape from the German man-of-war. This I ask myself, but ever does there come before me a hideously vivid vision in reply. I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed, worshiping their ancient stone idols and carving their own detestable likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. I dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind\u2014of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium. The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!"@en . "Numor Mine"@en . "Little fish; diminutive from dag = a fish, the fish-god; the national god of the Philistines (Judg. 16:23). This idol had the body of a fish with the head and hands of a man. It was an Assyrio-Babylonian deity, the worship of which was introduced among the Philistines through Chaldea. The most famous of the temples of Dagon were at Gaza (Judg. 16:23-30) and Ashdod (1 Sam. 5:1-7)."@en . . . . "Relaxing Herb"@en . "44"^^ . . "Dagon is a demon lord, also called Prince of the Depths. His realm is the 89th layer of the Abyss, and is known as Shadowsea. Dagon is an obyrith. Dagon is first mentioned in the first edition Dungeons & Dragons sourcebook Monster Manual II, where it is said in passing that he rules a liquid layer dominated by marine dretches, hezrous, krakens, and horrible fish-monsters."@en . "Faerie Meat"@en . "51"^^ . . . . "Angriff;Attribute;F\u00E4higkeiten;Verteidigung"@de . "58"^^ . "Numor MineThe AqueductsThe Fifth Path"@en . . "Hell"@en . "I feel like anything's"@en . . "20.0"^^ . . "ts"@en . "w\u0142\u00F3cznia/harpun"@pl . . . . "Da DreadLord"@en . "195"^^ . "capture"@en . "Presumably Hyrule"@en . "#000"@pl . "Alive"@en . "Dagon"@en . . "Faerie"@en . . . "3190"^^ . "23"^^ . "224"^^ . "East Semitic Mesopotamian; head god of the Philistines"@en . . . "My hair's tangled up again."@en . . "Human"@en . "Custom59.png"@en . "\"Dagon\""@en . "2329340"^^ . "20"^^ . . . "69"^^ . . "Demonic General"@en . "75"^^ . . . "246"^^ . "Dagon \u2014 Ce dieu sous-marin, ador\u00E9 par les vodyanoi et une secte d'humains, attend au fond du lac pour la bonne configuration des \u00E9toiles. Comme il n'est pas certain quand cela va venir (ou si cela va venir du tout), il passe le temps \u00E0 terroriser \u00E0 la fois tous ceux qui vivent sous la surface de l'eau et sur terre. Alors il fait ce les b\u00EAtes antique sous-marines font de mieux, et ce que nous les aimons tous pour."@fr . . . "2900"^^ . "Dagon"@hu . "You just made my day!"@en . "Dagon \u00E8 una malvagia divinit\u00E0 marina, adorata dai vodyanoi e da altre sette di umani. Questo mostro spaventoso attende sul fondo del Lago Vizima la giusta configurazione planetaria per risorgere."@it . "My hair's caught up somewhere."@en . "5"^^ . "76.35"^^ . . "Pink"@en . "All enemies can't move for 1 turn / 15% chance"@en . "Dagon (pronounced DAY-gon) is the demon lord of the sea and of the sea monsters that dwell in its darkest depths. His symbol is an octopus eye surrounded by a gold disk inscribed with ancient looking runes."@en . . . "Sea"@en . . "Dagon (pronounced DAY-gon) is the demon lord of the sea and of the sea monsters that dwell in its darkest depths. His symbol is an octopus eye surrounded by a gold disk inscribed with ancient looking runes."@en . . "Silencer"@en . "Being one of the deities responsible for the ascension process of the lichs of Mictlan, Dagon uses a set of similar, but usually more powerful, skills as the lichs do."@en . . "21"^^ . . . . . "2650"^^ . . . "Dagon"@de . "1132643"^^ . "89"^^ . . "Curebulb"@en . "39"^^ . "32"^^ . "Common"@en . "Ojciec Dagon"@pl . "11"^^ . . . . "Dagon \u2014 This underwater being is worshiped by vodyanoi and a small sect of humans as a god who awaits at the lake bottom for the right configuration of stars so that it may return to land to wreak havoc. Since it uncertain when this will come (or if it will come at all), it whiles the time away terrorizing all who live both under the water's surface and on land nearby."@en . "0"^^ . "Communist"@en . . . "Dagon is a mythical creature; according to the legend, it rests at the bottom of a lake near the village of Murky Waters"@en . "Dagon \u2014 Ce dieu sous-marin, ador\u00E9 par les vodyanoi et une secte d'humains, attend au fond du lac pour la bonne configuration des \u00E9toiles. Comme il n'est pas certain quand cela va venir (ou si cela va venir du tout), il passe le temps \u00E0 terroriser \u00E0 la fois tous ceux qui vivent sous la surface de l'eau et sur terre. Alors il fait ce les b\u00EAtes antique sous-marines font de mieux, et ce que nous les aimons tous pour."@fr . "18"^^ . "none"@en . "54"^^ . . "25"^^ . "Dagon"@it . . . "62"^^ .