The Holder Series

The Holders Series

In any city, in any country, there's a mental institution or halfway house you can try any of these in. There were 2538 of these Objects, but 2000 were lost.

The remaining 538 must never come together. Ever.

These stories have been gathered from various sources, many of which are questionable at best, but they all follow a similar thread; they tell the tale of a number of Objects, which, when brought together, will bring about horrendous consequences, details of which drive most people mad.

The veracity of the stories is always in question; this is how it is intended to be. Nobody really knows if these Objects are real, or if there are indeed a set number of Objects that exist in the world that yearn for a reunion with their kin. Speculation runs rampant; part of what makes the Holders stories so enticing is the possibility any person could go into a special institution, ask to visit a Holder, and be forced to undergo a test of power to earn an Object.

Some of the Holders have posted their own stories, adding to the mystery of an already eerie and unnerving series. This site is merely an archive; the Holders themselves have leaped around the fields of realm and lore since time immemorial, and the Objects are restless for their Reunion.

The Objects, while powerful and fearsome, lack the ability to freely gather together of their own volition, and so have called forth a need in certain individuals. These people become Seekers, their stories as twisted and damned as the Objects themselves. These Seekers have oft set out for three main reasons: to Seek for Power, to Seek for Reunion, or to Seek for Separation. Their goals are known to mutate and change them into villains and monsters but we can only hope that one with a just heart prevails over these foes.

There may very well be a reason that you have come across this site, dear reader. Perhaps the Objects are calling.

Will you answer?

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The Holder of the End

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the worker's face, the worker will then escort you to a cell in the building. It will be hidden deep within the darkest part of the building, in the place that all other inhabitants know to avoid. Here, all noise will cease but for a maddening murmur, a nameless entity eternally isolated in maddening reverie -- conversing with itself. It will vomit forth a voice speaking an arcane language that you cannot understand but shaking your very soul with unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY announce to the darkness, "I am only passing through; I wish to speak." If silence persists, flee. Leave, stop for nothing, do not go home, do not stay at an inn, just keep moving until you can move no more, overpowered by exhaustion. Sleep where your body drops. If you wake the following morning, then you will know your escape has succeeded.

If the voice in the hall returns after you utter those words, continue on. Upon reaching the cell, you will see only a windowless room with a hunched form in the corner, speaking an unknown language and cradling something. The creature, clinging to the last shreds of what once was its humanity, will respond only to the single question: "What happens when they all come together?"

It will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object in the entity's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.

Your death will be in that room, by that creature's hands.

That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.