Elder Barzai's account of the rise and fall of Carcosa

And so it came to pass that the shepherds were cast from the sight of the host. For 9 generations they wandered the stars seeking a new home until from the blackness the sleeping gods spoke and lead them to the sister stars of Hyades and the world of Tauri. There among the black rocks and red trees on the shores of Hali, they founded the famed city of Carcosa and there, the sleeping gods taught the shepherds to work space to their will and there, the sorcerer kings began their rise to power. Mightiest among them was Hastur, the son of the shepherd who had first herd the gods, it was he who opened the gate between the hosts creation and Tauri and it was he who through cunning and ambition that made Carcosa a jewel among the stars.
For a thousand years he reigned and for a thousand yeas Carcosa prospered, but as the hosts creations grew and prospered and Carcosa grew more and more decadent, Carcosa began to decline. The sorcerer king shut himself in the yellow palace, searching his vast library for a way to reverse his peoples decline. As he searched the gods herd his sorrow and spoke to him and told the sorcerer king of the caves on Lake Hali and how to journey there. Hastur left the comforts of the yellow palace and journeyed across Hali, through the red forest to the caves of the gods and there among the ruins of the host abandoned creation he found the sacred water of the gods.
It was among the ruins of the host’s forgotten children that the gods spoke again to Hastur. “We have seen your plight child and know your pain, all that has been lost can be yours once again. If only you would cast off the form given to you by those whom have forsaken you and embrace us as your brothers. You need only drink the sacred water of this cave.” The king asked what price he would pay for such a miracle and was told, “Should you accept you will join us in our eternal sleep.” The king left the cave and for 9 weeks pondered the gods offer and came to the conclusion that he could restore his people and remain on Tauri, if only he drank a small amount of the water. He was offered a single stone cup, but took only a sip of the sacred water, his mind was remade in the image of the gods and this blessed him with mastery over the arcane and the ability to remake others in his own image.
	From the yellow palace, Hastur looked down on Carcosa and spread his knowledge to all whom in dwelled there in. Their minds were shaped in Hastur's image and the city prospered once again. As the children of the host rose and fell, built and rebuilt their cities, the inhabitants of Carcosa remained the same. Their city grew and their people prospered. The streets were paved with black onyx and new homes were built from the red pines of the forest, neighboring cities were established on the other side of the lake and trade made the people of Carcosa rich beyond imagination. Under the watchful eyes of the sister moons and the black stars the city prospered and her inhabitants grew ever more decadent as their minds were further refined by Hastur.
	As the ages past, the cities inhabitants grew more eccentric, their minds now following the logic of the gods. Nobel ladies cast aside their find silks and offered themselves to the Ythogtha, as grate lords sacrificed their servants to honor the sleeping gods and ate their flesh as a delicacy, mothers married their sons and offered their daughters to the beasts of Hali as father made sacrifices before the yellow palace and praised their king.
Soon scholars of the forbidden came from the host’s world seeking to understand that which had been hidden from them, among them the sorceress Cassilda who caught the eye of the son of Hastur, the jaded prince. The foreign sorceress spurned the prince’s advances saying she had given her self to the host and must not be tainted by this world, lest she be unable to return to her world. It had been many years since the jaded prince had been spurned and he would not be denied. Having inherited his father’s cunning, he devised a plan and invited the foreign woman to the caves of the gods. There he offered her the sacred waters and beg her to join him at the gods vigil, the city’s nightly celebration of the sleeping gods. Intrigued by her host offer she accepted and under the red light of the sister moons she watched as daughters were offered to Ythogtha and servants were sacrificed before the likeness of the king. Cassilda joined the inhabitants of Carcosa in their indulgences eating the flesh of the sacrificed and drinking the blood red wines of her host’s city, and dancing terribly beneath the gaze of the sister moons. As the clocks struck 12 and the final sacrifice was made, the prince offered Cassilda the apple of dreams which she consumed without thinking and thus fell in to a drunken stupor from which she could not awake. His prize in sight, the prince marked the sorceress’s forehead with the sign of his people and raising her hand to his lips bit into her flesh making himself one with her, making one final offering to the city. But the prince had forgotten that he had offered her the sacred water and by consuming her flesh, he had completed the ritual started by his father and thus completed his transformation.
As the sister suns rose in the west, the older star turned from white to yellow and the inhabitants of Carcosa turned on one another, eating the flesh of their neighbors, tearing down their once grate temples and dancing beneath the now empty yellow palace. As the jaded prince looked on the collapse of the once grate city, he felt himself begin to change as he and his father were made as one and then reshaped in the gods image. As the city crumbled the noble sorcerers of the city tore out their eyes and burned their libraries as the gate between Tauri and earth collapsed.
	To this day the prince made king gaze down on his city of the made dreaming dreams that make since only to the sleeping gods, listing to the whispers of his brothers and in turn whispering his promise to the children of the host who can hear him. The Song of his soul and voice is dead and they die unsung no tear are shed for all must die in the Lost city of Carcosa.