His teeth clamped together as he held back his scream. The pulsing in his head was unbearable and almost caused him to faint. Further he continued, drawing another long slender blade from its small leather scabard. He wiped the blood from around his eyes to keep from blurring his vision. Then he began to slide the instrument under his largest toenail. He felt it reach the back and then gave it a jerk. With a tiny tearing sound and a gush of blood it tore loose. Gently he laid the knife down on a cloth with one hand and retrieved the piece of flesh with the other, placing it in the small ornate bowl in front of him.

A little while longer and he would know if his experiment was a success or not. He had worked everything out in his head and crossed refrenced his ideas with everything he could find. Standing he looked about him, all the symbols were perfect and every act he imposed upon himself perfectly executed. His blood was mixed with all the components making up the protective circle so it would hold as long as he was alive. Tightening the metal bands wrapped around his skull he began his chanting and putting together the vision of the creature he was summoning in his head.

PAIN. Somewhere between passion and death there lies another realm of experience all its own. One which sets our nerves on fire and clouds all other senses. Some find this sensation unbearable others find it arrousing. An area in which few delve, but those who do find themselves forever changed by the expierences they find there. It is these people who have found a way to use this to push themselves to the boundries of the illusion and beyond.

The Lore of Pain is a dangerous road in which the conjurer must push themselves to the very reaches of thier endurance. They must expose themselves to all forms of pain and pursue through them in an attempt to break themselves free. Most beginners don't live long enough to see the fruits of the labors they have worked for, they die alone from self inflicted injuries, infections from unclean equipment and experiments gone horribly awry. But those who do become masters of creating more forms of agony, to themselves and others, than any other person could imagine. They are able to peer through the blood red cloud, through the illusion and into that from which we came. Having learned that suffering is vital to our existance and something that we all crave within ourselves.

To be presented here are the collected theories and experiments of those few. A grimore contianing the rituals perfected over the years, archtypes of the type of people who make up the ranks of the followers of pain, the compendium of items that are historically crucial to the pursuit of agony and more. As this study of one of the many forms of power presented to us by using our own flesh and bodies continues much will be added and updated as seen fit.