In his History of the Nordic Peoples, Olaus Magnus never had much cause to think outside the cold, snow-swept North. If he had turned his attentions south to the dry and dusty desert, he would have seen Chaos creeping across the dunes.
Nyarlethotep is unique amongst the Outer Gods in that It seems to prefer company. Most of the ancient intelligences that fevre dream at the ends of reality rarely think about us (and if they do spare us a thought, it's usually "delicious!"). The Black Pharaoh is different, though. A herald and teacher of madness, It draws a flock to it, whispering secrets that warp our very souls.