Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

Charles Howard kept reading from that cursed tome "Ga'ntep mglw'nafh Ithbugan Aznagl ag'hu gurlui!" It ruined Nyllargog just in time.

Ia! Ia! Yugsoththotep! fhtguth Yoghu goth!

I wish I never interrogated her, then maybe I would never have heard of Nathon or The Forbidden Temple to Ul-Nylnglui, the Wind Walker. I felt the presence of Thaagn-lui the Devourer.

That night, he dreamed of The Obscene Temple to Nylagiclei, the Devourer and its obscene populace. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. I was doomed! Cursed since the dawn of time, as predicted by the rune!

Reload this page for more eldritch terror, or cower for fifteen (15) minutes.

From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Cheers,
Joe Provo