Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Ia! Ia! R'l-Nyaricnek! wgahur Y'haguthon!

That night, Carrington Philip Howard fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Plain of Nathlaguth and its populace. It ruined us. We were doomed! Damned since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the sphere!

The Forbidden Temple to Ol-Mibugoth, the Wind Walker

Howard Gilman recalled Gardner's last words: "Ia! Ia! K'alshogic! larsheb Y'hao gur!" I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave. The situation went from grim to hopeless. Damned from the birth of Humanity, as foretold by the Niggur scrolls!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo