Lovecraftian Fragments

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The Desolate Desert of Miaroth

I wish Carrington D. Carter had never opened that portal... Phngthoyeh, the soul-destroying scroll of Amlui's evil.

I kept reading from that damned tract "Ia! Ia! Amngfhtthar! ngoth Ph-Yug!" We learned that it ruined Cthonar eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beast Sarfhtlei now...

He kept reading from that doomed manuscript "N'gai, Nig'on'shunek, ong-nnagl, y'hah; Tartep ng..." Cthulsoth was vanquished! But I know that just beyond the stars, Nithshuhu lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Howard Ward, tries to pull back the veil.

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