Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Carrington Gilman remembered John C. Howard's dying words: "Nyar Az gur! Ia Am-Ilshunai! thogurnaiwgah!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Cursed Carrington Philip Ward! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Sarin! aroth Telgothothion!"

Cyoth

I wish I had never read those passages... Y'ha-Ulurtur, the atrocious tract of Il-Daglarnai's evil. It destroyed my life for the rest of my life. Boston! Atrocious, mindless place of secrets man was not meant to know!

R'lathul the Shredder

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