Lovecraftian Fragments

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

He kept reading from that damned manuscript "R'l'shuhu mglw'nafh Yogtharyeh Daglei n'nath shebo!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Doomed Wilbur Philip Carter! His Arkham ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "Sar Tel gur! Ia Ulnagl! onsothanul!"

Sarar! Overwhelming, soul-destroying home of the Y'hawgahic. How I trembled with wonder at its sight... Such overwhelming andelains! I can hear the servant-beasts now...

I wish I had never opened that portal, then maybe I would never have heard of Dagana sheb or The Stinking Land of Oo-Shubshuion. It ruined Olgur just in time.

I wish he had never read those passages... Thaan-lei, the atrocious tome of Taraqon's evil. Il-Nathgurhu the Bringer of Countless Pleasures was vanquished! But I know that just beyond the stars, Nylra lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Carrington C. Harris, tries to pull back the veil.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo