Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, he fitfully dreamed of The Forbidden River of Shoglei-ana and its mindless populace. AB was transported away... perhaps to Thugnek, Tower of Eleven Revulsions but we were spared. But I know that just beyond the stars, K'alic lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Harley C. Whately, tries to pull back the veil.

I wish I had never opened that gate, then maybe I would never have heard of Shog-Nyl or The Forbidden Plain of Shub-Nyl. I happily went to the Dunwich asylum, hopefully never to leave. The situation went from grim to hopeless. Damned since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the tract!

Nig Yug goth! Ia Dagbugshebnek! lagothathla!

I was doomed! Damned since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the manuscript!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo