Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I regret opening that gate... Ooathguthnai, the overwhelming volume of R'ltur's evil. I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave.

N'gai, Tel'fht'fhtagn, tharg-gothoth, y'hah; Shogan...

N'gai, lGo'thar'aqoth, tharg-thonath, y'hah; Dagathlaua...

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Nameless Temple to Thugath gur, the Flying Hand and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave.

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