Lovecraftian Fragments

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The Filthy Temple to Kad-shutep, the Handless One

That night, I fitfully dreamed of The Stinking Temple to Azgurfht, the Soul-destroying Evil and its mind-numbing dwellers. It ruined my day. Ipswich! Grim, obscene place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

Shog Il aq! Ia Ph-Nyaragnai! soththarnekon!

I regret interviewing him, then maybe I would never have heard of Kadtharlaragn or Kadathbugath, Andelain of Innumerable Terrors. It destroyed Nigsothhepo the Unnamable. But I know that just beyond the stars, R'lbugul lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Harley P. Warren, 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