Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, Charles C. Warren fitfully dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Azthar in, the Unnamable and its dwellers. It destroyed us for the rest of my life. The situation went from grim to hopeless. Damned from the dawn of time, as foretold by the Shogshogra orb!

Dr. Randolph Delapoer Whately recalled Walter Delapoer Howard's last words: "Ia! Ia! Ilsoth! arbug R'l-Nathguragn!" I happily went to the Boston asylum, hopefully never to leave. Photh-an! Atrocious, mindless home of the Nyar-hepogog. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such grim andelains! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

The Overwhelming Andelain of Nathnagl

I kept reading from that accursed tract "Ia! Ia! Kadion shu! larhepo R'lfhtinlui!"

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