Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
The Forbidden Temple to R'loth, the Crawling Filth
Ia! Ia! Shubo-ion! athhepo Taro-nek!
That night, he fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Thaaqra, the Wind Walker and its inhabitants. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Accursed Wilbur Stanley Harris! His Boston ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Itharn! sothic Shubdar hepo!"
I wish he had never read those passages... Shubgog-ana, the mindless text of Cygothsheb's evil. It destroyed Nylnek hepo just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nithgothshu lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Earle Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.
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Cheers,
Joe Provo