Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I regret opening that gate... Nyarin, the cursed tract of Azguthothagn's evil. It destroyed Tar-fhtan just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

Tha'icath mglw'nafh R'laran Ooath gur'lui sheblei!

N'gai, Cy'ng'lao, arg-laragn, y'hah; Azur...

I wish I had never opened that book... Thaicinra, the amorphous scroll of Thugyeh shog's evil. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter.

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