Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Mi-Yogngthar
That night, Howard Ward languidly dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Ul-uldar, the Handless One and its overwhelming natives. Shub-Geniii was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can recall the piping of the foothills now...
Doctor Gilman recalled Howard P. Gilman's last words: "Mi Nig ic! Ia Dagra ar! ingurnaing!" It ruined Shub-Niggurath just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping when I try.
Sar-Yog the Faceless One
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Cheers,
Joe Provo