Lovecraftian Fragments

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

N'gai, Nath'ul'urlei, larg-urion, y'hah; Oo-Az...

That night, he dreamed of Ith-Thaagagn, Grotto of Innumerable Sorrows and its mindless dwellers. I happily went to the New Bedford asylum, hopefully never to leave. Ipswich! Atrocious, disgusting place of disturbingly-angled roofs!

Nith'fhttep mglw'nafh Nathothnagl Aznai lar'o fhtlei!

I regret opening that gate... Cthic, the grim fragment of Hasion ic's evil. It destroyed Iththofhtagn just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the servant-beast Mis-Thug when I try.

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