Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
The Abandoned Andelain of Phlui ag
The Stinking Temple to R'lic, the Faceless One
That night, I dreamed of Ilsoth, Diner of Countless Terrors and those who dwelled there.
That night, I dreamed of Nyarana ag, Plain of Innumerable Sorrows and its mindless populace. It destroyed Shub-Niggurath just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nignagl lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Walter P. Harris, tries to pull back the veil.
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Joe Provo