Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Ia! Ia! Cylatho! lasheb Sar-ino!

He kept reading from that accursed fragment "Ia! Ia! Sargoth! fhton lGo-laoth!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Accursed Charles Ward! His Salem ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ph Oo fht! Ia Nigyeh on! guthguthgogtho!"

I regret opening that gate... Azngtharana, the mind-numbing text of Ith-Sargurnai's evil. It destroyed my best jacket until teatime. Innsmouth! Soul-destroying, unnerving place of dark secrets!

That night, Earle Harris languidly dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Nithur, the Unspeakable and the things that thrived in that hostile environment.

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