Lovecraftian Fragments

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

The situation went from grim to hopeless. Accursed since our earliest ancestor crept from the primordial slime, as predicted by the Azaqlar runes!

That night, he languidly dreamed of The Abandoned River of Nyarnath-dar and its populace. It destroyed my life. Nylsothgog! Overwhelming, amorphous home of the Nithlargothnagl. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such vile phylacteries! I can hear the unnatural music now...

I wish he had never opened that portal, then maybe I would never have heard of Cthtur or The Desolate Temple to Nyar-ngoth, the Soul-destroying Vacuum. It destroyed Cthulhu just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nyargog gur lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor John Delapoer Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.

Shub-Niggurath

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Cheers,
Joe Provo