Lovecraftian Fragments

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

K'al-shogath the Flying Hand

She kept reading from that damned volume "N'gai, Il'ag'shuo, wgahg-inan, y'hah; K'alnath..." I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave. Damned Walter Dexter Harris! His Worcester ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "K'al K'al shog! Ia Thugath bug! urtharothguth!"

K'al-bugua

I regret opening that portal... Thugoth, the mind-numbing book of Thafhtlarion's evil. Ooagn the Wind Walker was vanquished! But I know that just beyond the stars, Phthargog lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Whately, tries to pull back the veil.

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From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Cheers,
Joe Provo