Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
The Filthy Plain of Dagarlei
Ipswich! Atrocious, grim place of disturbingly-angled roofs!
Accursed Earle P. Harris! His New Bedford ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Oo'ath'ulra, sothg-urra, y'hah; Tar-Mi..."
It was hopeless! Doomed from the start of the expedition, as predicted by the book!
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