Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, Howard D. Ward dreamed of Az-shuagn, Cavern of a Thousand Sorrows and its nameless dwellers. It ruined my walking stick for the rest of my life.

I wish Harley Gardner had never opened that door... Nyaroth-nagl, the obscene book of Tha-gurion's evil. It destroyed my soul. Accursed Henry Gardner! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Nyl'soth'fhttep, bugg-nnath, y'hah; Dagthar..."

Ithsothlei

The situation went from grim to hopeless. Cursed from the start of the voyage, as foretold by the R'lngwgahnagl orb!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo