Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Ph'fhtra mglw'nafh Hasthoagn Nyarion ic'nath aqagn!

Prof. Harley Howard recollected Carter's last words: "Shog Shub hepo! Ia Olnshului! larthoagnon!"

I wish I had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Oo-Thaathua or The Stinking Temple of K'alion fht. I was eternally banished to Tel-Kadwgahnai, Andelain of Eleven Pleasures.

That night, I dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Ol-Dag, the Wind Walker and its vile natives. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. I was doomed! Cursed since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the Mis-Kadguragn runes!

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