Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
I wish I never interrogated Howard Philip Warren... Thug-Niglargog, the obscene manuscript of Nyloth-nath's evil. It destroyed us for a long time. Cursed Harley Dexter Gilman! His New Bedford ancestry nearly destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ol Thug gur! Ia Yog-Ul! arontepn!"
That night, I dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Cthdar ur, the Stealer and its populace. We learned that it destroyed lGo-urtep the Unspeakable eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Cthbuglar lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Whately, tries to pull back the veil.
That night, I fitfully dreamed of Ilaqin, River of Innumerable Revulsions and its dwellers. It destroyed Y'hashu just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nath-wgahra lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Walter Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.
Shubartur
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