Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Harley Carter kept reading from that doomed scroll "N'gai, Nyl'ar'aqo, bugg-otho, y'hah; Nigingog..." I happily went to the Worcester asylum, hopefully never to leave. Worcester! Nameless, mind-numbing place of narrow streets!

R'l Ol hepo! Ia Y'haoth-hu! guthonyehgoth!

I kept reading from that cursed manuscript "Ia! Ia! Nith-Nathiclui! heposoth Shog-Oo!" It destroyed my soul. Sarshugur! Damned, grim home of the Gathoshebra. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such overwhelming diners! I can hear the servant-beasts now...

I regret opening that portal, then maybe I would never have heard of K'alicul or The Desolate Phylactery of Ulng. I felt the presence of Nyllabugion the Amorphous Vacuum.

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