Lovecraftian Fragments

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

He kept reading from that damned tome "Ia! Ia! Iththar! aqbug Az-tharoth!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Boston! Mindless, soul-destroying place of narrow streets!

I wish I had never read those passages... Nith-Has, the mind-numbing text of Mis-shogthar's evil.

Nath Ul oth! Ia Hasar! othlaoththar!

That night, John C. Gardner fitfully dreamed of The Forbidden Temple to Olhu, the Brainless One and the things that thrived in that hostile environment.

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