Lovecraftian Fragments

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

He kept reading from that cursed text "Ia! Ia! Il-Ol! artho Nyltharbug!" It ruined my life. Doomed Carrington Warren! His Arkham ancestry nearly ruined us... and to this day I hear him screaming "N'gai, Ga'aq'onua, gurg-aqua, y'hah; Tarngnath..."

I kept reading from that accursed volume "Ia! Ia! Shog-larlui! ictho Shub-Sar!" It destroyed Oo-wgahnai the Thief just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping when I try.

Y'ha Thug ur! Ia Mis-Shub! guthinnaglgoth!

I wish I never interviewed Randolph C. Gilman... Oloth-nai, the nameless tome of Nigion tho's evil. It destroyed Itharlar the Devourer of Lives just in time.

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