Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Ia! Ia! Shogshuonnek! ulthar Nithdar!

That night, Henry D. Howard dreamed of The Desolate Phylactery of Cyath and its inhabitants. It destroyed Shub-Niggurath just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the servant-beasts now...

Ia! Ia! Azgoth! guthul Hasana-thar!

I kept reading from that damned book "Ia! Ia! Nithfhtngnath! wgahlar Ph-ulua!" I was eternally banished to The Abandoned Temple of Sarhu. It was hopeless! Damned since our earliest ancestor crept from the primordial slime, as predicted by Abdul Alhazred's text!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo