Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Ia! Ia! Kadtur in! guthgur Azath!

Ia! Ia! Ildar thar! ngag Thalei-ath!

I wish I had never opened that book... Ith-Am, the grim manuscript of K'alnai-ra's evil. I was eternally banished to The Filthy Temple to Ctharon, the Flying Filth. I was doomed! Accursed from the start of the journey, as foretold by Abdul Alhazred's scroll!

That night, Wilbur Whately fitfully dreamed of The Abandoned Temple to Phlui-lui, the Shredder and those who dwelled there. It destroyed us.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo