Lovecraftian Fragments

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

R'l Nig gur! Ia Dagthar bug! nothtepul!

Cursed Earle Howard! His Dunwich ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! K'al-K'alonion! thogoth Mi-Thaurtur!"

That night, he languidly dreamed of The Obscene Temple to Thug-Mis, the Stealer and its inhabitants. It ruined my soul. Arkham! Nameless, grim place of secrets man was not meant to know!

I regret interrogating him, then maybe I would never have heard of Nath-laro or The Overwhelming Temple to Saragsothdar, the Beast with a Thousand Lives. It ruined my walking stick. I was doomed! Doomed from the dawn of time, as predicted by Abdul Alhazred's scroll!

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