Lovecraftian Fragments

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

She kept reading from that cursed book "Nig K'al bug! Ia Nyar-laroth! wgahfhtnaiath!" Nithon the Unnamable was transported away... perhaps to R'lshebtep, Land of Innumerable Pleasures but we were spared.

Tar Ul on! Ia Niththar-gog! gothulluithar!

Ia! Ia! Miua! arsheb Cyhepoic!

That night, Randolph Dexter Howard dreamed of The Filthy Temple to Ilfhtaqagn, the Devourer and its dwellers. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. It was hopeless! Cursed from the start of the journey, as predicted by the rune!

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