Lovecraftian Fragments

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

We were doomed! Accursed from the start of the expedition, as foretold by the K'alshogsothyeh orb!

Mis Shog shog! Ia Thain! aqshogratho!

That night, I languidly dreamed of Y'hatep-yeh, Temple of a Thousand Revulsions and its nameless dwellers. It destroyed us forever. Accursed Walter Dexter Harris! His Worcester ancestry nearly caused destroyed my soul... and to this day I hear him screaming "Oo Ith la! Ia Cthaqnagl! guthshogiongur!"

I wish I had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Hasinnath or The Abandoned Temple to Nithur, the Shredder of Eyes. It ruined Niggog just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Yug-Shubaghu lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Harris, tries to pull back the veil.

Reload this page for more eldritch terror, or cower for fifteen (15) minutes.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo