Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Ph'fhtra mglw'nafh Hasthoagn Nyarion ic'nath aqagn!
Prof. Harley Howard recollected Carter's last words: "Shog Shub hepo! Ia Olnshului! larthoagnon!"
I wish I had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Oo-Thaathua or The Stinking Temple of K'alion fht. I was eternally banished to Tel-Kadwgahnai, Andelain of Eleven Pleasures.
That night, I dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Ol-Dag, the Wind Walker and its vile natives. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. I was doomed! Cursed since the stars were set in motion, as predicted by the Mis-Kadguragn runes!
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