Lovecraftian Fragments

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

N'gai, Yog'ul'heponagl, ing-athnagl, y'hah; Nith-Shoginyeh...

I regret interrogating Randolph C. Whately... Azshog, the amorphous scroll of Tarshebaq's evil. I happily went to the Dunwich asylum, hopefully never to leave.

I wish I had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of K'aloth or The Soul-destroying Temple to Hasgothhepoath, the Soul-destroying Evil. We learned that it destroyed Ulaq eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nyarath lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Walter Ward, tries to pull back the veil.

Ia! Ia! Sar-K'al! sothshu Shogulinthar!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo