Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
Ia! Ia! Nathbugarua! othguth Gagurgothtep!
I wish I had never showed me the Voorish Sign... Ol-K'althotur, the soul-destroying tome of Oourtho's evil. It ruined Amtur-nai the Creeping Filth just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the servant-beast Tarlui when I try.
That night, Earle Gardner fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Plain of Phartur and those who dwelled there. It destroyed my spleen forever. We were doomed! Cursed since our earliest ancestor crept from the primordial slime, as predicted by the Nyllaul sphere!
The Damned Temple of R'lo guth
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