Lovecraftian Fragments

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

N'gai, Ol'thar'ngthar, agg-agtur, y'hah; R'lsoth...

N'gai, Has'n'urtur, hepog-hepodar, y'hah; Ooath-tur...

That night, John Warren dreamed of The Vile Land of Ol-Dagurthar and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. It destroyed us.

I wish I had never opened that door, then maybe I would never have heard of Misaqsothion or Dag-Cyurtur, Plateau of a Thousand Fears. It ruined my face for a long time.

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