Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Charles Philip Warren remembered Henry Ward's last words: "Ia! Ia! Ul-bugnagl! hepoic Hashepo!" It destroyed my "Thingie". Uldar-tur! Accursed, disgusting home of the Dagfhtladar. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such accursed lands! I can recall the piping of the foothills now...

She kept reading from that accursed fragment "Ia! Ia! Kad-Taraglui! lathar Misnfht!" I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Cth-shebagn! Grim, mind-numbing home of the Hasua soth. How I trembled with revulsion at its sight... Such overwhelming grottos! I can hear the unnatural music now...

Ilulsoth! Obscene, soul-destroying home of the Misthar ul. How I trembled with sorrow at its sight... Such overwhelming diners! I can hear the servant-beast Yogath-lei now...

Amath

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Cheers,
Joe Provo