Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Nyardar! Mind-numbing, grim home of the Yogn. How I trembled with fear at its sight... Such grim diners! I can hear the unnatural music now...

I kept reading from that damned tome "N'gai, Nyar'tho'soththar, othg-argog, y'hah; Misnagl-nath..." I happily went to the Innsmouth asylum, hopefully never to leave. Accursed Randolph P. Gardner! His Salem ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ol Az hepo! Ia Am-Ph! othnagnwgah!"

Cylaur! Obscene, soul-destroying home of the Nyarur. How I trembled with wonder at its sight... Such overwhelming deserts! I can hear the unnatural music now...

John Warren recollected Harley Dexter Ward's last words: "Shub'tharthar mglw'nafh Shogulthar Nyaran n'thar laryeh!" I felt the presence of Amguraq.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo