Lovecraftian Fragments

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

The Abandoned Temple to Ul-laath, the Thief of Young

Ia! Ia! Phwgah! larsheb Nathur!

Nigath ul! Gruesome, mindless home of the Misthar. How I trembled with pleasure at its sight... Such grim planets! I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

That night, John Philip Gilman languidly dreamed of Hasthar sheb, Desert of Disappointingly Few Revulsions and its unnerving inhabitants.

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