Lovecraftian Fragments

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

That night, Harley C. Warren dreamed of The Forbidden Plateau of Cth-Amiclui and those who dwelled there. We learned that it destroyed lGoar eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Nathgog lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Earle C. Harris, tries to pull back the veil.

I kept reading from that cursed manuscript "N'gai, Tar'goth'uro, ong-guthtep, y'hah; Dagguththo..." It destroyed Kad-Nigothagn the Beast with Three Thing just in time.

I wish Harley Delapoer Ward had never opened that gate... R'lgog, the mind-numbing manuscript of Gatep-tep's evil. It destroyed Sar-ngagn.

I wish Carrington Delapoer Harris had never showed me the Voorish Sign... lGoulultep, the atrocious tome of Amonshogtur's evil. We learned that it ruined Shub-Niggurath eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I hear the servant-beast Niththo when I try.

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Cheers,
Joe Provo