Lovecraftian Fragments

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

Kadntho! Nameless, atrocious home of the Cthath. How I trembled with fear at its sight... Such mindless towers! I can hear the unnatural music now...

N'gai, Thug'on'shogdar, ong-bugnai, y'hah; Gara ng...

That night, Earle Howard fitfully dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Kadlaricnai, the Stealer and those who dwelled there. I felt the presence of Nylgog-tep.

John C. Ward recalled Carter's last words: "Tar'lanek mglw'nafh Azaqhu Oonath shu'agn wgahoth!" We learned that it ruined lGonagl-o the Stealer of Lives eventually. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can recall the piping of the foothills now...

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Cheers,
Joe Provo