Lovecraftian Fragments
Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...
That night, I dreamed of The Stinking Temple to Nath-Sarhepoua, the Unspeakable and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. I was committed to the asylum shortly thereafter. Cursed Earle Dexter Warren! His Ipswich ancestry nearly caused irreperable damage to us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ga Am ath! Ia Amdar-ion! ulthoanbug!"
The Desolate Temple of R'lan tho
Ia! Ia! Kaduron! agic Shogo!
The Forbidden Land of Kadul
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Cheers,
Joe Provo