Prisoner of the Yellow Sign – Part 2
Six ran headlong through the streets of the Village, heading for the sea. He ignored or dodged the people he passed, who seemed utterly unperturbed by the sprinting figure with his face contorted by horror. He began to grab glimpses of beached ships...
The Darkness Within
"How do I get myself in these situations?!" Catso continued fleeing down the terrible hallway, a deep abyss of maws and claws consuming the hallway behind him, and random shadows attempted to impede his escape. He slashed through them swiftly,...
Fractured Memories ending
Samur speaks "lovecraft, i was playing with you. i feel the need to explain everything.
Trouble in Paradise
The sunken vault beyond the portal is a nightmare of geography with the unspeakable denizens that haunted the dreams of lovecraft and tormented him even as he penned his lurid tales to appease them.
The call
This isn't exactly canon to the original lovecraft mythos, but this was inspired by the first lovecraft short i read when i was six years old. hey sofurry faithful.
Monster Veil
lovecraft and edgar allan poe; i love making use of rarely used and/or outright archaic words to describe things, which may require the brief use of a websters dictionary.
Welcome to New Atlantis
Welcome to New Atlantis Many fathoms below the surface underwater sprawls a metropolis of eldritch enhanced glass, steel and concrete lighted against the endless of the abyss. Diamond shaped submersibles detailed to resemble stingrays at...
Lust for Power
Lust for Power A large amalgamation of orc, wolf and bear with green fur and purple top fur is being stripped of his armor and other equipment by a quartet of female kobolds, each one green and purple scaled with minimal breasts to speak of,...
The Wolf-King
The dust shrouded king stirred upon his tarnished throne, his faded emerald eyes glinting softly in the gloom of the ancient keep. Once the proud warrior-king of the ancient wolfkin, he now sat looking over the silent halls of his crumbling keep....
Abandoned Artificial Asteroid Asylum
"i'm picking up signs that the lovecraft hospice is active." kodyax reports. "cassie, is someone authorized to use that facility?" "not so far as i know, kody," cassandra answers back with a twinge of concern in her voice.
Ruins
As I sit with my back against the damp walls of this god forsaken temple I write this account of my final hours. Once the weak light of the lantern dies the Keepers shall claim me for their own vile purposes. I can already sense them, nightmarish...
Prisoner of the Yellow Sign - Part 1
A man sleeps fitfully. He has carried great weights in his waking hours, and now sheds them one dream at a time. Some tangle him close, like ropes from a sunken galleon holding a diver beneath the surface as his oxygen runs low. Some cause him to...