The Curse From Beyond

I've managed to contain the infection using the bracer of Inragos and the Voorish Chant but I fear it is only a temporary solution.
 "from the notebooks of Dr. Eugene Kantorius"

Necronomicon Manuscript

Hierophant of the Black Tower

A black tower stands in the center of the city of Lal-Khra'tum and men say it is older that the city, so old that it stood there when the jungles covered the plains instead of desert sands. In all the history of Lal-Khra'tum it has been noted that robed and hooded priests go from that tower to do business with merchants, buying food and wine with their ancient gold, and on occasion slaves that are never seen again. I had long wondered what god was served there and so on a moonless night I climbed that tower and gazed through the barred windows to glimpse the hierophant who dwelt in the uppermost chambers of the tower.
(From the Scrolls of Vecra Tutthoon)

Shoggoth!

Worst toy idea ever.

The Primal Giants

Far to the frozen north sailed At'amdra, and there he found an island where dwelt a race of  monstrous giants amid the ruins of a once great city. These savage giants were called the Ith'uuklim by the primitive people who lived on nearby islands and it is said long ago the monsters sought to conquer the young tribes of man. But Nodens had witnessed the vileness of the Ith'uuklim and sent a mighty earthquake to destroy their city, then he caused strange foul vapors to rise from the earth to rob them of intellect. Now the giants roamed the fallen city as animals devouring any living thing they might find and even preying on their own kind when food was scarce.

At'amdra considered a landing on the isle of the Ith'uuklim, for no doubt great treasures remained in the ruins. But wisely sailed on as the place had been cursed by the gods.

 (from the Lemurian Codex)

Innsmouth

 The rotten fish smell of Innsmouth no longer sickened him. A part of him loathed the town and it's vile inhabitants. That part of him, the human part, was weak and frightened, it begged him to run screaming into
the rain until the town was far behind.
    In the street below his open window a priest read from a scroll. The words were older than mankind and
not meant to be voiced by men but the words came easy to the priest. The flabby, drooling, lips spoke with
authority, rising above the din of the storm.
  "Pha'tgn Uig'liu Dagon"
  "Ia Ia Mg'nui CTHULHU"
  "Dagon yath'lei"
  "Ug'liu DAGON"
 They were coming up the stairs. Shambling, bleating, many crawled on limbs more suited to the slimy sea floor. The door opened. No, he would not run from Innsmouth, he would take Dagon's sacrament and reveal his true self, then he would live forever amid the terrible beauty of the Deep Ones.