Edward R. Carter, III |
Edward nods.
"If I were a German agent looking for a good hideout in enemy territory, that's exactly the kind of place I'd consider using. I wonder if someone at the pub has a boat we can borrow."
Do we each have money? I may have missed that part when we rolled up characters, but my character sheet doesn't show any.
cirle |
You can pretty much requisition anything you need in the 'crown's name'.
As you look out towards the island, you see something sleek darting through the water, heading towards the islet; at first you think it is an otter, but looking closer you realize it is much larger, it is the same brute who 'braced' you on the path through the fens! He is slipping through the dark waters of the lake with a speed and grace that would make him an Olympic medal contender.
As you watch, astonished, he disappears behind the island.
Edward R. Carter, III |
Edward turns and hands the pistol to the Lieutenant-Commander. It's an old but well-maintained 0.455 Webley revolver that Edward has kept since the Great War.
"Take mine, mate. Your reflexes are better than mine, anyway. And let's make our way to the pub post-haste. I loathe this wind. And I like that selkie-thing even less."
Edward shivers.
Edward R. Carter, III |
"Gentlemen, I suggest we pop into the pub for a pint. We need to figure out what is going on, and the Good Lord knows I am in need of something stout after that exercise."
Edward coughs and lowers his voice.
"I also recommend that we be extra-vigilant. Take a close look at the townsfolk, see if there is anything about their looks that seems... odd. Perhaps the strange fellow swimming to that isle is an everyday occurrence here, but as I've mentioned before, Dr. Hanmer and I have some relatives in Massachusetts who've seen some rather unsettling inbreds in a certain harbor town that would make the tales of Appalachia seem like a bedtime story for children."
Also, I have a question: See discussion
Edward R. Carter, III |
Edward takes a long drink of ale and then leans in close. While keeping a very low tone of voice he ticks off points on his fingertips.
First, he says, we are here to uncover a German activity, yet we've seen no Nazis.
Second, we have farm animals being spooked by simple weather.
Third, we have a Church whose altar is of nothing I've ever seen in Christendom.
Fourth, at least one of the town's residents seems to have Olympian swimmer abilities, to the extent that he can swim in an icy Scottish loch without dying of hypothermia.
Fifth, there is a fog..., and at this point Edward voice trails off as he averts his eyes and stares into his mug.
cirle |
There is a long pause in your dire conversation, as you tuck into your bangers and mash.
You are sopping the greasy residue with your crusty bread when you become aware of a gaunt figure standing by your table.
I've seen the water-horse.
He is an old man, with a quavering voice.
Not more than an hour ago, in a thicket by the red barn.
Edward R. Carter, III |
Edward gestures to an empty chair at the table.
"Please, sir, have a seat and a pint on us. We would be eager to hear any details you might be able to provide. I'm particularly curious about this 'fluttering.' Do you mean to say that this thing seemed to have wings?"
Edward raises a finger toward the barkeep and signals for another ale.
Emrys Hanmer |
Emmys looks up from his plate, his eyes a bit glassed over. He removes his spectacles and rubs his eyes with his forearm. Placing the glasses back upon his face, he mutters, "Sorry Gentlemen, I've been listening to all this speak about water horses and what have you, not to mention that dampening fog, and I must say, I feel myself a bit melancholy."
Taking a sip from his pint, as the glass leaves his mouth, the doctor continues, "Unfortunately, all this is a bit much to take and now we're suggesting that this abomination on God's Earth has sprouted wings? I suggest we find this creature because my senses as a doctor of medicine, taught by wise men at university, are having the utmost difficulty comprehending what is real anymore."
Sorry gents for being absent, had a death in the family recently that I've been dealing with. Will try to be a bit more active but I have been reading along
Edward R. Carter, III |
"While it's true that I supplement my income by selling fanciful stories to the pulp magazines, I have always believed myself to be a rational man as well. My concoctions of visitors from out there..."
Edward waves his hand nonchalantly as if aliens from space was so much hogwash.
"...I've never considered such things to be real. As with the the romances of Wells or Dunsany or M.R. James, I always considered my fictions, for what they're worth, to be allegories. Like my cousin here, I pride myself in following the scientific method in my archeology work at university; it must run in the family. I think it might be best if we could see this water-horse for ourselves, if that is possible."
Edward's thoughts drift even as he's saying this: But none of that is really quite true, is it, Edward, old chap? After all, what we saw in the trench that day in 1917 wasn't fanciful at all, now was it? The colours, the squishing and sloshing sounds...
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To Emrys's player: I'm sorry I jumped the gun and thought you'd dropped out. My condolences to you and your family on your loss.
Edward R. Carter, III |
Edward steeples his fingers.
"If these are not a coincidence, gentlemen, then we have two very different, inexplicable and potentially dangerous phenomena going on. We have to get to the bottom of this, post-haste, for the sake of His Majesty."
Edwards clears his throat and holds up a finger as if to make a point.
"And I want to add that this is for the sake of the POWs who will be located here, as well. Now, do not get me wrong, gentlemen: I am all too familiar with the Hun's atrocities in Belgium during the Great War, and I believe the Nazis to be barbarians, but I also believe that we are on the side of the angels. I do not think we are holding true to our own values if we put Germans soldiers in an area prowled by wild animals, no matter how brutal their countrymen are being on the continent."
Emrys Hanmer |
As Emrys joins into the group, he fiddles with his small-caliber revolver. Rather embarrassingly, he proceeds to spill a few bullets onto the ground as he attempts to load his revolver.
He mutters under his breath as he collects the rounds, "Glad I brought this along, just wish I would have spent more time with this infernal contraption..."
Edward R. Carter, III |
Edward turns to his two comrades: "It gets dark early this far north, gentlemen. We'll need flashlights or lanterns, and it might not be a bad idea to find a good, sturdy branch to use as a torch."
He then tells them, in hushed tones if necessary to avoid eavesdropping by the locals: "Be vigilant. Pay attention to accents. Remember, we may have a German or Germans up in this area. Perhaps they speak English, perhaps not, but they will almost assuredly not have a northern Scotland dialect."