Lawrence Pritchard |
Lawrence nods in agreement. He looks to Mr. Blakesmith. "You said you're used to having money and all that. Perhaps we might 'accidentally' mention your name, or better yet the name of some other monied family you know of? Or at least imply we represent some such family. It could help improve the legitimacy of our cover story."
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
Dr. Mayfield walks into the room as Mr. Pritchard opens the door, and promptly drops his bowler hat as he crosses the threshold. He clumsily attempts to shake Mr. Pritchard's hand.
Mayfield picks up his hat and blushes.
"Forgive me, gentlemen," he says. "I was caught unawares by this summons, but rushed over here as fast as I could."
He carries two crumbling books under his arms, which he drops on the conference room table without regard to decorum.
He wipes his brow with a handkerchief, and then smooths his clothes, which were out of style ten years ago.
Mayfield is a bulky man, with matted black hair and long mustache that twirls on the ends.
"At your pleasure, Dr. Armitage."
He bows melodramatically.
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
Dr. Mayfield's weird history
Being one of the preeminent scholars in ancient religions, Mayfield has been hired to study this so-called “Jaffa Manuscript”.
For four years translation has gone nowhere. It had no relation to any ancient languages. But then Mayfield caught a bizarre break in 1929: One of the members of the Byrd Expedition to Antarctica delivered to Mayfield a rock table not unlike the famous Rosetta Stone. It had been trapped in a strangely angled lock-box found under the Ross Ice Shelf.
The inscriptions on the “Ross Stone” enabled Mayfield to start translating parts of the "Jaffa Manuscript" from its obscure language. Excited at first, Edward discovered that his progress quickly slowed. First, there is the mystery of why this “Ross Stone” was in Antarctica at all and why it related to a manuscript from Jaffa. But worse than that, with every successful interpretation, Mayfield has increasingly nightmarish sleep, dreaming of impossible geometries, unknown colours and disarming slopping sounds.
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Peaslee excuses himself, apparently intending to beginning writing the letter of introduction. Before he leaves he does tell you that the director of the Morning Rise Sanatorium is one Dr. Samuel Havingshill.
Dyer, apparently not entirely convinced that the apocalypse is nigh, asks Knutson what he thinks of the university's prospects upon the football field this season.
Dr. Mayfield, the documents in question, are linked in the Discussion page. .
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Yes. So its a percentile system, you'll want to roll under a set number. So you'll you notice that all your scores are divided into three 'ranks': the 'full' score, 'half', and '1/5'. This corresponds to 'Regular', 'Hard', and 'Extremely Hard' levels of difficulty.
Havingshill moves in quite different circles than a scholar of ancient, Semitic languages; hence the 'Hard' test of your intelligence.
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So the meeting breaks up, with it agreed that you'll visit the sanatorium Monday morning under the guise of potential donors.
AS you're walking across the quad, discussing the many mysteries of the documents you were shown, you notice, somewhat incongruously among the students and academics that make up most of the foot-traffic, two men in the full accoutrements of bee-keepers, crossing the campus.
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
"Well," Edward says, "Then perhaps we should ask them. The manuscript did say wasps, did it not? Or was it hornets? In either case it's a strange coincidence. Damn peculiar, if you'll excuse my French."
Edward taps the top of his head and sighs as he realizes he's forgotten his hat once again. His forehead is already beady with sweat, and New England's infamous mosquitoes seem to find that to their liking.
The two crumbling books that Edward had been carrying were an intended delivery to Dr. Armitage, perhaps from a request prior to the current situation. I didn't intend to have Edward lug books around.
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The two 'bee-keepers' are disappearing around the side of the library.
Dr. Mayfield, you left the books you had been tasked to bring, with Dr. Armitage: a copy of the 1928 "Boston Social Gazette: Who's Who", and "Mystical Theology", by Dionysius the Aeropagite. The latter, a very brief 'pamphlet' of radical Christian theology, from a sixth century mystic (the latter could very well be from your private collection).
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
Edward gives the wasp a wide berth.
Gentlemen, if we may. We are on faculty here, and happen to be doing a project on Entomology. Excuse us rushing over so, but bee keepers caught our attention. If there is a infestation here on campus, we would be most intrigued to hear about what’s going on.
Edward smiles quietly to himself, rather proud of his white lie; prouder still of saying all of it without stuttering or mumbling.
Can Edward see anything unusual the wasp?
Jimmy Knutson |
Looking at the two beekeepers, Jimmy places his hands on his waist, while catching his breath. Pausing briefly for one final draw of air, he beings "Gentleman, as the sports doctor for the campus, may I inquire what is going on? I need to assess if there is a possibility for, um, bee stings to my athletes."
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So I'll assume we're down to '3' now: Pritchard, Mayfield, and Knutson.
Mayfield and Pritchard are in front of library. Knutson has followed the Bee-keepers to the side of the library.
Knutson sees the grounds-keepers backing away from the library.
Knutson, let's have a test a Average test of spot Hidden . You didn't take the skill, so you'll be using the base 25% (unmodified).
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Jimmy doesn't see anything.
Lawrence I'll allow you a roll, but as you're 'rushing' up to the scene I'll impose the 'Disadvantaged condition' mechanism, you'll roll twice and take the worse of the two rolls.
Dr. Mayfield, you have a passing familiarity with the university's grounds-keepers, but you suspect that there are no bee-keepers on the rolls.
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Yes, that's correct Lawrence, so with a skill of 50%, the 23 would have been a success, however, as I said you running to catch up with Jimmy, so you had a disadvantaged condition, and as such, you must go with the worse of the two rolls, the 95.
Lawrence Pritchard dashes around the corner of the building, and only barely manages to halt himself before he crashes into into where Jimmy is chatting with the bee-keepers.
Dr. Mayfield casually strolls up.
The other grounds-keepers seem to be trying to wave you off.
Bee-keeper #1 : "What's that now?"
As he looks behind him.
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Edward puts his hands in his pockets, rifles with some loose change, and says: "I say, we are on faculty here, and happen to be doing a project on entomology. We might could make use of anything you've found out about these vermin."
Edward's "luck" stat is 55. Do I need to roll under that?
Luck: 1d100 ⇒ 59
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I'm going to robo-roll for Jimmy Knutson
Luck for Jimmy Knutson: 1d100 ⇒ 85
Suddenly, you're all engulfed by a buzzing cloud of wasps.
If you're going to do anything, besides run, please say so: and I'll decide if it mitigates the damage.
The bee-keepers race over to where their gear is piled on the ground, and begin quickly gathering up hoses and tanks.
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Dr. Mayfield's stinging damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Jimmy Knutson's stinging damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Lawrence Pritchard's stinging damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
The bee-keepers frantically scramble to contain the swarming wasps; one of the two uses a hive-smoker to try and keep the swarming wasps away, while the other scurries up the ladder to spray the wasp's hive with insecticide.
Finally it appears that the wasps are dead, or driven away.
Bee-keeper #1 : "Are you all right? Don't know what made swarm like that! For that matter it is pretty late in the season for them to be building a big hive like that! "
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The bee-keepers gather up their gear, and leave, after carefully cutting down the hive and depositing it in a trash-can, which they seal and take with them.
Anything you want to do before you go the sanatorium? This is late Thursday afternoon. Your appointment with the director of the sanatorium is Monday.
Lawrence Pritchard |
Woo, attacked by bees. An auspicious beginning!
"Ahem. Well, that was certainly unpleasant," Lawrence says, brushing himself off. He winces as he moves; those stings were going to hurt for a while. "So, gentlemen, shall we go over our plan for the sanatorium visit now? Or perhaps we could meet some other time to make sure we're prepared."
Other than meeting to discuss the trip, Lawrence will probably spend a bit of time one of these days doing a little digging in the library about some of the other things mentioned in the notes.