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'How dare you!' Aysha slaps the curator on his cheek (a little too hard perhaps) and screams (probably a bit too melodramatically) 'I am sure I do not know what you mean by being so familiar!' with that, Aysha runs out of the room.

I must try to find Miss Stella, she can't have gone too far

Seeing that Stella has sneaked off without being noticed, Aysha realises that she will need to distract the curators for a while.

Turning to O'Donnell, 'I wonder if you remember me sir. You may recall my father. He has told me many stories of the times you spent together. He has been told by my mother amongst others that his work with you was beneath him. He being a maharajah and all that comes with his position. But there has always been some unmentionable bond between him and the museum's work. I hope to be included someday, as women become more accepted in the field. The Professor understood...., his going must be a great loss for you too, I imagine?'

'Well, as you know Jerry, Spurkin is the name of the ancient town in Greece that was discovered by the Harvard archaeological team 20 years ago. After centuries of being surrounded and made inaccessible by an ash cloud from the eruption of Mount Yali. However, rumour has it that soon after the discovery, and a few days before the team was set to recover ancient religious and cultural artefacts, the team fell ill with a fatal fever. Nearly all recovered apart from a great friend of Professor Vernon's, who sadly died from a fatal lung disease....'
Aysha's face screwed up as she tried to remember his name.
'What was his name Professor?.... Anyway part of the rumour is that the town is cursed and should never have been tampered with or 'invaded', as some spiritualists have claimed. As a man of great belief in empiricism, Veronon never believed these superstitious folk and was determined to prove them wrong'
Aysha suddenly stops pensively. Mumbling again she continues, 'Obviously when we went over to explore he wanted us to come back here with the objects we had found. We would have proof if we survived and shirked off the rumours of a curse.... but what if Vernon's theory was flawed....'

Looking over at Professor Merriweather and seeing that he is distant Aysha tries to entice interaction with the group in the present, reminding him of their time together with Vernon.
'Thank you Jerry, yes the professor and I go back about 4 years now. We worked on the Spurkin discovery together. Do you remember how intrigued Vernon was to see our progress. He called us his golden spurs and urged us to come back to London with him to share the collection with his colleagues here and gain the recognition we deserved' mumbling now Aysha continues 'But our foolish arrogance and pride took over though, didn't it? and we stayed....'

Aysha giggles as she remembers that professor Merriweather was not a very perceptive chap when it came to relationships. he is a great academic but needs to pay more attention to making more human social acquaintances. His books have always been his best friends. However I have been wondering if Miss Stella has a beau back in the States...
'Good Morning Professor though I wish we were meeting under a lighter cloud. We are terribly sorry to be meeting you at this time and we hope we are no bother to you. We would like some help understanding what happened to dear Vernon. I imagine you have been pondering this too.'

Suddenly Aysha catches the time on her dad's pocket watch.
'9'o clock?!'
'Oh no father I have to go!'
'But Sha....'
its too late- after snatching another currant teacake Aysha runs out of the house trying to catch a cab.
my new friends will think i am not to be trusted if I arrive late! My father has lost a dear friend and it is disrespectful to leave him while he is in distress but more lives and cultural history may be at stake here
Running frantically through the doors of the museum remember to smile sweetly at Billy on reception! Aysha passes through the entrance hall with only a 'But Miss Myrni...!' from Bill on security
'Miss Mahoney, Mr Mcnaughton! They both turn round to see Aysha bright red in the face, arms flailing as she tries to catch them up.
Aysha rambles by way of apology 'Well i had woken up with plenty of time, was having breakfast when my aggrieved father arrived, he always arrives at the most inopportune moments. Then he is upset about the professor, and who would blame him, sometimes I blame myself..... she finally slows down to ask a meaningful question 'Anyway well I say, what do you think of Edward... He is on a private errand? do you think?'

'Yes I would like to accompany you, Stella, to the British Museum if you will be so kind. I have worked closely with Merriweather and O'Donnell on a number of occasions on our various research projects. I hope we can trust them to open up to us if they have any information for us. The Sera Alta has many intricacies which many an archaeologist has been trying to fathom. I just hope we are not too late. My fear is that someone, something or some group is already using the wisdom enclosed to their own evil ends!' Aysha decides to finish another triangular- shaped sandwich and sweet cupcake before going to bed

'I'm in!' Aysha exclaims always eager to be involved in an excursion.

Gazing longingly at the cucumber and cress sandwiches, Aysha wonders if they have time to have a nibble of something before the trek outside to unknown territories....

'Lily?!'
I am sure my father has spoken of a Lily. she didn't use to look after me as a child, did she?....

'Yes, I think it is raining outside now! Ha ha! Aysha replies with a nervous giggle as she narrowly escaped death!

'Ahh Edward you are late.... as usual and still no taste in umbrellas... it's a shame! anyway at least you are here now. Stella needs all the help she can get- this place looks like a herd of cattle charged through it!'

'maybe we should start by looking through his antiquities, let's leave the books for now.'

Stella and Edward follow Aysha's gaze as she drips from head to toe all over the professor's prized Persian carpet.

Aysha is not sure Marion can help her and is feeling suddenly claustrophobic. She steps outside, where the rain is hammering down, to think.

My father told me Vernon was a great reader, the best of academics. I think I must see his library. There has to be a clue there. If only I had followed Stella

Aysha scans the misty street for a clue for the route that Jerry and Stella took.

Can Aysha see anything?

1d100 ⇒ 31

Hearing that Edward wanted to know where the professor's office is. Aysha decides to search for Marion who must still be at the museum.

'I couldn't help overhearing your idea to find the professor's office Edward. I think I can help. Be discreet- I will be back'

I think Marion has shown that she can be trusted and she has extensive knowledge of London archaeological society. she may know where his office is.

Aysha spots a white (with shock) Marion at the bar with a bottle of whiskey.
'this is terrible Marion. Is there anything we can do?'

Acccckkkhh! Shocked and distressed at what she is seeing, Aysha hurries over to where Stella and Jerry are, with the dying and haunted Professor Vernon.

what a fool I have been. I should have spoken to the professor when he needed me instead of giving into my own pride and stubbornness. Desperate measures have been taken, and to think I could have prevented it all by retrieving the mystery that Vernon has taken to his grave!

Turning to Jerry and Stella with panic in her eyes she whimpers 'This is a signal for us and us alone. We are together now thrown into a web of desperate discovery'

Although she is used to compliments and relishes them from men, Aysha cant help but feel unnerved by this beautiful, confident young woman.

'It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Mahoney, you do me such an honour with your kind comments. I see you have England down to a tee with your sharp insight on our culture of transport and architecture' Aysha giggles.

'I have to admit London is not the best place to visit to see the real ethereal spirit of this isle. I hope I will have the pleasure of showing you my family's summer house in Devon sometime. You must have come from an equally exotic place as your accent portrays. Can you tell me from where you come? intrigued by Stella, Aysha hangs on for the next word from her or Gerry to find out more.

Aysha, feeling a need to meet more people and a drink saunters up from behind the bar and before she is able to acclimatise to the light the golden ballroom has, a well spoken handsome man approaches her and offers a chute of champagne.

'Miss Myrni I presume?. It's a pleasure to meet you, your reputation comes before you. I know your father. My Name is Gerald McNaughton and you may call me Jerry if you please' {/b]

[b]'Hello Mr McNaughton'

As Gerald catches a sense of irritation at him mentioning his connection to her father, he quickly tries to recover. 'I recognised you instantly. You look stunning as I have often heard you talked about so.'

'Thank you though I do not deserve such praise.' My mother always taught me to be modest though I do believe this man has great taste and knows how well I am.

'How are you enjoying the society in the centre of town?'

'I am very used to it all by now and have met many curious and delightful people daily. Pray tell me, what brings you to the city?

Psychology 1d100 ⇒ 75

'I have heard that presently no-one is allowed in and no-one is allowed to leave, I am puzzled as to how that is possible. It could be that you and I will be the last members. I am waiting instruction as to what to do next but I know it won't be long'

As Aysha takes the last drag of the cigarette from her delicate fingers she wonders if she was too hasty to run from the inquirer earlier

'Well that was a close call. He is NOT my chaperone!- I don't need one. I recognise him as an acquaintance of my father and I have made a decision to avoid all such acquaintances for a while tonight.'
As she takes a drag of the cigarette just offered to her, she remembers the symbol her follower depicted earlier.

'So... how did you become a member of The Society?'

still staring at the mysterious curator, she comes out of her trance by Marion's giggle. 'mmmm... yes I wonder...'

he is flustered. My father would never approve yet with an acquaintance like him life could never be dull

'Miss Myrni!' the voice of Vernon Whitlow from across the hall 'Miss Myrni?! he enquires perplexed, as she is now nowhere to be seen

Aysha has disappeared down a flight of steps near the bar

Aysha Myrni wrote:

sorry flubadub is me! Im such an amateur!!

It's alright, it's everyones 1st time with this format.

So, what you do is type what your character is doing, saying and if you want feeling. What you type you do.

You might type... "Aysha enters the ballroom, looking stunning. Grabbing a flute of champagne she circulates. Starting with *Random made up person*, she asks him what he has been doing recently."

Skills come into play when you do something complicated, that your Aysha might not be able to do.

For example, "Aysha drives at high speed away from the party weaving between traffic."

You then might add a roll in there, using the in built dice-roller {dice]1d100{/dice} trying to roll lower than your skill.

Thanks Chris

The conversation with Marion progresses.

[/Actually I haven’t and I am quite taken aback by the opulence. There is nothing to rival the antiquity and mystery that is tucked away here] Aysha remarks.
Aysha is weary of Ms Ainsworth as she is not sure where or how Marion has acquired such knowledge as to be able to be so open with her about a secret that she has kept so well hidden for so long.
Ms Ainsworth just doesn’t seem like a likely recruit. Aysha smiles sweetly and enters into conversation about ancient times and splendour unheard of in the 20th Century.

As conversation dilutes her attention is caught by a startling scarred gentleman

Aysha pulls up in her carriage. She has been to numerous of these occasions yet still this night seems to hold some promise never felt before.

She steps delicately out onto the cobbles trying to avoid touching horse dung with her orange silk slippers. As she sighs, she hitches up her long beaded muslin dress and approaches the opulent entrance.

She awaits to be announced and scans for ways to go unnoticed from her father's acquaintances into a world of ancient artefacts and people who long for adventure

sorry flubadub is me! Im such an amateur!!

Mahya here

Name: Aysha Myrni
Occupation: human rights activist
Nationality: Indian
Residence: London
Religion:
Gender: Fermale
Age: 21
Status: Daughter of Maharajah

Background / Description:
1st daughter, 3rd child
Her father is Maharaja Jagajit Singh of Kaputhala
Her mum & sisters are still in India, she has been in England for 6 months
She is a stunning sporty adventurous and educated petite Hindi lady
She is a graduate in history and is a linguist. She speaks English, Hindi, French and Latin
She has interests in archeology/history, playing pranks, knitting. She plays the flute and her tongue is as sharp as her spear. She is quite good at shooting the bow while riding as well.

On a typical day, she wakes up at 11am.
A house servant helps her get dressed and she has breakfast (which is made, obviously)
Her dad normally leaves her a note to say what he is up to.
She then is chauffered by car to the nearest political rally

In the evenings she often goes out on dinners hosted by England/s Elite. Her dad is often there, introducing her to people.
She has lots of suitors, but isn't interested in them as they are all silly.

Her dad despairs at her lack of interest in men & doesn't know that she is not a virgin.

Stats:
Roll 1
3d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 3) = 8
3d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 6) = 17
3d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 1) = 7
3d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 4) = 8
3d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 4) = 14
3d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 3) = 11
2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6
2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

Roll 2
3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) = 7
3d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 1) = 12
3d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 6) = 13
3d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 6) = 13
3d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 5) = 12
3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 2) = 8
2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

Roll 3
3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5) = 11
3d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 5) = 15
3d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 4) = 13
3d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 5) = 14
3d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 5) = 9
3d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 3) = 9
2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7
2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7

using roll 3
Stats:

STR: 9
DEX: 9
CON: 11
SIZ: 13
INT: 13
EDU: 17
APP: 15
POW: 13

Sanity Points: 65
Hit Points: 15

(130) free
[340] career

Here are your base %, to which you can add skill points.

Skills:

Accounting: 10%
Anthropology: 1%
Archaeology: 1% [39] 40
Art: (Flute) 5% (30) 35
Astronomy 1%
Bargain 5%
Biology 1%
Chemistry 1%
Climb 40%
Conceal 15
Craft 5
Credit Rating 15 [45] 60
Cthulhu Mythos 0% (MAX)
Disguise 1% [39] 40
Dodge
Drive Auto 20%
Electrical Repair 10%
Fast Talk 5% [35] 40
First Aid 30% (10) 40
Geology 1%
Hide 10%
History 20%
Jump 25%
Law 5%
Library Use 25% (20) 45
Listen 25%
Locksmith 1%
Martial Arts 1%
Mechanical Repair 20%
Medicine 5%
Natural History 10%
Navigate 10% (20) 30
Occult 5% (20) 25
Operate Heavy Machinery: 1%
Languages (see above)
Hindi 85
English 42 [23] 65
French 21 [24] 45
Latin 0 [25] 25
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Persuade 15%
Pharmacy 1%
Photography 10%
Physics 1%
Pilot 1%
Psychoanalysis 1%
Psychology 5%
Ride 5% [35] 40
Sneak 10% (20) 30
Spot hidden 25%
Swim: 25%
Throw: 25%
Track: 10%

Martial skills

Bow: 20% [50] 70
Spear: 15%
Knife: 25%
Shotgun: 30%
SMG: 15%
Fist: 50%
Grapple: 25%
Head butt: 10%
Kick: 25% (10) 35