Glad to have you around for another game cousin ;) (Emrys)
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My inclination is to have a character that is a professor of ancient languages at Miskatonic, but I am open to suggestions if you guys think you need a different character type for balance.
I am thinking Professor of Ancient Languages at Miskatonic, but if you need another type of character, then I will be willing to play anything you like.
Cirle, I sent you a PM. Thanks,
I'm definitely interested in the CoC game!
This has been an awesome game. Thanks so much for all the hard work GMing us and adapting the adventure for this rule set. This is the first PbP I’ve ever had run to completion. As I said above, I’d love another game. I’ll watch the site and see if the rest of you are interested. Again, thanks,
While the downer ending is probably better from a Lovecraftian perspective, I think I’ll vote for the “upbeat” ending since that gives closure to the espionage part of the story.
Once it is obvious that the amulet is not going to save them, Edward takes the artifact and heaves it into the lake. He falls to his knees and begins to quiver. "The thing, he says. "There really was a thing down in the trenches.
"No!!!" Edward screams as the LCDR fades into oblivion. The old writer holds out the amulet in a -- probably hopeless -- attempt to channel any supernatural powers the talisman might have to save the LCDR's life.
As if waking from a nightmare, Edward swings his head about wildly. What the bloody hell? I was in France! Now, now... I’m back... here! Emrys, what in the name of Mother Mary is going on here? Edward's white hair is wild, his blue eyes are bulging.
Edward, sweating from the intense heat, gets to his knees, grabs the amulet. It’s almost as if he can’t NOT pick it up. He NEEDS it.
Edward opens one eye. "Cousin? Cousin, wh'tis? Please don’t tell em those ghastly farmhands have returned."
At the sound of the shotgun blast, Edward throws himself to the ground and covers his head. ”They’re bringing up the big mortars!” Edward yells.
Edward blinks rapidly, taking account of his surroundings. Injured? Injured... oh, yes, that would explain the pain. Seeing the field medic couldn’t hurt. They are very good. And there is this one nurse...
"Emrys? Emrys, is that you? What in the bloody hell are you doing in France?"
Edward, blreay-eyed and shaking, resists the pull of the stranger who’s grabbed him by the arm in the trench. "Away?! I can’t get away! I have to hold our position. The Hun will will be coming over the anytime now. If I leave I’ll be a deserter, a DESERTER!"
Edward drops to his knees. "By all that is holy, the serpent! It slithers! It slithers just like the thing in the trench!" Edward begins to tremble and sob.
They should really mow their grass. This is annoying, Edward says to no one in particular.
Edward makes his way through the weeds and brambles as if he were being drawn to the lake's shore, much in the same way he was drawn to the thing in the trenches in 1916.
Edward kneels down, peers into the water. He takes a whiff to see if it smells. Then, for a reason even he can’t explain, he dips the medallion into the loch.
Something catches Edward’s attention out of the corner of his eye.
My eyes and ears must be playing tricks on me, he thinks. He stays put, the murky water of the lake lapping at his feet.
"The Webley Revolver (also known as the Webley Top-Break Revolver or Webley Self-Extracting Revolver) was, in various marks, a standard issue service pistol for the armed forces of the United Kingdom, and the British Empire and Commonwealth, from 1887 until 1963. The Webley is a top-break revolver and breaking the revolver operates the extractor, which removes cartridges from the cylinder. The Webley Mk I service revolver was adopted in 1887 and the Mk IV, rose to prominence during the Boer War of 1899–1902. The Mk VI, introduced in 1915 during the First World War, is perhaps the best-known model."
Edward pulls out the medallion and trembles as he stares at its emblem of a snake coiling around an inverted trident. He looks up at the coiling fog around the standing stone, back at the coiling snake. He shivers. There must be some connection between this unthinkable scene and the engraving on this medallion. What do you think, Gentlemen? Edward holds the medallion out in his palm so the others can see the detail.
Edward take a deep breath of the cool Scottish air. He begins to feel a little more invigorated, and less like a man who's had the bloody hell beaten out of him. He approaches the stone slabs cautiously, with an academician's eye.
Despite the obvious fact that it’s there in the first place, does Edward see anything about the scene or scenery that seems unusual or out of place?
Be on your guard, gentlemen. I do not think we we lucked out. I think we were LED here, unless paranoia has taken me over.
Edward races to catch up with his companions before the villagers have a chance to regroup. He brings up the rear. A tunnel through the fog is weird, but it's a bloody sight better than a shoot out with a bunch of unhinged cultists.
There’s no way on God's green earth that Edward is "coming out with his hands up." Wounded, scared, fatigued and just plain fed up, Edward fires his pistol at the ground, hoping to scare off the thugs. He turns to his partners: Lets get out, NOW! and races to the window after firing his pistol.
Edward draws his pistol while, at the same time, seriously doubting if he has the energy for a fight.
That would be too many to engage even if we were all healthy. As it stands, we have no choice but to retreat, Edward thinks. He whispers to his companions: Quietly, Gentlemen, Quietly.
Edward, being the healthiest of all, keeps watch while his two wounded comrades attempt to escape through the back window.
As a matter of fact, I am. Edward takes aim at the cultist and pulls the trigger.
Just to be on the safe side, Edward backs up so that he is out of range.
"You'll be cutting no one into any kind of ribbon, so you may as well tell me what is going on. I want it all, the whole story. Start talking." Edward makes sure the man can see the barrel of the gun.
Edward uncovers it with the legs of the milking stool, drops the stool, pulls his pistol and inches closer as he continues to hold the candle out in front of him. |