"Sounds like a plan to me. Will reading first, I guess."
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"That might be best. We can see what he was looking into."
Hey guys, My wife has just gone into the hospital as we prepare to welcome our first child. Posting may be sporadic, and I won’t be able to do anything on the maps for a while. I should be back to mostly normal in a couple weeks.
Henry moves out of the store with the others, joining them in going to the car. Once they reach the hotel bar, he grabs two glasses of bourbon and takes a swallow from one. Shooting Jake a 'be quiet' glance, he sets the other in front of Barney and says, "I get where you're coming from, Barney - I want the man responsible for killing Jackson just like you. But we've gotta keep this quiet. We don't know how many of these cultists there are, and we may be badly outnumbered. We also don't want the police making things harder for us, thinking we're trying to do their jobs. We've got to avoid flashing our weapons at everyone who lies to us - even if they deserve it."
"That's a shame. Jackson seemed pretty confident. Do you happen to know of any other shops in the city that might have information about what we were looking for?"
"When we go in, we say we attended Professor Cowles' lecture the other night and were curious about possibly related death cults. We had heard from a friend of ours who writes about them, Jackson Elias, that Mr. N'Kwame might have some items that once were used by such cults, and wanted to know the history of them."
Henry watches the customers carefully, looking for any signs that might link them to Jackson's killers.
On the way down to Harlem, Henry makes sure his gun is fully loaded and ready to go. He seems to expect this to turn violent, and the neighborhood doesn't make him feel any more comfortable. "Reminds me of some of the tenements in Rio." He goes up to the door with Sylvia, and allows her to knock.
Once they leave, Henry pulls out the piece of paper on which Jackson had written, 'Silas N'Kwame'. "We seem to be following the same threads as Jackson, at any rate. We could detour up to Harvard University to see what book Jackson was looking for from this Miriam Atwright, instead. We should handle the funeral arrangements first, though."
Henry shrugs. He didn't know much about Africa, having grown up in America, fought in Europe, and then spent the years since the war in South America. He made note of the name Silas N'Kwame, though. Might be important.
"It's a good idea, but might have to wait until morning. I don't know if they'll still be open this late. It can't hurt to check out, but if it's closed up, we'll have to wait."
"Nice to meet you. We were curious about some of the practices of death cults. For instance, how common is the practice of slicing open the stomach of a sacrifice and removing the intestines?"
Henry considers the evidence, then says, "You know, given that this professor Anthony Cowles seems to know a thing or two about death cults, maybe we should go talk to him? Catch him at the end of his lecture, perhaps?"
Henry eyes the tall, dark haired man and says, "Certainly, Captain. Our friend Jackson Elias asked us to meet with him tonight at eight o'clock, here in his room. When we arrived and knocked on the door, I heard a sound of distress. I kicked in the door to find these two men and one other standing over the body of our friend, who was already dead. This man," here Henry points at the one who attacked him, "attacked me with his knife, there, and forced me to shoot him to defend myself. The other two were fleeing out the fire escape. I remained here, waiting for you and your men, Captain...sorry, what was your name?"
I'm doing some work on my house this week. I'll try to post if Henry is acknowledged, but since he's waiting outside the room for the police, I'm not in this scene.
Henry shakes his head as he looks over the scene. Ah, Jackson. We survived Peru and the kharisiri, only for you to end up dead from some death cult connected to the Carlyle Expedition. What did you find out, my friend? Henry steps out of the room, looking over the scene, and then leans against the wall to divert onlookers.
"Yeah, we just have to hope they don't arrest us, and accept that it was self-defense."
Henry stashes the information in his pockets, then makes it look like the body was never searched.
Henry looks to the others attempting pursuit, then holsters his pistol and bends down to search the cultist for any identification, identifying marks like scars or tattoos, or signs of who sent him to kill Jackson.
Henry is still facing off with the first of the cultists, so he fires at him again.
Henry was a bit occupied by the cultist right in front of him, as he tried to avoid the man's waving knife. He unloaded three bullets towards the man, though.
Well, at least they aren't kharisiri. Henry feels a moment of sorrow as he sees Jackson laid out on the ground. He'd seen similar before - back in Peru, and then some of the bodies during the War. Sorrow quickly turns to rage as the men attack him. "Big mistake." Henry pulls out his pistol and fires at the one who attacked him.
"Get out of the way!" Henry yelled. Once Jake was clear, he tried to kick the door down.
Henry pulled out his lighter, and placed his other hand under his coat to rest on the butt of his pistol in case he had to draw it as Jake opened the door.
"It's not for a smoke. You'll probably want to buy one after this meeting. Trust me." Henry seems very grim about something.
Glancing, he sees Sylvia, the doctor from the other day. "Yes, Sylvia, I did. Do you have a lighter?" Just behind Sylvia, he saw Jake coming into the lobby and waved him over to ask the same question.
Henric hangs up the phone after speaking to Jackson. Jackson sounded scared. I'll bet those damn kharisiri are back. He then goes out and buys a lighter so he has it on him for the meeting, and makes sure his pistol is loaded and in its holster. At 7:55 pm, he arrives at the lobby of the Hotel Chelsea, looking around for anyone acting suspicious.
Henry had absolutely no intention of mentioning kharisiri or anything else about it, so he is readily in agreement with Barney's quick glance. "I suspect he might be working on his next book, and he's looking to bounce ideas off of us. We have a wide variety of experiences, after all, which makes for a lot of different viewpoints."
Henry waves off the cigarette, but he raised his scotch in salute and took a sip. "We met Jackson a few years back on a trip to Peru. He sent me a telegram, too. Barney? Arthur? You guys get one as well." This had better not involve those damn kharisiri.
Yep. Waiting for our new PCs.
It had been four years since their adventure in Peru - a place Henry had avoided since. Still, when Jackson's telegram found him in Rio, he found himself fervently wishing that this would be a nice, simple trip. He hadn't been home to the states since the end of the War, and he had plenty of time to think on the journey there. A meeting in New York meant he'd be fairly close to home, and he might see about checking in on his parents to see how they were doing. Of course, he'd been so long away that he had forgotten how cold it was in New York in January. January was summer in most of South America, and the parts it wasn't were still fairly warm. Purchasing a heavy wool coat, scarf, and gloves, he found himself a fairly inexpensive hotel to check into, then set about walking the town. As he walked, he saw a huge mountain of a man walking down the street. Unless he missed his guess... "Barney Lipscomb, is that you?"
Okay, that's fine. I don't have any experience with the system, so I wanted to make sure I did it right. I'm also back to full Sanity! Yay for not going crazy (yet)!
Does that also apply to attributes (Dexterity, etc)?
...I did not use a wide variety of skills in this adventure.
In the quick start guide it mentioned that if you succeeded on a die roll, at the end of an adventure, you roll a d10 to increase that stat. Are we doing that, as well?
Henry attempts to put the seal portion back into place.
Henry takes another torch from Arthur, and lights the pool on fire. He then hands the torch back to Arthur and attempts to wrap Barney's wound.
"Let's burn this pool of...whatever, then put the seal back in place. We'll go back for that loot, then, and get out of here." "Oh, and make sure we burn Mendoza."
"Nice shot, Jackson! Arthur, light de Mendoza up!" Maintaining his aim on Larkin, he again fires at the man.
Henry suddenly thinks Larkin might be the bigger threat now, and begins firing at him instead
Henry unloads at De Mendoza, firing three rounds.
I think once we get to a point in game that makes sense, we should do that. Of course, we might all be dead soon, so it might not make a difference.
"Why would we do that? Doesn't seem like a particularly good idea to me." Henry's pistol is in his hand, clearly expecting this to turn violent in a hurry.
"Do you think we could burn it off?"
Looking in the direction of the noise, Henry nervously kicks his lips and says, ”We should probably check that out, huh?”
Henry eyes the loot, then sighs and says, "Yeah, you're right. Let's see...which way next?"
"Barney, toss another one on there, just to be sure."
"Not without a torch you don't - the rags, body, mummy, all of it are infested with the kharisiri larva, which will animate the body. Let's burn it."
”I guess they used this place for burial in the old days.”
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