"Thank you Professor the food is welcome."
later
"I think I will hold off on that telegram for now. Maybe if the photographs show enough to interest the authorities our story will be more believable."
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"I would welcome some food and rest professor. I should also like to send a telegram to my folks. They should be told about what happened to my aunt." Reggie relaxes and starts composing the telegram.
Reggie wanders the room reading titles and pulling the odd tom off the shelf. He is always careful to return it to the same place.
"Yes, Boston it is. I can let my mother know the truth. It might even get us some support." "Best to start walking then." "Thank you for the loan of the car. You are a good man. If I was you I would make up a story about how you were run out of Dunwhich at gunpoint. Would hate to see your company loose any more salesmen." So we walk into town? We should remember to ditch the guns before we hit civilization. No need for questions.
"Like I said. They won. Well, time to walk. Best to return to civilization."
"That would be the believers destroying the evidence, and my aunts house unless I miss my guess. There is nothing more for us here. Reggie looks out into the night. "They won."
Reggie indulges in a jaw cracking yawn. "Car....side...sleep. At least for a couple of hours. Not sure I could manage a ten mile hike right now."
"Which is closer? Not to confident in the amount of petrol we have."
"Much as I would love to talk wilber and his Pa I say we keep driving. We may not get out of the hills before the tank runs dry but we will be well away from Dunwich and neither the Whateley's not the Believers will know where we are. By the time they fond us we will be back in civilization and talking to the state authorities."
Reggie climbs in behind the wheel. "I can." Reggie hands the shotgun to someone who won't need to steer and climbs behind the wheel. Once everyone is inside he excutes a textbook three point turn and begins to motor away from Dunwhich.
"We should be nearing the goat-men soon. I hope they don't know enough to pull down a tree." Reggie draws the spare pistol from his pocket and tucks in between his legs.
Reggie smiles. "Ah so you've met them. We are also seeking to avoid them and they run very fast. So keep you money and get in the back. Between our guns and your automobile, we just might make it to morning."
Reggie starts to move the branches out of the way.
Reggie picks up his shotgun from where he left it on the road.
Reggie hurries to pull the large branches across the road.
"Do we want to stop the car?" Reggie casts about for a log or something to block the road with.
"Humph....Right now I'm not sure we will fare better with that old murderer than with the believers." Reggie continues to hurry through the darkness.
"We will remember you Charlie..." Reggie whispers into the night as they hurry throught the darkness.
"Quick everyone down here! If they don't see anything they will think we moved on."
Reggie lends a couple of hands.
"Well he looked old but not that old. More likely there is a generation that the records missed. These folks don't seem to interested in clerical work."
Reggie looks at the clearly disused chapel. "Look for when the marriage records stop. Perhaps the priest left a note before..."
'That's the idea. They don't seem to be searching underground.'
Reggie grabs the bottle and the sack of nails. He probably cant manage a pickaxe and the load he has already but he'll try if no-one else grabs one.
"I'm with you." Reggie grabs a sack and his shotgun.
"You may be right but it will mainly be the cloth and oil that is burning, and it is damp in here so that should help. In any case we'll need light if we are going below again and this is easier to break than a pew." To Caarlie: "Say Charlie do you see a sexton's shed out there? They must have kept the digging tools somewhere. There may be supplies."
Reggie examines the altar. "Might be a kind of blasphmy but if we smash this we can use some of the keroscene and maybe some gunpowder to rig up some torches. Someone would have to sacrafice a shirt, or a jacket, jacket would be better." Reggie pulls out a fire bomb and a couple of shells as he looks for help in quietly destroying the altar.
"Hold on Herr Professor. Let's take a look around." Reggie scans the chapel.
"Come on, help me move this!" Reggie sets his shotgun on the floor and grabs one end of a heavy pew/bench and tries to move it to block the door. Needless to say the rather scrawny artist fails.
Reggie turns in mid scramble to help Murphy...
and manages to more good than harm.
Reggie moves like a leaf on the wind. An effect rather mitigated by accidently knocking Murphy into Daniel.
"Well it would be a place they won't expect us to go..."
"I understand. Sometimes it is better to taste the metal." Charlie: Reggie pours out a couple of fingers for Charlie. "Here. We should save the rest." "If we are going to see Mr. Whately I'll take the shotgun. There is something I want to ask him" Daniel: "Just a minute." Reggei hurries through the store grabbing some bottles and a cotton dress. DM Z: First are there any more shells or bullets? Second I want to use the Kerosene, some good glass botles, and rags made from the dress to make some firebombs. No Zippo style lighters yet but Ronson had been making one push and permenent match style lighters for years. Reggie will grab and fill a couple. Oh, and check the til. waste not want not.
Reggie fills the canteens from the store tap. He adds a bit of whisky to his. "Pretty raw but it will cover the metal taste."
There is no side room, the grocery store only cosnsits of the former main church room. The shotgun is still at its place at the back side of the counter and Reggie quickly packs a rucksack full of cans and water bottles. He also finds a tent and some other camping supplies, surely enough to give the whole group shelter.
Any hooch? These guys don't seem the types to worry too much about prohabition. Reggie distributes the canteens and supplies among the group.
Reggie eyes the shops stock of kitchen matches and kerosene. "how about we burn this place down?"
Reggie flits into the room searching for camping/hunting supplies. If ther is nothing about he carefully empties a large sack of something and fills it with food that will travel well. Cheeses, jerkey, candy, coffee if he can find a pot. That sort of thing.
Reggie follows silently kitchen knife forgotten where it fell...
DM Z only please: Hey boss I have a question re Heart of madness. Is it going to be survival-horror much longer? Don't get me wrong the game is fine but Reggie is rather unsuited for a high combat game and I am feeling pretty useless. One of the things I like about Cthulhu games is the lack of combat. Generally in Chaosium CoC if you get in a fight something has gone terribly wrong. It makes a nice change from traditional RPG's. So is Reggie a really suitable character for this game?
This is harder to say but I am beginning to feel that the players are getting rather overshadowed by the NPC's. I mean how many NPC's are going around with us ar this point anyway? Armitage and Cummings have the occult and scientific knowledges covered and the two new guys seem to be fighter types so what is left for the players? Anyway that is how I am feeling.
Dropping the kitchen knife Reggie lunges for Murphy's gun! "NO!"
"Listen to the nice man, it would be a pitty to mess up all this writing."
Reggie crouches on the tunnel floor hands to his ears. Rising slowly and working his jaw he turns to Charlie. "Well they know we are here. We should probably keep moving." Reggie is ignoring the mass of death at his feet. It is clearly taking some effort.
"I admit, I would rather flee, but where in this godforsaken town could we stop running?" "New York or maybe Paris? I would consider Shanghai." Reggies attemps to lighten the mood fall flat as the strange thing comes into sight.
"Gott im himmel! What happened...."
"....oh dear..." Reggie draws a large kitchen knife.
"Listen! Do you smell something? Smells sweet and..." Reggie stoops, picks up some dirt and lets it slowly fall through his fingers. "..we are going down. Not fast but down. The tunnel tricks our perspective about what is a true right angle. Harder to fool gravity."
Reggie sticks close to Daniel and the light, one hand on his kitchen knife. "Why do you think these tunnels are here? Would the towsfolk use them?"
"You'll want these. Well I hope you wont but..."
Reggie silently holds out the hunting knife and the pistol.
"And we found some friends!" Reggie heads towards the professor's voice.
Reggie looks around for signs of a struggle....... "This is where we left them......"
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