Understood Avery, the large time lapses do not make it easy. Good luck to you!
All, my move will be complete this Sunday, that day or the day after I will start the game back up again, till then, continued pause.
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ANTARCTICA - Moore/Starkweather Campsite - The Lexington/Moore team begin the process of moving equipment to the Lake Campsite. On the 7th, Fiskarson’s sled team reacts very badly to the campsite. The dogs become extremely excited and difficult to control, snarling and howling in a hostile and uneasy fashion. This behavior is most marked near the line of tall hillocks and the lone tent, but is also notable near the second of the aircraft shelters. By the afternoon, a separate camp and kennel is set up to keep the dogs away from the camp as much as possible. Finally, on the morning of December 8th, the work to unravel the mystery of what happened here at the bottom of the world begins. Moore believes that the mounds within the middle of the camp should be uncovered first while Lexington finds the small line of conical mini-mounds to be most odd. There is also the matter of the collapsed hangars and the large pile of ice northwest of the mounds . To the left of the line is yet another mound to be uncovered. The drill techs Gilmore and O'Doul meanwhile believe that Lake's drill site should be explored first. Professor Arnault argues, successfully, that his men and woman! should be the group to make the decision as to where to start. From saving the ship from fire to uncovering the saboteur on the ship, the Moore/Starkweather Team would not be here were it not for you all!
OK, big push forward now.
Little slow (partially my fault) but great scene. When I have a free minute, I will move us along!
"I am an idiot? You are a financier Mr. Wolf. You care about profits over people. Goldman and Sachs is interested in what they gain from this. I am interested in the very fate of all humanity. What lies beyond those Mountains of Madness is something that those men died for. Something that should perhaps remain here, frozen in these wastes. Think on that before you seek to lecture me on weakness of will or body". That said, he stalks off to his own tent.
He turns to Alphonso and shakes his head, "What could be more private than this place at the end of the Earth? Say what you have to say Mr. Wolf".
"Angry? I'm disgusted and appalled that I have to be out here. We should be heading backwards not forwards".
"Advancements? WE are at the end of the world what is there here but snow and stone? This is about vanity. If I did not need the money, I would not even be here. Smarter? Plenty of smart men lie beneath the ice up there. Just coming here is crazy. Continuing despite the setbacks was crazy too".
"Are we? I was not thinking about that. I was thinking about how that plateau is a mass grave site. Those people gave their lives and here we are, more people, more snow. This place is no place for people. Some things are better left buried".
I get that. This is one of the few games I have not had that issue in at some point. But I was here from the get go. If having more inter party conversations would help Phoebe am happy to chat Avery. Would that help? Only if Avery decides to accompany Phoebe and Stanley to where Williams is outside of the cafeteria (which he certainly can if he wants to) :-)
You're good no worries. I believe Stanley is just busy IRL and I don;t want to have RP just slide by when it presents itself. We move a glacial pace anyway :-) [Pun intended!]
Instead of pushing forward, I am gong to move along the lines of some deeper RP here. Let's try and increase the post rate though so that we can get through it rather quickly :-)
Arnault nods to Alphonso and frowns, "Very well Miss Lexington, we had very little in the way of dealing with him as well". He gives Alphonso and gesture clearly asking to speak with him in private. --- Phoebe grins and states, "I do know someone like that." Her eyes fixate on Stanley. Stanley gets up and follows Williams. He finds him staring off into the distance in the area where Lake's Camp is located.
Sent a PM to Stanley :-)
Nicholas Roerich posts - he is the man your group rescued from the German's back in New York.
Over the next few days you spend time with Lexington’s party in a variety of situations. By and large they are good company, but all of them seem reluctant to fully trust the Starkweather group. You get the sense that they all believe that Starkweather, or someone in his camp, is responsible for the string of mishaps that has plagued their expedition since they set sail. It is an impression that is almost impossible to dispel, doubly ironic since Starkweather himself believes the reverse to be true. Acacia herself is unexpectedly pleasant and outgoing after her initial standoffish demeanor. Work well done pleases her, she does not seem to share her team’s suspicions of the other party. Or at least she does a better job of hiding it. Starkweather alone receives her anger and disdain. At least twice a day, during lunch and after the evening meeting, the combined parties communicate via the now functional radio with the barrier camp and the ships; reports and personal messages are relayed to the world through the base station on the coast. These are pleasant breaks for most of the explorers; they gather around the radio tent and listen to the broadcasts from outside. Starkweather transmits too, from his camp on the Polar Plateau. Lexington’s Belle takes off between 6 and 7 a.m. each morning, bound for the coast. It returns about 6 p.m. with a full load, spending the evening hours on the ground while the pilots sleep or maintain their craft. The two Boeings, Enderby and Weddell, arrive each day about 3 p.m. with their cargoes. They are on the ground less than two hours, flying out before the Belle arrives. Their pilots sleep over at the barrier base camp. On the 5th, Arnault arrives on one of the planes. Arnault asks Lexington about Nicholas Roerich but she barely remembers him. “A friend of my father’s, he came by my house the day before we left New York, but I never got to see him. I haven’t met him in years, in fact. Why do you ask? Do you know him?”
Just giving this scene a chance to play out more if you all like, if I get no further responses on this by Sunday then we will move on :-)
He responds to Phoebe, "Hah, talking altogether. If ya' got someone that knows planes that'd help".
I'll give another day or two to complete this scene then move things along to more formal investigations in the Lake Camp.
As Avery tries to make casual conversation with Williams you see his face is a mask of blankness as if being here is bothering him. He was much more personable with Alphonso at the lower camps. As Williams sighs, shrugs and walks away from Avery, one of Lexington's other men slides over, “He’s always been like that. A real grouch, and touchy too. But he does know how to fly.”
Updates later tonight or tomorrow.
I'll give another day and then BOT the Polar Checks and move us on.
As you assist in setting up the camp yous see that Moore lays out his camp in a very organized way. Three large tents, each capable of holding the entire party at once, seated or standing, are lined up in a row. The first of these is the kitchen tent and larder; the second, the generator and radio tent; and the third is for specimens and supplies. The upwind walls of each of these tents are backed not only by ice block walls but by crates and barrels of supplies that can be left in the cold. Accommodations for the party members are scattered downwind of the large tents, each carefully buttressed behind its own snow bank. One lone tent, furthest downwind of all, is dubbed the “biology tent.” “Sometimes animal specimens have an odor,” Moore explains mildly, and does not elaborate. The camp crew digs trenches for the aircraft and builds ice-block windbreaks around them. These are sturdier affairs than the flimsy ones thrown up by Lake, and by December 1st, are complete. You are told to protect your tents in a similar fashion, with deeply anchored lines and a wall of ice and packed snow to windward.
By December 2nd, the camp crew have erected and strung the twenty foot radio tower and its antenna, connected the generator inside a temporary shelter, and raised the kitchen tent behind its wall of ice. Sykes and Packard mark out a runway with poles and colored flags. The Lexington Camp is smaller and set up by December 2nd, leaving them the 3rd to assist the Moore camp in finalizing the set-up. Acacia’s team are also on hand throughout the hours that follow. Priestley wanders here and there, happily recording everything on film. Again and again he pops up at the investigators’ sides. “Pose for a picture,” he says, as he scuttles back and forth looking for the best light, always asking about what you found in his unfailingly cheerful way. “Come on, mate, it’s history we’re about to make! Look proud for the wife and kids!” After a while it can be quite annoying. Lexington is standoffish and clearly chomping at the bit to head to Lake's Camp. Of them all, the only member of Acacia’s group that does not appear interested in examining Lake’s site is Kyle Williams, her pilot. He seems content to stand at a distance, near the Belle, and stare endlessly across the ice without moving.
"Hmmm", replies Moore. "Perhaps it would be better to keep you all here, set up camp and simply together with the proper equipment excavate".
ANTARCTICA - Moore/Starkweather Campsite - Professor Moore gathers you all together in the kitchen tent the first
“Yes, yes!” he murmurs to himself, writing in a little notebook. “Of course. But why?” He does not explain himself to you. It is clear, however, that he continues to place the highest priority on the solution of the mystery. "We will need to spend time here in camp ensuring that the drilling equipment does indeed work before we move it to Lake's Camp and begin utilizing it. Do you think that shovels can aid you in uncovering anything further before the rest of the camp is ready to move to the Miskatonic site?"
I'll give the other PCs a chance to chime in. If no one does by Saturday, I will move us along, have table top D&D on Friday so I cannot do it that night.
ANTARCTICA - Moore/Starkweather Campsite - Alphonso believes that these rocks were blasted out of the local hillside. Clearly the survivors were intent on getting these bodies properly buried before they left and spared no expense or effort to do so. Even blasted, moving these rocks would have been difficult and time consuming.
The investigators keep searching and find... ...a quarter mile from the main camp, to the south and west and slightly uphill, lies Lake’s drill bore. From the main campsite it can no longer be seen, but the site is not difficult to find if anyone searches the outlying area. This is it, the dig site! The dig site is located on a shallow rise. The local stone rises to within a few feet of the surface of the ice in this spot, giving the ground a darker murkier look than elsewhere. There is very little snow here, and the wind is steady and strong. The site is marked by a singular feature, a misshapen tangle of ice-rimed twisted metal which sticks up out of a rough depression in the ice some five feet across. The ground for several feet around is discolored and uneven. Alphonso is convinced that this is the iced-over effect of a dynamite blast. A large pile of tailings sits to one side, now little more than a mound of darkened ice. Ice and snow have filled the hole in the intervening years; sun and cold have melted and re-frozen it until the opening is filled with a solid plug of ice several feet thick. Substantial digging, drilling, or blasting of the site is clearly necessary before it can be visited again. ------- ...a few hundred yards to the north-northwest of the main camp, toward the mountains, at the base of one of the rocky ridges, is a large cairn. The cairn is almost entirely free of snow and ice. It is perhaps fifteen feet wide and ten feet across, and stands four feet high at the center. The cairn is made of local ice and stone but where that stone came from is not clear, perhaps blasting? Fastened to the top of the cairn with smaller stones are the faded flags of the United States of America and the Miskatonic University Expedition. Wedged against the base of the rocks, largely hidden by snow, is a broad wooden plank, deeply and carefully carved, the inscription blackened with India ink: In Memoriam Miskatonic University Antarctic Expedition - January 24, 1931 Donald Atwood
“We have opened the door to a new world and none now can say what we shall find.”
I'll not contradict any conclusions you want to make, it will take some equipment to dig things out to determine if your assessment is correct or not.
Avery and Phoebe backtrack to where Stanley and Alphonso appear to have discovered something in the main camp. Just east of the small hillocks is a tattered piece of cloth. Perhaps a strong just of wind dislodged this? Perhaps the sun's reflection from one of the wings melted the ice here? Hard to say but this one tattered piece of cloth is exposed to the elements. Tug as he might Stanley cannot dislodge it from the ice. The piece that he can inspect appears to be made of fur coats and some other tougher cloth, tent materials by the look of it. Strange...
Stanley and Alphonso investigate the main camp while Avery and Phoebe head to the Landing Site. ---
The main camp is located in a hollow partially protected from the wind. The steady breeze drops to little more than a breath at ground level, though at chest height it is as strong as elsewhere. This site is covered much more deeply in snow and ice than the hangar area, perhaps because of its relative calm. Many of the remaining structures have fallen in or been crushed; those that
The center of the camp is on treacherous ground.n Freezing waist-high drifts must be waded through to investigate further, an option the Investigators hold off on for now. To the west side of the camp, between it and the aircraft hangars, is a huge mound made of snow and ice blocks. Digging tools would be needed to uncover what this was. The center of the camp is made up of a rough double line of eight variously sized humps and mounds, ranging from two feet to six feet high. One or two of these can be seen to be tents; the rest are shapeless lumps of snow and ice. On the camp’s southern side, about fifty feet from the ring of tents, is a line of curious hummocks of snow, evidently artificial in origin. The line is very straight and extends in an easterly direction, with the mounds ranging from three to six feet high, perhaps fifteen feet across at the base, and each separated by thirty feet from its neighbor. Spot Hidden S&A:
Beyond this curious grouping is another tent-mound, somewhat less covered than the others. ---
Lake’s original landing strip is gone. No sign of the original runway marks remain, and the plateau is quite flat over most of its length. The two original aircraft left by Dyer’s rescue party are still here, by the collapsed remains of their shelters, mostly buried now by snow and ice, and tilted over to one side. Exposed metal has been polished to a fine shine; paint on windward surfaces long since has been stripped away. Polar Survival check:
Likely violent winds have swept through here more than once since that fateful day part of the reason for the collapse. A grim fate indeed and a warning to the current Expedition what could go wrong. Two other mounds are nearby, quite large, and encased in thick ice. Whatever is in there, if anything, would take some time to dig out. Close by the aircraft shelters is a small set of fuel drums, frozen together by a thick rime of ice and covered over with snow so that it looks like a chest-high hillock. . There are eighteen drums total. The barrels are all upright and stacked together except two. These have fallen on their sides and lie a few feet from the rest, smaller lumps under the snow. A short distance away in the direction of the main camp, a heavy bamboo pole still sticks up out of the ice. The tattered, faded remnants of a windsock, still barely clinging to the pole, flutter sadly in the wind. Spot Hidden A&P: You notice another dark, uneven region, about sixty feet to one side.
The Investigators head off in the direction of Make's Camp as the Moore/Lexington personnel begin to set up the new base camp. A few from Lexington's camp watch as you all bundle up and head set out, soon enough they return to their work as you four trudge on. Soon enough you arrive, chilly but eager to see the Camp. What has taken months to find is certainly not much to look at, certainly the mountains that loom to the north are breathtaking but this site is not. The remains in Lake’s Camp can be roughly divided into the landing area, the camp proper, and the dig site. Snow has covered over many of the structures, melted and refrozen into a solid mass where dark remains lie in the open. Polar Survival Roll:
The dark color of those scraps was enough
to heat the snow around them to melting during the bright summer days, only to have it freeze solid in the long night, never to thaw again.
Couple of busy days there, will have a post up late tomorrow night to start exploring :-)
The explorers seal their clothing, fasten snow goggles, and exit the aircraft. Moore takes charge of the men in the other Boeing, bustling about with decision. He asks the guide, Sykes, to select a new campsite for the party that is but a short distance away from the old one on untouched ground. The pilots are told to check over their planes; Packard, Cole, and the flight crews begin unloading cargo and supplies, setting up the large group tents, and erecting the radio aerial. Acacia Lexington and her people watch the bustle for a moment without
Stanley spots it and Phoebe confirms it, Lake's Camp is below! Moore radios Lexington's Belle to alert them to the findings. Both aircraft slew off to the left, circling roughly twice over the site before straightening out to land. The remains of Lake’s Camp are almost impossible to see against the pattern of rock, ice, and snow below. The camp is on a small plateau of level ground, nearly a mile in length, partially sheltered from the incessant wind by a low ridge and surrounding hills. The site looks like thousands of others nearby, but the mounds and patches of darkness on the ice are suspiciously regular in size. The best way to land here is into the wind, facing away from the mountains. The terrible buffeting does not cease until the aircraft is no more than a few feet from the ground.The landing is rough but the Pilots of both aircraft are some of the best in the world, quite literally, and the touch down causes no damage to equipment or personnel. Spot Hidden Check:
You catch sight of an additional dark mound—the burial cairn—a quarter mile west of the camp at the base of a stony ridge. No hint of its nature can be seen from the air. The roar of the engines dies away, replaced by silence and the singing wind. It is a desolate, lonely sound. For a moment, no one moves, then Professor Moore unbuckles himself and crouches down by all of you, looking each of you in the eyes in turn. “You know why we’re here, of course,” he says in a low voice, intent and serious. “We’re here to find out what happened three years ago. What really happened. Something terrible took place outside, just a few yards from this spot. I don’t know what it was, but it cost me a number of good friends. And the ones who know what it was—the ones who came home—are afraid to tell.” He pauses to let that sink in. “I know those men, as I knew the men who died. Lake, Atwood, Carroll—they were brave fellows. Not afraid of
I ask your help in this. You’re not afraid to look under rocks, or to make sense of what you find. I want to know what is here—where everything is—before calling Mister Starkweather. Don’t move anything yet, but find it all. Clear off as much snow as you can without disturbing things. We have the better part of a day before the drills and ice melters arrive. Apart from setting up your tents, the site is yours until then.
He stares for a moment out the window at the Belle and her crew, spectacled face carefully bland, then turns to the door.
A post is up for spot hidden rolls :-)
By evening the expedition aircraft are prowling the higher foothills, searching for Lake’s Camp. The ground below is a turbulent landscape of rock and snow. Hillocks and ridges attest to the immensity of geologic pressure; huge fields and drifts of snow lie caught in depressions and narrow twisting valleys, while lesser peaks and ridges of raw stone peek out above glaciers and whiteclad slopes. Lake’s Camp is in these foothills, at an altitude of twelve thousand feet above sea level, a full half mile above the polar plain. The Miskatonics dominate the western landscape, a brooding wall of dark heavy escarpments that pulls the eye away from the ground below. Moore has the proper coordinates, taken from radio accounts at the time, but the land below is wide. The aircraft in search of the Camp are in constant communication, the farther westward you travel the stranger the aircraft radios begin to behave. Distortion and interference become louder at lest with respect to contacting base camp with updates. The air above these rough barren hills is turbulent and difficult to fly through. The aircraft jolt and shudder continuously, slamming dozens or even hundreds of feet up or down in the space of a breath. Small bits of equipment fly loose from their tiedowns and clatter about the cabin. This also makes the search tougher as it requires everyone to stay strapped down instead of moving about to utilize every port to search the ground below for signs of the encampment.
OK, that was a big post, I'll let you all react before we move on and land! Finally, you are getting to the Campsite, an event 3 1/2 years and a dozen lost PCs later :-) We are 100 pages into the Module with 150 pages to go, hopefully my life will stabilize one day and we can move at a bit more brisk of a pace. Up to now the threats have been human, that will soon change...
The three aircraft take to the air shortly after lunch on November 30th and fly westward in crystalline skies. Moore perches in the Weddell’s copilot’s seat, staring forward into the distant haze with desperate intensity. He does not speak, ignoring everyone, oblivious to all but the spectacle before him. The mood in the aircraft’s crowded cabin is tense, a rich mixture of excitement and dread. Everyone knows that soon the expedition will arrive at Lake’s Camp. Soon everyone will know the truth—will see for themselves what is left of the brave men who died three years ago. No one speaks in the cabin. The whine of the wind and the powerful shuddering roar of the Boeing’s engines are felt in everyone’s bones; they express it all, without words. There is little need to say anything. The weather is perfect for flying. Once again Starkweather’s gamble with the season seems to have paid off. Everything is clear, white, and cold. The investigators, faces pressed to breath-fogged panes, seem able to see to the ends of the world. The first hints of the Miskatonic Mountains are seen less than an hour after takeoff—dark smudges on the horizon that resolve themselves in time into a line of jagged peaks. ‘Like the Himalayas,’ Lake reported, and he was correct: these are primordial giants, thrusting stark and bare into the upper air. They march off unbroken, southeast and northwest, until they are lost in the distance. Truly, it seems, the party looks upon the wall at the end of the world. It takes many hours to approach these mountains. They grow clearer slowly. They are gigantic, but distant. The range is solid, rising like
As the aircraft close, foothills appear. These are Antarctic rises of more ordinary aspect, rising in some cases thousands of feet above the Polar Plateau. In any other place, they would themselves be called mountains—here they are dwarfed into insignificance by the horrible majesty of their parent range. Moore’s aëroplane and the others must climb up, and up again, as the land rises beneath them. Eight thousand
By late afternoon another phenomenon can be seen. Huge shadows reach out from the mighty mountain walls, distorting and shrouding the neighboring peaks and flowing like a gray many-fingered river over the lower hills and the edges of the plain. These mountains are enormous, enough that even in the summer the sun must pass behind them every day, thrusting long fingers of shadow for more than twenty miles across the foothills and the plain beyond. The closer the trio of aircraft gets to the mountain wall, the more details appear. Moore using binoculars makes out strange regular outcroppings on the sides of some of the nearer peaks. He hand them to you all to look for yourselves, "Fascinating", is all he can whisper. There are cylinders, deep gouges, and cuboid excrescences that look to the observer as if they must have been formed by intelligent hands. But of course that is absurd! The sky ahead, above the Miskatonics’ silhouette, takes on a hazy brilliance as the day begins to wane. The rays of sunlight pierce the windows from directly before the craft, carving the jagged western skyline out of blackness and half-blinding the observers searching the ground below. Moore recites a passage from the earlier Expedition, "Little by little they rose grimly into the western sky; allowing us to witness various bare, bleak and blackened summits . . . in the reddish Antarctic light against the provocative background of iridescent ice-dust clouds. In the whole spectacle there was a persistent, pervasive hint of stupendous secrecy and potential revelation. . . . I could not help feeling that they were evil things—mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. I understand now what he meant by that..."
Arnaults Tale From James:
Starkweather sighs, "I led the young woman on Safari in Africa.
Despite a few minor mishaps, the trip went smoothly. We were fortunate that I had experienced bearers. When the time came to return to Nairobi, Lexington had seen everything she had hoped to, with the exception of a giraffe. She demanded to see a giraffe before returning home. Well I knew just the place, and it would add only two days to the trip (she had four days before her ship departed from Zanzibar home). The expedition set off on a detour which involved crossing one of the Congo tributaries. Acacia became fearful at the sight of rain clouds passing overhead, and wanted to turn back. I assured her that the rain would be falling only on the higher ground a few miles distant. The location lived up to expectations and after a day spent photographing more giraffes than she had hoped for, we returned to the ford to find that the quiet stream had risen and was now a roaring torrent, carrying the previous day’s rainfall down from the hills. Well, I wanted to cross, but the head bearer said the river was completely impassable and his men refused. He said it would take several days for the level to drop again. That would mean that Lexington would miss her ship. In order to prevent the bearers from abandoning the party, I set them to chopping down trees with the intention of building rafts. Acacia argued against the plan, but I was able to make her see reason. Secretly I instructed the head bearer to go to the nearest village to acquire men and canoes in order to be ferried across. The plan succeeded, and the river was crossed easily. Lexington spent the remainder of the trip in an angry silence, hurt that I had not confided in her regarding my plan. The return to Nairobi was uneventful, and she caught her ship at Mombassa. After that I released the story to the papers at which she became incensed and stated that I mis-characterized events for my own benefit after placing her life "in danger". Well, ever since that accusation I have had nothing to do with her or her father, God rest his soul. No doubt that is why she seeks to one up me or perhaps two up me. Sabotage my expedition and in turn become successful at the very thing I so publicly vowed to do!" Phoebe also did some digging herself...
Phoebe's Previous Research n Starkweather:
Starkweather: 1. At the end of the Great War, Starkweather was decommissioned and set himself up as a safari guide to the wealthy in Kenya. He also guided a university-backed expedition looking for the ruined Congo basin city first discovered by Sir Wade Jermyn in the 18th century. Although unsuccessful in finding the city itself, the expedition brought back a large number of important and intriguing artifacts. 2. In 1920, Starkweather was recommended to Acacia Lexington’s father by a mutual friend as the ideal person to guide
DARING RESCUE OF HEIRESS Nairobi (INS)—The dark continent where the wonders of nature can turn on man and prove deadly has shown once again that wherever European man goes, so goes chivalry. Wireless reports out of the Belgian colonies in Africa tell of the daring rescue of our own socialite scamp Acacia Lexington by that gallant Englishman, Captain James Starkweather. Lovely Lexington has been touring the regions of darkest Africa dominated by the mighty Lake Tanganyika. Savages fight daily with alligators longer than a Deusenberg to ensure the passage of commerce in this wild
The wild beasts, gentled by our own lovely Lady Lexington, came within a few feet of the party without making threatening gestures. Lady Lexington’s presence was so compelling that when she came upon a baby giraffe in the grasses, she immediately tamed it and was able to even embrace it briefly before it returned to its herd, earning her the nickname among the savages as ‘“The Woman Whom the Giraffes Love.” On the return trip to Nairobi, sudden rains caught the party crossing a branch of the mighty Nakuru river. The party was nearly lost as savages panicked under the onslaught of the rain and river. Brave Captain Starkweather rallied the natives and had them chop trees and fashion rafts to carry the supplies to safety. A
We’ll all be thanking Captain Starkweather for the safe return of one of the brightest lights of our social season. Hurrah for him and hurrah for chivalry! 3. In 1922, Starkweather was commissioned by the Chandler Foundation, in conjunction with the University of California, to lead a five month expedition to cross some 1,200 miles of Australian desert, from the Great Sandy Desert to the Great
4. In the summer of 1925, he agreed to lead a group of Miskatonic University geologists in a daring survey of the western
5. The Himalayan expedition also marked the first of Starkweather’s books. Titled Survival at the World’s Roof, published
6. James Starkweather had the misfortune to choose the ill-fated Italia expedition, an attempt in 1928 to fly over the North Pole. Despite the confused and indifferent organizing of the expedition, the airship Italia achieved the North Pole, but crashed on the return journey. Although rescue attempts were made by various countries, they were also poorly organized
7. In 1929 Starkweather retired from the Safari business and began to write his memoirs. 8. As a favor to his friend Doctor Moore, Starkweather accompanied a minor Miskatonic University expedition to Costa Rica
Most recently, he has obviously agreed to lead this latest expedition to the Antarctic. The link to that post:
Other important Research Links:
Professor Moore responds, "The past relates to a ah a ..." Lexington chimes in, "A trip that James and I were on some time ago..." "That turned out unsatisfactory for both parties", Starkweather finishes. "It has nothing to do with this Expedition, why someone, anyone, would want to sabotage either of our Expeditions is beyond me", states Moore. Both Starkweather and Lexington nod in agreement, perhaps for the first time! Starkweathwer grins, "I like the idea to be sure my friends. Once we return from this initial foray we will implement this idea, now time is of the essence and we must take immediate advantage of the break in the weather. You can reach me by radio when you’re ready to push on I’m sure you’ll all make your names in science, digging in the ground, but the newspapers want stronger stuff for the front page. Man against the elements! Sweeping, uncharted vistas! The baying of the huskies, the ring of sled runners on the ice! That’s what catches their fancy! I’ll be along, never fear. In a few days I’ll catch up to you, and we’ll all climb those mountains together, eh? What d’you say?” Lexington rolls her eyes but Moore nods in agreement. Starkweather clasps hands with you all and heads to his plane. Moore turns to you all, "Myself, the rest of you, Michael O’Doul with the first pieces of the Pabodie drills. O’Doul and the drills
Miss Lexington you will come out on the Belle. This is quite exciting, within the day we will finally be investigating lake's camp!" Lexington smiles in agreement, she seems much happier with Starkweather away.
Starkweather seems a bit disturbed at the suggestion. Moore raises his eyebrows in surprise at the thought that there are traitors among the groups, no doubt he suspected this but few have said it aloud. Lexington frowns, "A third party? What third party? I was quite sure that..." and her comment trails off. Starkweather turns to her, "Finish your sentence young Lady, that what..." Moore clears his throat, "It does not matter that which is in the past should stay buried". Starkweather chuckles, "A fine thing to be said as we quest to uncover the discoveries of a failed Expedition from years ago Professor!" Moore retorts getting loud for perhaps the first time, "That was not what I meant James and you know it!" Lexington gets back on point, "Who would select these random teams?"
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