Dr. Edward Mayfield |
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All right, Dr. Maysfield, I'm going to handle the directorial reins over to you for a just a bit. What is this place called? What's its legal front? High or low class clientele? Do you know any regulars there?
I'm all for collaborative world-building. If anyone has an idea for a scene that they would think would be fun, a NPC or contact that they would like to have, or just some color detail that they would like to add, feel free to suggest it.
This is a sand-box: be creative.
Within common sense limits: no "My daddy keeps a working Maxim Machine gun in the garage! "
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
"Seventh Avenue is the name of the joint. It's actually a kaffeeklatch wedged between two buildings on Garrison Street between Main and River. On the road to Innsmouth."
At this, Edward visibly shudders, though he doesn't quite know why.
"The barista is a friend to many a student, but also holds the key to a back room that is less, how shall we say, academic. Many of the dock workers along the Miskatonic come up there, and they don't suffer youthful indiscretions."
Edward wipes his sweaty brow, still burning from the sweltering heat. "Ah, and the cover charge is a bit steep, gentlemen. Fifty cents a person."
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An argument is brewing among some of the place's more inebriated patrons
further down the bar.
Drunk #1 : "The Russian will murder Frankel! It'll be over by the second round!"
Drunk #2 : "You don't know your onions! I've got two clams on the Russian!"
Barkeep : (To the fight-fans) "Keep it down!" (To you) "Come on bub, I ain't got all day."
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
Edward puzzles over the argument.
Some type of sporting festival? Second round? Boxing, maybe? Or is that a football term?
Edward is startled out of his daydream, and quickly orders mugs of beer for each of them before the bartender can get too testy.
What are the odds that Edward knows the bartender? Is there a skill check roll for that?
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
POW: 1d100 ⇒ 33 Luck roll to see if Edward knows the barkeep. And... barely does not.
Edward gives a courteous salute to him. "Sorry to stare, sir. You look like someone I once knew."
Edward pays for the drafts, hands them to his colleagues, then scans the crowded room for an empty table.
Lawrence Pritchard |
Lawrence takes his drink from Edward, then goes with the pair to an empty table. He takes a seat and sips from his beer before placing it on the table. First some small talk, perhaps? "So," he begins. "Any idea what those loudmouths are arguing about?" He tilts his head in the direction of the two shouting drunks.
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
"Whatever this sport gaming event is, I cannot help but to think of the Russian strongmen that Armitage's papers refer to. That seems to be too much of a coincidence for my taste."
Edward takes a long gulp of beer, half of which seems to spill onto his shirt-front. He sloppily wipes foam from his beard.
"But this sanitarium business has me doubly intrigued. Was Dr. Armitage himself a patient there at some point? Is that where he penned these oblique writings? And while ravings of a man in mental distress is the most sensible explanation, I have read too many ancient manuscripts of the prophets to discount some kind of prediction of the future."
Edward burps.
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
The Horror!
Edward hunches over the map and dons his out-dated spectacles.
"We are here, my good fellow,"Edward says, "and if you follow the Aylesbury Pike, which runs along the Miskatonic River, you make about 20 miles to the turnoff to Concord, and then another 20-25 miles from there to Dunwich."
Edward raises his eyeglasses. "Does that sound about right to you, gentlemen? he asks his fellow Arkamhamians.
Why would anyone want to go to such a dreadful place, Edward wonders.
As usual, he also wonders whether he spoke his thoughts out loud, a habit he is trying to break.
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So Nils, you've heard of some standing stones, in farmlands outside of a small hamlet called Dunwich. Conventional archaeology is quite dismissive of the claims of some that these stones might be neolithic menhirs. While there's no mention of Nordic runes, you're thinking of visiting the site yourself.
Finding this speakeasy has turned out well, as one of the patrons drinking beside you at the bar has thoughtfully given you directions to the isolated village.
Do you detect some reticence though as he details the the route that will lead you to the town?
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Several of the place's patrons, scowling, shift themselves a little further down the bar, clearly disturbed by the mention of Dunwich.
Lawrence happens to look down, and sees a wasp twitching by his feet: apparently the poisoned insect had somehow got caught in his clothing,
before finally dropping off onto the floor here within this backroom speak-easy.
Lawrence Pritchard |
Lawrence starts to answer, but stops himself when he notices a wasp on the floor at his feet. "Please tell me I didn't bring more of them with me," he mutters, frantically patting himself down.
Satisfied that he hasn't become a walking beehive, he looks back up. "Yes, that sounds correct." Lawrence takes a sip from his beer, looking over the rim of the glass at the Westerner. "Dare I ask what would compel you to go to that wretched place?"
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The Westerner : Looking up from his map. "Ohhh, it is for some research I'm doing. Have you ever heard of the 'The Devil's Hop Yard' there?"
Trying to get a hold of Nil's player.
The Devil's Hop Yard is a formation of columnar stones, that some argue were raised by ancient people, that has a very sinister reputation.
Nils Svensson |
Nils writes the directions to Dunwich down in his notebook, excuses himself, and goes up to the bar and orders a beer to relax his nerves from being so close to a significant discovery, "Excuse me, can I get a stout? Or whatever beer you have that is not weak." He then goes back to the table and continues his discussion with them. "I am Nils, professor of Nordic Cultures"
Hieronymus "Ronny" Blakesmith |
Ronny steps into Seventh Avenue looking every bit the part of the "spoiled heir" and scans the room looking for his companions.
Once he sees them he heads straight for them, "Apologies once more gentlemen, if I'm to play the fop I've to look the part so I ran home for the right look. I'll have a dop of a pint barkeep!" He motions to the barman.
"I miss anything interesting?"
Dr. Edward Mayfield |
"Dunwich? Dastardly place, you ask me. On one side is swamps and marsh. Backwater from the river. The other side is rocky and hilly, with dangerously steep bluffs. That side is heavily wooded, too, and I wouldn't be caught dead out there at night. My grandfather used to tell me the place was settled by accident, or perhaps from someone losing a bet. Who knows.
"But I do know this. The people and the houses have a lot in common: They're both rundown and best avoided."
Edward is starting to remember why he loves his cozy office with its yellowing manuscripts. Some places in Massachusetts make his stomach burn.
Nils Svensson |
Nils turns towards Ronny Blacksmith, "Good afternoon, I was just getting some information about a promising local area called Dunwich. It seems that there might be a collection of standing stones called the 'Devil's Hop Yard' that I might be interested in seeing.", he looks back at the group still sitting and adds nodding, "I have heard of some of the stories about the place and it does not seem to be for the weak of constitution. You all look to have had some interesting experiences recently, might I ask what?" He then takes a gulp of the straw-colored liquid in his glass expectantly
Hieronymus "Ronny" Blakesmith |
Ronny ignores the strange looks, he is used to it by now. Most people do not live the life of leisure that he does and he has long stopped apologizing for it.
He nods to Nils, "I am afraid I am not familiar with the area not having grown up here but it seems Doctor Mayfield has the knowledge you seek.
The sense I get Doctor is that much of what we will be doing is traveling to see places and people who are best avoided".
He turns back to Nils, "I am Hieronymus Blakesmith but you can call me Ronny. You are?"
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Perhaps unwisely you let the barkeep refill your mugs several times over. With the alcohol overcoming your discretion you rashly let Nils know the broad overview of your mission; you're trying to determine whether your colleague, Dr. Armitage, is going mad, or does he have indeed have prophetic knowledge of an alien and uncanny apocalypse.
You also tell him of your plans to visit the sanatorium Monday, under the guise of 'agents' of a wealthy client seeking to place a troubled relation.
Its a little clumsy, but this will do to get 'Nils' on board. .
Also, do any of you plan to attend the fight Saturday night that you have wagered on?