MightyLemur's Paper Chase IC

[zingbobco000]

For reference this is taken from Paper Chase written by Keith Herber, Mark Morrison, John Sullivan, L.N. Isinwyll, with Mike Mason, Dan Kramer, and Chris Spivey, thank you!

Paper Chase
“Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places”
—H. P. Lovecraft, The Picture in the House

Welcome to your second scenario of Call of Cthulhu, the Horror/Investigative roleplaying game of mystery wherein you, an ordinary person, shall encounter and confront the terrifying alien forces of the Cthulhu mythos. Now that you've gotten some experience under your belt concerning the rules and the way the game operates, we will enter into our first freeform scenario. This is still something intended for a beginner, so it's not going to be incredibly complex or puzzling, but nevertheless, it is time to begin... welcome, to Paper Chase.

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Ossipee, 12:44 PM, September 4th, 1921.

You've done it... you've made it. You're... alive. After hours of following the trail you collapse as in front of the first signs of a civilization not trying to sacrifice you in some time.

The flames flicker over you, covering the grass, scorching your legs, and your face as you cannot scream, for your mouth has been utterly charred over. As you awaken in a grassy field, a butterfly resting on your head flits away into the cloudy blue sky above. You look around you. You are not in Emberhead anymore. You're somewhere else, somewhere... safe. As you rise to your feet and dust off your dirty clothes you realize... you're entirely without papers, you have barely anything except your wallet and a bit of cash. But, surely Miskatonic with you arriving a couple days late, I mean, you were nearly sacrificed by an insane tiny village on the top of a cliff.

As you think that in full you realize just how crazy that really sounds. It would almost be a better excuse to say that your dog ate your ticket. Who would believe you?

You slowly trudge into the city, thick dark circles are under your eyes and your shoes are ruined at this point, and they were new as well. You wanted to give a good first impression to the faculty at Miskatonic, even if your first day was not even until the 2nd. People seem to give you a wide berth as you search for something, a telegraph, a phone booth, anything that would allow for you to contact Miskatonic and beg for them to excuse your absence. Eventually, you find one.

Outside Ossipee, 6:19 PM, September 4th, 1921.

A god-darned interview? They're revoking their previous offer? They have no right! You angrily slam your foot into the side of the motor-coach, you made sure to get onto one with plenty of other people this time. The haughty woman to the left of you gives you a stern glance as you do this and shifts away from you. This wasn't at all how everything was supposed to go, but eventually, the twisting and winding turns of the road begin to allow for you to drift off. At least this driver is better than Silas.

Rochester, 8:15 PM, September 4th, 1921.

It's pouring rain, but all you can think of are the faces, of May, Silas, Mr. Winters, even little Ruth, they were all, to some extent involved in... ritual sacrifice, and for what? The bus lets some passengers out and others on as it continues towards Arkham.

Portsmouth, 1:11 PM, September 5th, 1921.

As you board the train to Newburport and then to Arkham you happen to glance in a mirror. What happened? It's been nearly a couple days since that whole dream occured, but was it a dream? Some aspects are fading now, so it must be. It was just a festival with some weird rural townsfolk. "Altitude sickness." You think to yourself. That's the rational explanation for everything that happened.
A cart comes by offering snacks, you go to by some chocolate BB bars when the sudden lightness of your wallet hits you.

Newburyport, 4:27 PM, September 5th, 1921.

It's a small communal village, you do not wish to explore further.

Arkham, 7:30 PM, September 5th, 1921.

You've arrived. You're nearly 3 days late from whatever hallucination-induced nightmare you experienced combined with calling every transportation company known to man. As you finally step off of the train, with nothing on you but a couple scraps, you cannot help wonder. Why? Was it worth it? Why didn't you just go back. And, at the same time, you just cannot explain it.
As you're looking around, aiming to hopefully find a hostel, or at least a comfortable park bench, a man comes up to you. He's in his late fifties with several tufts of white hair, and has a scholarly look about him. As you approach you eye him curiously, "Hello there, my name is Mr. Rupert Merriweather. I was just walking by the station when I happened to notice a certain look in your eyes. I don't normally say this to people I just met, but, I feel a... kindred spirit with you, would you be willing to go to a cafe and talk with me for a moment?"

The man seems friendly enough, as you were hoping oh so long ago the citizenry of Arkham would be. And yet, part of you has been scarred by the events prior. Can you truly trust this man?

[MightyLemur]

Collin, far to exhausted to be superstitious, replies with, "That would be wonderful, thank you." He runs a hand through his hair rather self-consciously, aware that his soiled appearance was probably what attracted the man.

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The man smiles as you accept his invitation, "Splendid, there's a place just round the corner here. They have the most wonderful cookies. And don't you worry, I'm the one who's inviting you, no need for talk of bargains or bones or greed."

Rupert is right, it's merely a short walk as you find a wonderful little cafe with a couple lights on. At least here people actually go out after dark, like a normal town. "So, what brings you to Arkham, Mr...?" As you're seated a waiter comes by and hands you a small menu of food and drink associated with french cafes.

[MightyLemur]

"Blake," Collin clears his throat, "Collin Blake. I guess I came here simply looking where my skills can be put to use. This place seemed more appealing than the rest... to me personally, at least. I study mythology, anthropology, Latin, among a few other things. Now, if you'll allow me to return the question: who are you? Why are you here?" Collin slides a menu toward himself and takes a look at it, glancing at Mr. Merriweather occasionally to indicate that he is listening.

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The man gives a laugh, a rather deep laugh that resounds from within. Luckily there aren't too many patrons around this time of night, so nobody seems to give you any looks. "Why, my boy, I knew we seemed like kindred spirits! I used to be a cultural anthropologist! I studied the ancient Egyptians, along with their interaction with the Roman Empire during the first century. Why that was my specialty! In fact, speaking of the mystic aspects, I looked deeply into the syncretic aspects of the Roman and Egyptian pantheons, morphing into something more, something... stranger." His face is alight with wonder.

He then nods at the second question, "Of course, of course. As I mentioned earlier, my good fellow, I'm Mr. Rupert Merriweather." The waiter soon returns and Mr. Merriweather orders the aforementioned cookies. "As for why I'm here, my dear boy, well, I enjoy taking evening constitutionals, one must keep themselves in good health, I should say!" The waiter then looks towards you.

[MightyLemur]

"I think I'll just have what he's having... and some herbal tea as well, please."

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The waiter nods along as you order, meanwhile Mr. Merriweather simply continues on. "So, I presume that you'll be joining Miskatonic then? A wonderful place, truly some of the brightest minds attend there." The man smiles fondly, staring off into the inky blackness of the night.
The cookies are quite tasty, they are rather crispy and have a nice *snap* to them. Mr. Merriweather also eats them from his own order, enjoying their crisp and delicious nature.
He then looks down at his watch. "Oh my, would you take a look at the time. I feel absolutely dreadful that I've stopped you from going to... erm... where are you staying, if you don't mind my asking?"

[MightyLemur]

"Yes, I am planning on joining the University," Collin says as he eats his cookies and sips his tea. At Mr. Merriweather's second inquiry, he raises his eyebrows, "I actually haven't thought of that yet..."

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"Yes, I am planning on joining the University," Collin says as he eats his cookies and sips his tea. At Mr. Merriweather's second inquiry, he raises his eyebrows, "I actually haven't thought of that yet..."

Slight reminder that you're actually just applying for the job, given that you missed the classes you were supposed to start teaching several days ago.
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The man looks surprised as you mention Miskatonic. "That sounds splendid though. You know, I happen to know several people at the university. All very kind folk." Meanwhile, he becomes ponderous as you respond that you don't really know where you're staying. The tea is quite warm and refreshing after such a long journey.
Eventually, Mr. Merriweather seems to come to a conclusion. "Well, my friend, I consider myself a good judge of character, and I value good-heartedness, and it seems quite clear from our conversation that you are just trying to make it in the world. There's a hotel on the corner of High and Garrison. Tell the man there, Mr. Erving, that I requested personally for you to head there. We go way back, and I'm sure he'd be willing to offer you a place there until you can get back on your feet, which I am certain will happen in no time at all."

He then stands up from his chair and sticks out his hand, ready for a firm handshake. "Well, it has been excellent meeting you Mr. Blake. I am very glad to find another man concerned with the study of anthropology such as myself, and I look forward to many more conversations with you!"

[MightyLemur]

Oh, my bad, I must've missed that part when I was reading...

Collin returns the handshake with a tired smile and a quick "thank you" before saying his farewells and heading to the hotel that Mr. Merriweather had mentioned.

[zingbobco000]

Note that there's generally going to be a one-month or so time-skip between scenarios to allow for me to describe external events and how they pertain to the game at large.

Arkham, 9:18 PM, September 5th, 1921

You walk up and down the unfamiliar streets, searching for High and Garrison, until you eventually find it: The Greatview Inn. Stepping inside feels like a literal breath of fresh (this place must be air conditioned during the hot summer days), and as you meet with the receptionist, and subsequently mention Mr. Merriweather's name, she smiles and nods. "He's a rather kind man isn't he. He always helps out around town, of course his son won't have any of that. Anyway, here's your room!"

Arkham, 10:58 AM, September 6th, 1921

You rush up the steps to the doors of the faculty building for Miskatonic University. You cannot be late for this interview, especially after that... event led you to missing your first day. In fact, you wonder if they'll even let you on at all for this term, after all, the year's already. Nevertheless, there must be something you could work out.

Arkham, 11:47 AM, September 6th, 1921

Well, that was it. It's strange, they asked questions, but while they did, your mind was on something else: Emberhead. You cannot seem to get it out of your mind. Eventually you figured the library, being one of the greatest in the country, would have some answers, and while it does, it's not enough to satiate you.

Arkham, 12:38 PM, September 10th, 1921

You're teaching a young group of freshman about several interesting comparisons made between the Han Dynasty and the Roman Empire. You got the job. Apparently "Professor Merriweather," as he is called here, happened to recommend you, which cemented your position as a Junior Professor. You realize that you're teaching people less than a decade younger than you, and for some reason you feel nearly twice their age. Maybe it's because of what you experienced, or maybe it's just you, either way, you're unsure.

Arkham, 6:27 PM, September 14th, 1921

You've managed to find a rather cramped apartment next to the university on Lich St.. Despite it's size it's rather cozy, and it is not like you had too much to set down when you got here.
Every now and then, Mr. Merriweather (or Professor Merriweather apparently) calls you up and asks if you'd like to head to the cafe and chat about the study of ancient cultures. It's here where you realize that Mr. Merriweather, while not as knowledgable as you concerning the mystic tales and folklore of said cultures, still knows quite a bit. Perhaps he happened to study it a very long time ago. Either way, the conversations surely serve to brighten your day and are intellectually stimulating.

Arkham, 10:35 AM, September 22nd, 1921

You've managed to make some friends in the department. A professor of archeology, by the name of Professor Jones (Nevada Jones), happened to notice that you were reading Pagan Tales: A Deep-Dive into the Pagan Influences on New England culture and noted how "Many of the small villages oriented their main thoroughfares and roads to perfectly align with the sun during such days as the summer solstice. I've managed to explore the burnt ruins several of them, and it was all rather common."
Soon you got to talking and discovered that Professor Jones also had an interest in the study of the occult "For academic purposes only, I assure you! After all, such things should belong in a museum." Either way, it was nice to know that you at least had someone to talk to at the school as well.

Arkham, 4:05 PM, September 26th, 1921

You're reading in Orne Library (the main library on Miskatonic's campus), when suddenly a *tap tap* grabs your attention. As you raise your gaze from "Fire Rituals: from the Wicker Man to the Fourth of July, Why We Love Them" you notice that Mr. Merriweather happened to stroll up to your table. You also notice he has a cane, and has used it to rap on your desk. "Why I hadn't expected for you to be reading such a book as that? What, are you planning on capturing me and burning me alive? Should I be worried?" Your chuckle sounds false in your mouth, but Mr. Merriweather continues. "You know, I used to be part of a club here, an extra-curricular society if you would."
He stares off in the distance towards the myriad of bookshelves in the Miskatonic Library. "We used to have such fun gallivanting around, ah vigor. To be young and spry again, eh Collin." He then looks back to you, "Anyway, us old fogies fizzled out and stopped coming, but the club we originated from, now that's still going." He then strokes his chin, "You know, I think they're having a meeting this Friday night. You should go! I'm sure you'll meet some new people that way."
He then looks at his watch and gasps. "Well, I'd best be headed off, Agnes will chew my ear out if I stay out to late, and Bertrand..." The man looks down then looks back with a bright smile. "Ah, I don't need to worry you with the details of my social life, farewell Professor Blake!"

Arkham, 3:15 PM, September 30th, 1921

You head towards Room U35. You're honestly quite unsure what you're doing. What even is this "Club" anyway? Either way, you stand here at a crossroads, shall you open it? Or depart and focus on living the rest of your life, you have a job, a home, some friends, it could most surely stay that way.
However, should you decide to open it, your life will surely be changed... forever.
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Oh boy, that was long, but I hope you read all of it and enjoy. Again, I know it's very railroady, but that's kinda how I have to run the in-between segments, just to actually have everything make sense and ensure that the game does not drag on forever.

[MightyLemur]

Collin’s hand hesitated over the door as he considered any potential consequences, although he soon deduces that his curiosity trumps every one. He opens the door and takes a look inside.

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You open the door to see three people sitting in an cleared-out lecture hall, but with several chairs surrounding the table. "Well, I'm still not sure this is entirely our area of 'expertise', Lois. I'm a risk taker, fair and simple, but that doesn't mean I'm inclined to go rushing off after the first person who calls wolf!" A young african-american woman says to one of the other members. She wears fashionable clothing and seems to be filled with a sort of youthful vigor.
"Lois," apparently the other student, flares up for just a moment. "Well ex-cuse me for believing there could be things in the world that God made other than us humans. Why, imagine the possibilities!" She is an young Italian woman with an athletic build and a stylish bob of dark brown hair.
"Now now, settle down. While I'm unsure if this would truly be an exploration into the unexplained, the money would still go a long... oh! We have a visi-, Collin is that you?" As the third member of the group you recognize to be Dr. Nevada Jones, your colleague, in his casual clothes as opposed to the ones he normally wears as a professor. "Lois, Jessie, this is a coworker of mine, professor Blake. He teaches history, and we've had a couple of intriguing conversations together concerning the unexplained." He then turns back towards you. "Is there something I can help you with Collin?"

As you look around the room, you do in fact recognize the African-American woman as Jessie, a history student especially concerned with American history.

[MightyLemur]

”I was directed to visit by a man named Mr. Merriweather. He said there was a... what was the word he used... a society here tonight, and that I should attend. Am I in the right place?”

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Professor Jones looks confused, "Professor Merriweather? I'm surprised he even knew about us." He strokes his chin for a moment as Jessie happens to notice you standing in the doorway.
"Come in! We're always accepting new members, isn't that right Professor Jones?"
"Hmm...? Oh yes, of course, forgive my absentmindness." Professor Jones tips his fedora in your direction.
"Anyway, I say we go for it, what's the harm? We investigate it over the weekend, see what we turn up, and if there's nothing... well. Then that's it, case closed!" Lois seems to be very focused on whatever this debate is.
"Sorry Professor Blake for involving you in this, but let me explain. We received word from a friend of mine, Mr. Kimball, that he had a rather unusual break-in. Normally he'd contact the police, but it's rather strange and all, and given the nature of this society, I thought I should broach the topic of sending one of our number out there to explore."
Jessie's eyes then dart back towards you, "Professor Jones, does Professor Blake even know what this society is?"
All eyes then await your response.

[MightyLemur]

"I only know simply that you exist, where you meet, and that I apparently would fit in well here," Collin takes another step inside the room.

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Lois laughs and then adds, "Well, you see Professor Blake, this a society of discovery. We explore the unexplained. I guess afterwards we might tell stories about it, but it's been here quite a long time, with different students and staff members leaving and joining."
Jessie nods in confirmation, "We deal with whatever strangeness lies upon God's great earth-"
As Professor Jones cuts her off "Now Jessie, we're getting ahead of ourselves." He then looks back to you, "Now, we certainly have a wide variety of mysterious things in this world. However, in the end, much of the strangeness is more mundane than we originally anticipated." He looks then back towards Jessie and Lois, "Hence why I do understand Jessie's-"
"But Professor, why not have a look, I'm sure that there's something there. I highly doubt an alumni of this university such as Mr. Kimball would deceive us in such a way. It doesn't make any sense." She then turns towards Jessie, "And Professor Jones said we could use the mone-"
"Wait a moment, you're busy this weekend with James, I have a paper to write on the Emancipation Proclamation, and Professor, you said you had a gosh-darned load of papers to grade!"
The professor then strokes his chin, "That is true, Jessie, maybe I can..." He then turns towards you. "You know, Collin, I know you just met this little... Society of ours, but how would you like to go on an expedition to explore the unexplained? I'm not sure what you're doing this weekend, but I'm certain you would be well-compensated for your efforts."

The two students also look towards you, Lois stares at you with pleading eyes while Jessie merely seems to be gauging your reaction. You do recall that you have nothing going on this weekend, and it's been a rough month trying to manage things here, maybe a sort of "vacation" could be just what you need.

[MightyLemur]

Collin listens to the trio’s conversation with a neutral air, and as they finish, he replies with, ”I understand now why I was directed to you. As far as I’m aware nothing is on my schedule. What is this... expedition?”

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Three smiles grow onto the faces of the club members. "Sounds mighty fine Professor Blake! Anyway, about the case, Thomas Kimball, an alumni of Miskatonic has been burglarized."
Lois then chimes in "But this wasn't no ordinary burglary. For the burglar only stole books. There were a variety of other valuables within the house, but the burglar only took a couple of his uncle's favorite books." Her voice then takes on a lower pitch, masked in mystery. "And the strange part is that his uncle, Douglas Kimball, vanished nearly two years ago without a trace."
Professor Jones then smiles as the two students retell the story, and cannot resist adding in a piece of his own. "Now Collin, Thomas has no idea if the two events are even related in the slightest, but apparently his uncle was a rather mundane fellow. Nothing ever happened to him, and the fact that these two strange events occured in the past couple of years and are associated with his uncle brought our attention." He then raises his hand to note, "We've helped people in the past, Collin. The Arkham Police Department sometimes calls on us, but Thomas lives in Arnoldsberg, a couple of hours drive from here. I wouldn't expect any help, so I'm afraid you'll be on your own for this investigation. But it shouldn't be too bad right? Just try your best and see what you can find."
He then hands you a coach ticket towards Arnoldsberg, "This was included in the request, I hope you don't mind a couple hours' drive. Ths coach should leave tomorrow morning. Hopefully, that'll offer you enough time to return on Monday." The Society smiles, happy to have a new member of their group.

[MightyLemur]

Collin stares blankly for a moment, recalling the last time he was alone in a situation like this, but after a moment he returns to the present and nods with a false grin, "I'll do it." He takes and pockets the ticket, "Is there anything else I should know beforehand?"

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They inform you that that's basically all the information they have, albeit Thomas might know more.
Eventually, after the discussion is all said and done, everyone returns back to conversing about the newest developments in the world. They all chatter for a bit, inviting you in to converse as well, and you cannot help but feel... appreciated. You have coworkers, yes, but this is something a bit... different. It feels like you're almost like you're in Providence again, with all of your friends, but that's for later. What is most striking is that to be honest, the Society is incredibly informal. The members are just normal people who like to sometimes try and solve a couple of mundane mysteries every now and again, and you cannot help but feel calmed by this fact. Maybe the world is more normal than whatever happened at Emberhead would suggest.
Eventually, the time comes for you to depart, and thus, you all go your separate ways, but the Society is most certainly anxious to hear a report of what happened next Friday!
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Are you ready to depart?

[MightyLemur]

Yes, Collin is ready

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Arkham, 10:15 AM, October 1st, 1921

(Quick Recap Boxed Text:) You have been contacted by Thomas Kimball of Michigan. It seems his house has been burglarized and some of his uncle's favorite books have been stolen. The mystery also has the added wrinkle in that his uncle inexplicably disappeared without a trace nearly a year ago. Mr. Kimball would like you to find out who stole the books, return them if possible, and, if somehow these two events are related, discover the whereabouts of his uncle and whether he is still alive.

You board the coach, and you can't help but be slightly trepidatious considering that the last one you went on led to... well... you're not really sure exactly what happened. You are grateful, however, to notice several passengers have gotten on in addition to you. Anyway, it's time for a new journey.

Just Past Ossipee, 12:18 PM, October 1st, 1921

The coach crests over a hill with some slight difficulty, but eventually manage to crest it and make it through what appears to be the charred ruins of a town. It probably burned down in some kind of forest fire maybe several decades earlier. It is at this moment when you realize exactly where you are. You're in Emberhead.
However this doesn't make any sense. You remember being here a month ago. You're not entirely sure what happened then, but you're certain that you were definitely there. However, you have little time to ponder this utterly confusing turn of events, when suddenly, you're gone. You've headed down the hill. The charred ruins of what must have at one point been Emberhead stand alone, fading off into the distance.

Arnoldsberg, 2:39 PM, October 1st, 1921

You exit the coach, thank the driver, and begin to look around. You've been dropped off on what you presume to be the main thoroughfare of the town, which, while most certainly not that large, is still respectable. You happen to notice an actual police department (you silently thank whoever/whatever you would thank in this scenario), a real library (as opposed to one in the "village hall"), and even a newspaper, as a young boy eagerly runs up to you handing you a copy of the Arnoldsberg Advertiser for but a couple coins.
You pull out the rest of the letter, as you eventually find yourself wandering the streets of Arnoldsberg until the rural (if it could be called that) elements fade away, and as you reach 218, Aylesbury St. You don't see too many other houses except this one for a couple hundred feet or so, as you notice the most likely reason: it's right next to the graveyard.
As you knock on the door, you hear a voice from inside shout: "One mo-moment please!"
Eventually, a young man opens the door, he looks around almost as if he expected several people but then extends his hand warily from the doorstep. "H-Hello there, I'm, well, I'm Thomas Kimball. Are you a-a member of... The Society?" He lowers his voice, as if it was some deep dark secret that the two of you were discussing in a crowd.

[MightyLemur]

Collin nods slightly. “May we speak inside?”

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As you nod, Thomas shifts slightly. "Well, uh, yes. I'd, well, I'd like for you to look into the theft, and if maybe you could shed any light on my u-uncle's disappearance." He then realizes that you're still standing outside on the porch, and your actual statement springs to mind. "Oh, come-come in, come in, I'm so sorry. The break-in just has me a bit flustered is all, and it's not like the police are going to pay any attention to some missing books. Can I, um, g-get your bags?" (presumably you have a briefcase or something similar for the overnight investigation).

[MightyLemur]

Collin hands his case to Thomas, and as they enter the house. "So your uncle had disappeared two years ago if I am correct, and recently some of your books have been stolen, books that are considered your uncle's favorite. Is there anything else you may know about this?"

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Thomas looks a little bit confused, "Well... I don't actually know wha-what books were stolen you see, but then again, they we-were all his favorite, so y-you could say that, I guess." Thomas then leads you inside. You see that the house is quite charming, it's rather large and spacious, with a wide variety of elegant furnishings. "This, well, this used to be my uncle's house you see, and to be honest."
He then gestures for you to follow him and leads you down a hall to a room that looks rather unlike much of the rest of the house. It's cluttered and piled high with books of all shapes and sizes, and on all subjects, their only common trait is that it appears that at some point, they all were well cared for. "This, well, this was my uncle's study, I-I couldn't really bear to clean anything up, so most of it has been left a-as is. However, if you notice..." He points up towards one of the bookshelves and you see six clear dust outlines where presumably several books were. "A-a couple days ago, I heard something a s-sound from this room in the middle of the night, like someone shuffling around, only to discover these spots m-missing."
He looks at you utterly confused. "I-I have no idea what anyone would want with my uncle's books, but the burglar d-didn't even take any of our, well, our actually valuable, um, valuables. S-so I didn't want to bother the police."

[MightyLemur]

“Well, a break-in is still a break-in...” Collin mutters. “Do you by chance recall the books that were stolen? Names? Contents?” Collin also takes a closer look of his voice: does his stuttering seem to be out of fear or just a sort of habit?

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Thomas shakes his head, "A-as I said earlier, I have absolutely no, um, idea what books were taken." He looks out towards the room, twiddling his thumbs as he does.
He then thinks for a moment more, "I'm dreadfully sorry, I wish I could tell you more. I really didn't interact w-with my uncle that much. He m-mostly just kept to himself in his study. Always reading he was. Al-although if you're looking out for him, last I saw he was balding, with white hair, average height, and wearing round spectacles. Thank you again, and good luck!"
As you're about to begin your investigations Thomas suddenly shouts from behind you. "Oh! I'm so s-sorry, I almost forgot. You can use this room here while you remain here." He leads you to a rather spacious but comfortable room decently furnished, and sets your bags down inside. "I'm also of course, willing to pay if you're able to find any information concerning either the br-break-in or my uncle. E-erm, before you leave would you like anything to drink, or eat? I don't know how long the drive was, but Mary made s-some wonderful lemonade earlier."

You're pretty sure that Thomas seems to be simply nervous from the events which recently transpired based on his fidgeting and nervous glances.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Psychology

[MightyLemur]

Collin takes a look around the room, "This will be far better than paying for a hotel room. And I'll have some lemonade, thank you, but who is Mary?"

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Thomas at first looks confused, "I mean s-she's... oh, I didn't tell you that. I have a wife, Mary. She works at this time, but she m-might be home for dinner, she makes a mar-marvelous meatloaf." He then smiles and asks, "So, is the-there anything else you need to know? I would, well, I would be happy to answer whatever, um, questions you have."

[MightyLemur]

“I think that is all I need for now. I will let you know if I ever have any further questions.”

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Thomas nods, and puts the lemonade away (it was really quite good!) and heads up to his room to work on some accounts, leaving you free to begin your investigations.

[MightyLemur]

Collin goes back to the study to see if he can find anything further from a deeper search of the room.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 3:02 PM, October 1st, 1921

You head into the study and immediately find yourself overwhelmed by the sheer volume of books. They are of all shapes and sizes and it could take a whole day to dig through the entire pile, and there is most certainly no record of his books, at least, one that you can obviously find. Instead light from the window falls upon many of them that are simply piled haphazardly for Kimball the elder to simply grab whatever book fit his fancy. A quick look through a few books allows for you to realize that Douglas Kimball was quite a well-read man. There are books upon almost every single subject, from numerology to theses concerning the tenants of the Christian church.

You briefly look around through the piles of stacks. With the exception of the six aforementioned spots (made obvious by the dust marks, and are from a wide variety of different places in the study), you find nothing except a rather intriguing story concerning sea creatures deep below the ocean who could communicate with people. You expect you could spend a whole day rifling through these books and dig up absolutely nothing. On the other hand, you might be able to find something, but in all honesty, it probably would take the rest of the day.
----

Given that you said that you were doing a deeper dive of the place, I'm going to assume you're going to begin organizing it. Therefore please give me a Spot Hidden roll.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Spot hidden

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 10:37 PM, October 1st, 1921

You've spent almost eight hours pouring over and cleaning up all of the books in Douglas Kimball's study, hoping to discover information. Mary Kimball eventually comes home and the two give you a rather tasty meal of meatloaf while you continue your job. The sun sets in the window and you're still loooking through the study. Thomas pokes his head in now and again to see how everything is going, but you feel like you're barely making any progress. Nothing here hints to what the burglar actually stole or Douglas Kimball's own whereabouts. Even more time passes as moonlight shines through the window. You feel weariness wash over you as you're about to turn in and resume your search in the morning when you notice it, there's a key. Looking around the room, you suddenly realize that underneath one of the masses of books is actually a desk, removing the books you find a lock... and put the key inside.

It's not a distinguished book per se, but unlike literally every single other book in his study, this one does not have a title. It's rather small and appears to be... a journal. Realizing this could contain the answers you seek, you head back to your room to pour over its contents.

Arnoldsberg, 11:16 PM, October 1st, 1921

With a brief skim it seems quite clear that Douglas did not lead a very interesting life, and yet, every book that he read seemed to give him immense pleasure. It was as if he was living out a myriad of interesting lives all at the same time, or at least, that's how he describes it in his journal. Eventually, you reach the end, wherein you find the following two pages.
https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/images/92890875/iAFytB5QPiGlzSMACg4Gjw/max.png?1569541621

You happen to ask Thomas for more information about Douglas' disappearance and you realize that the final entry is dated the day before Douglas vanished.

Arnoldsberg, 8:37 AM, October 2nd, 1921

You have just finished a most marvelous breakfast of bacon, toast, and eggs, courtesy of Thomas (who appears to actually be a decent chef himself). As while you're eating, he happens to ask. "So, Collin, did you happen to find anything?" You notice he seems to be more at ease now that you're on the case. As they await your answer both husband and wife lean in closer.

[MightyLemur]

Collin finishes chewing his bite of eggs and swallows, then replies with, “I found his diary last night. He seems to have left because there was apparently ‘nothing for him’ here. Shortly before he did disappear he claimed to have seen some creature in the local cemetery, then the night before he left he said he was going ‘below’...”

[zingbobco000]

Both Thomas and Mary stare at eachother with a mix between fright and confusion. "I did tell you he was getting a bit on in age, Thomas..." She shakes her head, "Going 'below,' seeing strange creatures. We really should've made the case to have someone with him."
Thomas sighs, "I guess, well, I guess you're right... I guess he simply wandered off out of town thinking he was going below or something..." He looks down defeatedly. "I should've, um, I should've known he was crazy. It was only a matter of time before something like this happened."
Mary nods towards you, "Well, thank you for putting my husband's mind at ease. He's been so distraught about this all, and with the break-in -"
Thomas immediately sits up straight, "Wait, did you, um, did you find anything about the, erm, the break-in? Maybe some clue the burglar left behind?"

[MightyLemur]

“Nothing that hasn’t yet been mentioned already, although I do have a... hunch. I suspect that the thief is your uncle. Breaking into his own home, taking his own books... he may still be here.” Collin then pauses to gauge Thomas’s reaction.

[zingbobco000]

Thomas looks shocked, and Mary does as well (albeit Douglas was only her uncle-in-law, so not to the same extent). He begins to look around him, eyes darting this way and that. "But, but, that doesn't make any sense? He's, he's, here? How would, w-why, why wouldn't he just ask for the bo-books? This... this doesn't..." He then simply gets up and walks up the stairs to his room.
Meanwhile, Mary simply looks at you, then looks up the stairs towards her husband, then back towards you. "Look, say what you want to say, but Thomas is not really in the best state of mind right now. I thought he was mostly over Douglas' disappearance, but with the break-in... Please try to take it easy on him, ok? He's been through a lot." She then gets up to assist her husband.

[MightyLemur]

After a short pause, Collin opens his mouth to apologize, although too late as Mary had already left. Not sure what else to do in the house currently, he decides to take a look at the local cemetery.

[zingbobco000]

Reminder that this isn't D&D, sometimes saying things that are strange isn't treated as "Ah, well that makes sense, the wizard probably did get polymorphed into this toad!"
----

Arnoldsberg, 9:12 AM, October 2nd, 1921

As you bid goodbye to the Kimball family you notice that it the weather is actually quite nice, with clear skies and the sun passing overhead. Nevertheless, you press on towards the graveyard.

When you arrive you notice in the bright light that it is reasonably well-tended, although the vegetation is quite abundant. There are many tall bushes and ancient trees which dot the spaces between the gravestones and tombs. It's quite clear that the cemetary has been here for many years.

However, as you begin to explore you notice a gardener digging out weeds at the far side of the cemetary. He notices you poking around and gives you a simple wave of hello before returning to his work, not really going out of his way to make conversation.

[MightyLemur]

Yeah, that makes sense. I’ve been sort of trying to work a general awkward frankness into Collin’s character, but it’ll apparently take a bit more work to make it seem more believable...
—
Collin nods to the gardener and pauses for an awkward moment before sauntering up to him. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen anything strange here... or at least heard of anyone mentioning anything strange.”

[zingbobco000]

I apologize, I did not realize that was what you were going for. In that case, it might make sense, but I would recommend stepping of the gas just a little bit (not too much though, as it is your character after all).
----

The gardener simply looks at you, surprised as you address him. He looks at you with a bit of a scowl, "Bit busy, here bud, don't have much time to talk none."
----

If you wish to actually try and get him to talk, please give me a combined Charm and Persuade roll where only one of them needs to succeed. Otherwise, you can simply head away.

[MightyLemur]

Collin nods, “My apologies,” then simply leaves the cemetery, deciding to take a look around the town to see if he can find any more leads before nightfall when he will return to the cemetery to see if he can find the “creature” Douglas wrote of. He will see if he can find a copy of the local newspaper.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 9:26 AM, October 2nd, 1921

As you head into the Arnoldsberg Advertiser you find yourself immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of activity going on in the small building. It seems quite clear that things are rather chaotic in this place. However, as you enter, one of the workers, comes up to you and remarks in one long breath. "Why hello there, I'm Artie Mallory, and I'm afraid that we're a bit busy at the moment, but why don't you come back tomorrow, I'm sure that you'll be able to... ask any questions or do whatever it is you want to do when we're much less busy, thanks, bye!" She then starts to turn away from you in order to resume her work (but said action has not been completed).

[MightyLemur]

“I was just coming to see if you had any extra copies of your most recent newspaper,” Collin says quickly, but still in a semi-relaxed manner.

[zingbobco000]

Given your approach, please give me a Charm roll.

[MightyLemur]

Oh boy...
[roll0] Charm
I’m hoping you can see these rolls, as they aren’t really showing up on mobile for me

[zingbobco000]

They are showing up for me. You may have to go into "Desktop Mode" to observe them.
----

She turns back around and says, in the same hyperactive speech: "Sorry, it's just that you've caught us at literally the worst time of the day, and then we're closing, and there's just..." Her trail-off is for but a moment, but compared to the rest of her speech it seems like forever. "How about you check the library, they have copies of our stories, and if it's not there can you please come back tomorrow? Preferably before we're about to print?" She then disappears into the mass of people.
----

Reminder that you do leave tomorrow morning.

[MightyLemur]

Collin shrugs and turns to leave, now heading to the library as the woman had mentioned.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 9:37 AM, October 2nd, 1921

You head into the library, which, while rather small, is still sizable considering the size of this small town. Several townsfolk are milling around, reading books, piling them into a stack, checking some out, and so on and so forth. You then begin delving into the periodicals, other books, whatever you can find about Douglas Kimball, the graveyard, et cetera.

Arnoldsberg, 1:58 PM, October 2nd, 1921Arnoldsberg, 11:20 PM, October 2nd, 1921Arnoldsberg, 9:51 PM, October 2nd, 1921
You search for some time until eventually, you find it! Although... you're not entirely sure what it is. You were searching for anything and this just... happened to catch your eye, given the title it's quite understandable, but when you had an actual read you realize there might be something there other than simply sensationalist journalism.
https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/images/91877225/TYthgEL7dePLlmtIhlaCwA/max.jpg?1568500599

You also notice on another page it mentions how a report has been filed due to the patrols, but nothing seems to have emerged from this.Arnoldsberg, 3:42 PM, October 2nd, 1921

You've searched and searched and searched, and it's getting a bit late. The crowd has mostly left at this point and it's really just you and a couple of stragglers. They'll probably close up soon, but you still haven't found anything. Nevertheless, you're positive that maybe with a bit more time...
----

You may Push the roll if you so wish. I don't want to do too many layers of spoilers, so if you want to Push the roll, just make the roll and I'll make an appropriate post. Of course, you don't have to push the roll. Feel free to do whatever you want.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Library use

[MightyLemur]

Collin glances outside, then at his stack of books, grimacing. He then hurriedly begins to put back the books, leaving some on a table. He walks out shortly before the library closes.

[zingbobco000]

Standing back in the center of town, you still have quite some time before the sun sets, so what would you like to do?

[MightyLemur]

Collin will see if he can find any information at the local police station before he heads back to Thomas’s for dinner.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 4:09 PM, October 2nd, 1921

After going into the library, you walk over towards the Police Station. It's not entirely full to the brim, but the occupants are nevertheless quite busy, filling out and reading over forms. As you enter the desk officer looks up for a moment from his work only to return to it, asking "Hello sir, do you have a crime to report? How may I help you?"

[MightyLemur]

“I’ve just come to ask a question: have you had any reports of people seeing a strange creature in the cemetery during the night?” Collin shuffles from side to side, suddenly aware that his question seems rather strange.

[zingbobco000]

The officer gives you a strange look before returning to his work. "Sorry sir, but I don't recall anything, and I'm afraid, according to new protocol, I'm unable to disclose any files concerning police cases to a civilian... Plus I am a bit busy." He writes a bit on the forms he's filling out. "Sorry."

[MightyLemur]

Collin nods, “Sorry to bother,” and walks outside, slightly dispirited. He then proceeds to wander around the town, unsure of any clear current direction.

[zingbobco000]

Give me a Charm roll as you leave.

[zingbobco000]

Also, if you truly believe that you have no leads, you may make an Idea (Intelligence) roll. No matter what, I will push you along towards something, but if you fail, there will be an issue, similar as if you'd failed a Pushed roll.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Charm

[zingbobco000]

The officer shrugs, glad that the man didn't actually pressure him to do too much. He was a little bit busy, after all.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] idea

Edit: oh boy...

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 5:47 PM, October 2nd, 1921

You have the idea that with little else to do, you might as well check back in the library. You search and search for anything related to these tunnels underneath the cemetary, but to be honest, there's not too much there. Every now and then children or other adults come around your table to read but you are too focused on finding information. Another hour passes until eventually you find... something, you're not sure what. It's an article from the Arnoldsberg Advertiser.

https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/images/91877225/TYthgEL7dePLlmtIhlaCwA/max.jpg?1568500599

You also happen to notice on a later page that apparently a set of police reports were filed at the station concerning the event. However, as you begin to head out, you suddenly realize... the library is closed, and you've been locked inside!

[MightyLemur]

After tugging on the door a few more times with more force as if it would help, Collin begins to then look around, panicked, attempting to find a way outside.

I’m guessing maybe a spot hidden roll, so I’ll go ahead and just roll that now: [roll0]

[zingbobco000]

It's actually a Luck roll, which Luckily for you, means that you succeed.
----

Collin bangs on the doors, pounds on windows, trying to find if any of them are movable, but they all appear to be locked. However, as he is making all of this clamor, he happens to notice through the window a police officer strolling down the street. Quickly drawing the officer's attention, he rushes over and pries open the door. "Sir, are you aware that you're trespassing? Why were you in there after it closed?"

[MightyLemur]

"My apologies, officer, I was not trespassing, I was in here before the place closed... I was just locked in after hours," Collin stammers.

[zingbobco000]

Please give me a Fast Talk roll, try not to Fumble...

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Fast Talk

[zingbobco000]

The officer takes a moment, notices that you're not really dressed as a burglar, but nevertheless looks you up and down. He then nods, confident that his appraisal is complete. "Ah, sorry sir, my apologies... I guess I'm just a bit trigger happy is all, thought there might for shore (yes) be a crime for once in this town. Anyway, is there anything I can help you with? We have some extra donuts at the police station if you're interested."

[MightyLemur]

Collin pauses for a moment, then nods, deciding he could probably get some information, “I don’t see why not,” and proceeds to follow the officer back to the station.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 6:03 PM, October 2nd, 1921

The Police Officer gets you out and walks with you to the police station. He wears an uncertain face after your request noting, "Well sir, sounds splendid. I'm just a beat cop, but we'll see if I can help you. " Eventually you enter the station and, while it's not completely busy, the people there are nevertheless hard at work. "I've got to head back out, but here..." He turns towards the desk officer, hard at work and says. "Hey, Ben, I know you told me you have a lot of work, but maybe try to help this gentleman over here, he got into a bit of an accident and I owe him one."
He heads out after patting you on the back with a "Good luck!" as he leaves to continue his patrol.

Meanwhile, the desk officer does not even look up from his work (not recognizing you've already been here), "Hello sir, donuts are over there, if you have any other questions I'm sorry but I'm terribly busy right now, but maybe you could come by tomorrow. Does that sound ok?"
----

People always seem to forget this, but a reminder that your coach leaves the morning of the 3rd.

[MightyLemur]

Collin draws his lips tight, knowing that he cannot delay his departure, and is now rather pressed on time. He ignores the donuts on the counter, “I understand that you are busy, but I am on a rather tight schedule as well. I’ve come to perform an investigation, and I am scheduled to depart tomorrow morning. I would only require a few minutes, as I could use as much information as I can acquire on a burglary in the manor of Thomas Kimball, as well as any reports of strange happenings or mysterious creatures in the local cemetery. If you could provide me with any information pertaining to this, or point me to someone who could, I would be deeply appreciative.”

[zingbobco000]

Not really a manor per se, but that works. Please give me a Persuade roll with a Bonus Die because you came with the police officer.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] persuade + [roll1] bonus

[zingbobco000]

The officer looks you over, sighs and says "Look, there isn't nothing for Kimball here but a missing person's, check the board if you're interested..." He then points over towards a billboard. "Photograph was circulated..." You look over to see a missing person's report with the attached photo of (presumably) Douglas Kimball.

https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/images/91880283/DdfHdG1wjtx-DuXeLViEFA/max.png?1568502602
(the quality is intentionally poor)

[MightyLemur]

Collin steps closer to the picture, inspecting it, and looking for any more information on the report.

[zingbobco000]

Based on what is described you recognize several instances of laws used to allow for the local force to go outside of their normal jurisdiction in order to conduct a thorough search. Apparently they went above and beyond, and a wide net was cast around the neighboring towns to try and see if anyone found the man, but nothing turned up.
You don't gather too much other than the fact that it's been here for some time and it was probably circulated around.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Law (5)

[MightyLemur]

Frowning, Collin turns to the officer, saying a simple "Thank you" before simply departing, heading back to Thomas's home likely in time for dinner.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 6:19 PM, October 2nd, 1921

As you enter, both Mary and Thomas are preparing for dinner: a nice meal of mutton, potatoes, beets, and a roll. Thomas looks over in your direction, "How's the investigation going? Were you, um able to find out anything at all?"
Mary, noticing your entrance, eyes you warily. Her previous statement rings in your head, but nevertheless she comments: "Would you like to have some dinner? We prepared for three, of course."

[MightyLemur]

"I have found frustratingly little today, although I have a lead that will probably provide some useful information later tonight." Collin also nods at Mary in response to her question.

[zingbobco000]

Mary nods but Thomas looks confused. "A... um... lead? Did you talk to Mr. Jefferson and find something in the cemetery?"
Mary begins setting the table, having finished cooking most of the food. "Oh Thomas, I'm sure it's nothing." They both settle down to eat, gesturing for you to join them.

[MightyLemur]

"Erm... no, just an old newspaper article, really..." Collin seats himself at the table, eating his food silently for a while, deciding whether he should apologize to Thomas, although unsure how.

[zingbobco000]

Thomas looks confused for a moment but then nods. "Sorry, I guess I just thought you would've talked to him, with, well, all your previous discussion of the graveyard and all..." He then shakes his head and continues eating, along with Mary, who, in order to prevent the awkward makes small talk about how her day went.

[MightyLemur]

Collin follows along, welcoming the change in conversation. When he is finished with dinner he grabs his stuff and prepares to head to the graveyard later tonight.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 7:15 PM, October 2nd, 1921

Given that you spent time preparing for the stakeout, the gardener is gone as you wait outside, looking towards the home. Ever so slowly, the evening shifts to night, and the outside grows darker. However, the night grows ever longer, the lack of moonlight (it's a new moon) sends everything into pitch black, and you begin to become bored and distracted, this stakeout seems like an eternity.
----

Please give me a Constitution roll.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Constitution (60)

[zingbobco000]

Well... that's an extreme pass so you're incredibly alert.
----

You begin to do your work, observing the cemetery, the household, but especially the window to the study. Grasping a kerosene lantern supplied by the Kimballs hesitantly you watch... and you watch... and you watch...

Arnoldsberg, 9:48 PM, October 2nd, 1921

You think to yourself, staving off boredom by concerning yourself with several thoughts on the history of this area. It could be an intrigiung journey delving into the history of this small town. Suddenly, your watching proves useful... you see a figure, it must have snuck past your vision in the dark of night, but you see it now with the light of the study as it leaps out of the window carrying a stack of books, and begins to rush off towards the graveyard...
https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/images/89722748/j6DlNCUsaSgGjrtE4GIUWA/max.png?1566317608 (ignore the moon)
----

What do you do?

[MightyLemur]

Starting, Collin begins to follow the man, following behind him although attempting to stay out of sight.

[zingbobco000]

Please give me a Hard Stealth roll.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Stealth (10)

[zingbobco000]

The figure turns, and for a moment the far-away light from the study illuminates the figure's glasses as it breaks off into a sprint, dashing away. It is also beginning to escape from your weak human vision (if only you were a dwarf! :smalltongue:).

[MightyLemur]

Collin begins to run after the man with only a little bit of caution. If they’re running from him, they shouldn’t be too much of a threat... right?

[zingbobco000]

The figure seems to have quite a head start on you, as well as seemingly knowing the exact layout of the graveyard. In the dark, it's rather hard to make out everything, but you don't think you'll be able to catch up to the figure without a drastic leap forward (i.e. you tackling them). Then again, maybe there's a way to get them to slow down...

[MightyLemur]

Collin wracks his brain for a strategy, wishing he had brought a gun or something that he could use for intimidation. Deciding he didn’t really need one, he shouts, “Shoot him! Now!” hoping that it will cause the man to stop to find cover.

[zingbobco000]

Please give me an Intimidate roll.

[MightyLemur]

1d100 Intimidate (15)

[MightyLemur]

Hmm... made at typo, lemme post that again

[roll0]

[zingbobco000]

The figure's bald head turns for a moment, clearly recognizing your words, but paying them no heed. It continues its dash through the cemetery. It's getting farther away now...

[MightyLemur]

Unsure of any more immediate strategies, Collin continues his chase, attempting to see where the man goes while looking around for anything he could use to his advantage.

[zingbobco000]

You rush after the figure, but again, it seems to have the upper hand in terms of the layout of this place. You do your best, but by now it's only at the edge of your vision. You see it's headed towards the mausoleums in the rear of the cemetery, but it's rapidly escaping. You figure your only chance at this point would be to shout something that would surely grab its attention, a name, a declaration, etc...

[MightyLemur]

Thinking back to the photo he saw at the station, he decides it's all he really has left to try, and shouts, "Douglas! Stop!"

[zingbobco000]

The figure moves away from the mausoleum door, as it eventually ends up sitting on a tombstone and pulls out one of the books, seemingly waiting for you. As you approach, it comes fully into view.

https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/images/91756016/8PdNMQ2de05KnEWdcn8z6Q/max.png?1568403103

As you then fully see it in its entirety, it sets down its book and says simply: "Let us speak." It is at this moment that you are certain, this... creature, with its rubbery-skin, hoof-like feet, canine features, and terribly sharp claws, is (somehow) without a doubt, Douglas Kimball.
----

Please give me a Sanity roll.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Sanity

[zingbobco000]

That is sadly a failure, which means that you have lost 3 sanity, and because you failed the roll, I take an involuntary action for you.
----

You seize up and let out a sudden, ear-piercing scream as you see the inhuman creature standing in front of you. This... creature is Douglas Kimball? The man who loved books? The uncle to someone whose house he's staying in, he had a family... how could it be...?

Eventually, you manage to calm yourself down, while "Douglas" simply raises an eyebrow during his screams and mental exchange. He simply gives you a moment to gather yourself, only to finish by plainly asking: "Are you done?"

[MightyLemur]

After quieting himself, he realizes that Douglas still seems more or less civilized. He shuffles awkwardly, straightening his clothes and glasses, and nods, still somewhat worried.

[zingbobco000]

The creature looks towards you, and with a slight sense of curiosity, querulously asks... "And who might I be speaking with who screams at my visage?" As it speaks its ears appear to move of their own accord... as if they hold a life of their own.

[MightyLemur]

“Erm... sorry, I just haven’t seen... I-I’m Collin Blake. I’ve been helping... well, your nephew find who has been taking these books” Collin gestures toward the book Douglas holds.

[zingbobco000]

The creature makes a rather surprised expression. "Why Thomas noticed that? I had hoped that he would not notice my 'intrusion' into my own dwelling." It then sets down his book and extends a rubbery claw. "But it is splendid to make your acquaintance Mister Blake." It then thinks for a moment. "You know, I've read several scintillating tales of mystery and intrigue. Your chosen occupation is indeed quite fascinating!"

[MightyLemur]

Collin hesitantly shakes Douglas’s hand, “I— thank you..? If I may ask... what happened? To you, that is...”

[zingbobco000]

As you shake its hand, the rubbery flesh of the creature seems to almost suck you in, pulling and tugging on you like quick sand. You instinctively pull your hand away in fright. Once you finish, the creature that was at one point Douglas Kimball, but still might be, straightens its back and clears its throat. "I'm afraid, my good sir, that I was just too tired of my mundane existence among... well... all of you. The only thing which I desired was to be left alone and to read my books." It subsequently looks down at the pile of books which it "stole."
"I wished for this, and yet no matter what would happen, everyone would be constantly making demands on me, sending me mail, bills, and whatnot." It then looks towards the mausoleum into which it was heading towards. "So I ventured below, and now life is splendid. I need not for money, suits are not required for a dinner, I don't have to meet people, although yes there are 'others' per se, and being around the others is fine at mealtimes, but most importantly... I may read whenever I want." The creature smiles as it makes that last declaration, showing a row of massively sharp knives for teeth, and you get a feeling that if it wanted to, it could most likely bite a chunk of your head off.

[MightyLemur]

Collin unconsciously takes a step back. “Others? There are more like you?

[zingbobco000]

It falls silent for a moment. You feel its eyes stare into you, its unearthly glare withering away your soul. "Those with whom I dwell are like me, except they have forsaken whatever primitive connections they forged with the surface. I myself am only here because I have been reading the same books for nearly a year. I had hoped to gather such things without drawing attention, but it seems they were right... there are too many prying eyes in this area." Its stare continues, as you cannot help but feel it is speaking about you.

[MightyLemur]

In a strange, sudden feeling of sympathy, and to not get on the man’s bad side, Collin responds with, “I... understand.” He waits to see Douglas’s reaction.

[zingbobco000]

It turns towards the house, appearing to have almost a slight twinge of longing. "Then you understand that he cannot know, nothing can change my mind on this."

https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.d20.io/images/89722780/QEsjNDGuCgr9ZuhvB2-S0A/max.png?1566317637

It then turns back towards you, "You know, I've just been weary. I've been... alive for more than half a century, and the only time I felt like I was living when I was reading. The mundane world which my nephew so dutifully lives in, was not intended for me."

It looks towards the tomb again, "I cannot visit this place anymore. This..." it holds up the books that it... "stole" from itself. "Was my final foray into my, no Thomas' home. It is not mine anymore. The others have said that we must move, too much commotion, too much fuss." Only to turn back towards you, "I am afraid I must now depart. There is much to see out there in the world below, and I think..." It chuckles as it begins to stand up and collect its books. "I believe that I shall author a novel; finally I feel that I have done something in this life worth writing about."

It then gets to its hooves "It was a pleasure speaking with you, Mister Blake, and although your devotion to humans, including my nephew is admirable. I'm afraid it is something that I was never able to muster." He slowly begins to walk off, before noting: "As much as you would like to, I beg of you, do not tell him that I am still alive. It is better if he thinks me dead and gone. If he is concerned about the books, simply say that there was a burglar who returned, but you scared him off, I doubt he'd notice the absence of these additional tomes." It shakes the books as evidence. "It is for the best, I assure you."

It then begins clopping off towards the tomb.

[MightyLemur]

Collin stands where he is for a few minutes, watching Douglas leave, contemplating the recent events. He returns to Thomas’s hoe and goes straight to bed. In the morning he will tell Thomas before he leaves that the burglar returned, but he scared them off, and was not able to identify them.

[zingbobco000]

You look towards Douglas, or at least, what was Douglas, if it is not him anymore, as he departs (huh, pronoun change). He clops over towards the tomb, laden down by his books, and then creeps inside the mausoleum. A few brief moments of silence pass until you hear a heavy THOOM, the sound of rock falling on rock, from within. Neither Douglas, nor what he called "The Others" shall be returning anytime soon.

With an utterly confused mind, you mull over the events that just occurred as you walk towards the Kimball residence. A man, an absolutely normal man, has become a... creature, that lives below the surface of the earth and looks like... that? This alone should be impossible, but the facts are plain to see, and a conclusion must be made. There are other creatures on this earth... you are not alone.
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With the truth of the situation, albeit, the unpleasant truth, you lose 4 more sanity points (sorry I'm rolling really well for these sanity losses). However, this truth also gives you more insight to the world at large (as instead of reading an ancient grimoire about strange mythos creatures you’ve basically talked with one), granting you 3 points in the Cthulhu Mythos skill (this also decreases your feasible maximum sanity down to 96).
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You arrive at the home, weary from the tumultuous experience your mind has just undergone... will you ever be the same again?

Arnoldsberg, 8:29 AM, October 3rd, 1921

You awake to the words of Douglas, or whatever he was, playing in your head like a radio jingle. As you stumble into the dining room, you see Mary and Thomas look up with your arrival. Mary looks at your rather bedraggled condition and notes, "I see someone didn't sleep well last night." Meanwhile, Thomas looks at you.

His eyes implore you, with every ounce of his being, hoping that you've uncovered something, something that will put his mind at rest, to give him hope that his life is not as crazy as he thinks. Of course, will the truth give him that solace? Your reverie is abruptly halted as Thomas asks, simply, and quite plainly: "Well, did you find anything?"
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I wanted to actually RP this moment out.

[MightyLemur]

Yeah, that’s understandable
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Collin sighs, and sits down, “I... the burglar returned, although I was able to scare him off before he did anything. I was not able to identify him, unfortunately.”

[zingbobco000]

Thomas looks down, hie eyes full of grief. However, clearly a lot of the stress and tension from his fear of the home intrusion has also departed. "So my uncle... I thought... maybe..." His wife holds his shoulders. "I'm sorry to have involved you in all of this. But, it seems like you've solved everything, even recovering some of my uncle's writings..." He then fishes something out of his pocket. "Here, you've earned it. Thank you." He hands you a mixed amount of bills equaling up to around $10.

Mary then looks at you as well. "You've brought my husband and I some much-needed solace. We can finally, as a family, grieve my uncle-in-law's passing. Thank you so much. If there's anything else we can do for you, just let us know." However, right as she finishes, she suddenly realizes something, "My, the coach to Arkham I believe leaves at nine! Here, this should be enough to cover the return trip. Safe travels!" She hands you a dollar give or take, enough for the coach ride.

[MightyLemur]

Collin nods, provides some quiet thanks for the money and hospitality, and turns to leave. As he reaches the doorway, he turns around to the pair, and sighs, “...I’m sorry,” and promptly exits, face red from minor embarrassment at the sudden outburst.

[zingbobco000]

You depart from the Kimball house, boarding the motorcoach soon after. It's a bit of a drive back to Arkham, but nevertheless that gives you time to collect some of your thoughts. You faced a harrowing encounter yesterday, chilling you to your core, and yet, Douglas spoke of leaving humanity forever, and you cannot help but feel some solace in this simple truth. This is one monstrous being, at any rate, who is not planning on returning. Thus, Thomas Kimball can sleep soundly again, without fear of further burglaries.
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This calm means that you may roll 1d6 and add it to your current sanity.
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Time passes. The motorcoach drives over hills and bridges as you look out and see the wonderful landscape of New Hampshire. However, amongst the natural beauty of the world, you cannot help but wonder... what else is out there?

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Congratulations! You have survived this adventure as well. You may keep your investigator sheet and use it in the next Call of Cthulhu scenario. If I have noted that you have succeeded in any skills, you will have a chance to improve them through experience (I believe you succeeded in a Spot Hidden roll).
The End.

[MightyLemur]

[roll0] Sanity Bomus

[MightyLemur]

Oops, my bad, too used to rolling d100
[roll0]

[zingbobco000]

Nice! We can say your d100 roll was for improving your Spot Hidden skill, which means you may roll a d10 and it'll be added there.

[MightyLemur]

So, I’ll assume that’s a one. Woo...

[zingbobco000]

Why would you assume that's a one? There's only a 10% chance of a d10 being a one...? You rolled a 51, which is a Failure for Spot Hidden, so you get to roll 1d10 and add it to your 25% chance.

[MightyLemur]

Oh, I think I see what you mean, I thought you were saying that I would add the d10 from what I had rolled to my spot hidden... I didn’t really read the whole thing to be honest.
[roll0]

[zingbobco000]

See now that's the exact opposite!