Dark Seeker'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 next 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 (especially in comparison to something like Masks), 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. As for the bike, you discarded the broken thing some time ago after a spill left it in ruins. But, everything will be fine 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 during your gallery, even if the actual event was on 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 the good people at Miskatonic who offered this in the first place and beg for them to excuse your absence. Eventually, you find one.

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

The gallery was closed! They're unsure about a later showing! You have to... interview for the space to show off your work? 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 and shifts away from you as you do this. 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 Newburyport and then to Arkham you happen to glance in a mirror. What happened? It's been nearly a couple of days since that whole dream occurred, 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. However... perhaps the answers are not always the rational ones?
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 of scraps, you cannot help wonder. Why? Was it worth it? Why didn't you just go back? You could simply comply to your father's wishes, groaning about how he was right. 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. He also has a bit of a scholarly look. 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?

[Dark Seeker]

Paul tries very hard not to believe what happened really did, but deep down he knows it all really did. The burns were more than enough proof of that. Not to mention the nightmares, and the smells of burning flesh whenever he closed his eyes.

He's unusually quiet for the next day, struggling to make some sense of it all. The worst part was in some way the villagers had been right. The sacrifice really was protecting the town. And when it had failed, it had been destroyed. Or maybe the fire had just gotten out of hand; he wanted to believe that, but he couldn't bring himself to.

When he finally arrives in Arkham, the stranger's introduction unsettles him. After a moment he gives a smile, but it is tired and clearly forced. "A pleasure. I am Paul Turner. Forgive my state, I have been through an...ordeal lately. I would be willing to talk with you Mr. Merriweather, on two conditions. First,if you would be so kind as to buy me a drink. Secondly, I would prefer if we spoke in a public place. Recent events have made me a bit less trusting than I would like to be."

[zingbobco000]

The man chuckles as you mention your terms, but nevertheless smiles, "Splendid, there's a public cafe just around 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 of 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.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul relaxes somewhat as they enter the cafe.

"I do apologize for my cheapness, but recent misfortune has seen me lose what funds I brought with me. I will pay you back for this, once I am able."

Paul is famished and orders a sandwich and coffee. Then makes that two sandwiches.

"Paul, Paul Turner. I'm an artist, and some of my paintings were due to be exhibited. Unfortunately I was...delayed." He brings the coffee to his lips, a shake in his hands being apparent.

"After my carriage apparently broke down I found myself in a small town called Emberhead. A village, really. It's not there anymore. The people there were hospitable, at first. And the town had some lovely scenery. But after a time, well..." He trails off and looks up at the older man wearily. "I don't believe you'd believe me if I told you."

[zingbobco000]

Mr. Merriweather shakes his head, "It is no problem at all. Do not worry about it." He then looks intrigued, "You're an artist, though, Mister Tuner? Where were your paintings to be exhibited? I'm sure you could try talking to the curator. The people of Arkham are quite reasonable people, I assure you."

However, as your tone becomes darker Mr. Merriweather becomes intrigued, "Well, I do not wish to pressure you, but Mister Turner, do not worry. I have heard many a strange tale before. I used to be a professor of cultural anthropology, see. I studied the ancient egyptians, along with their interaction with the Roman Empire during the first century. Why that was my specialty! The syncretic elements of the cult of Isis alone..." His face is alight with wonder. However, he then gathers himself. "My apologies, sometimes I have a slight tendency to ramble, but the point stands that I've read quite a few things in this long life of mine." He chuckles a bit to himself as he finishes.

[Dark Seeker]

"I was supposed to have an exhibition at Miskatonic, but it's been canceled; I'll have to appeal to the gallery curator personally. Hopefully he is as reasonable as you say.:

"There are tales and then there is truth, Mr. Merriweather. I studied the odd and occult as a hobby, thought it all nonsense of course. But now I am not so sure."

"The villagers of Emberhead were involved in a cult, you see. I was to be the sacrifice; burned atop a large Beacon. I'm given to understand this took place every year for who knows how long. It was only thanks to the warnings of a young child that I even knew something was amiss, but by then it was too late.

"Somehow I was able to break out of the chains and escape the ritual. I had thought at the time the townsfolk were all made, of course. But I stayed and watched the Beacon burn, and something went wrong. Something rained down from the heavens, and the whole village burned. I barely escaped with my life, but so far as I can tell everyone died." Paul closes his eyes for a moment, still seeing Ruth in front of him. "And I realize now that me escaping caused the ritual to fail, and doomed the town. It almost makes sense now, why they did what they did. If they hadn't, they would all perish, as they did when I fled." He sighs.

"In any event, you likely think me crazy now. But I swear that's the truth."

[zingbobco000]

The sandwiches and coffee arrive.

Mr. Merriweather takes your whole story in, all the while snacking on the cookies which arrived for him. He nods every now and then, but for the most part, he simply lets you do most of the talking. Once you are finished he shakes his head. "Why, the utter horror that you have experienced Mister Turner. Such things change one's mind. A disaster like the one which you have desribed is horrible, and I myself am surprised I have not heard of this town 'Emberhead' ever before." He then gestures to the cafe, "Do not worry, I assure you, have whatever you would like. It is no bother at all for me to help someone such as yourself recover. I'm sure after a night's rest-"

He then pauses and looks around at the darkened streets of Arkham lit only by the flickering streetlamps. "Actually, and I hope you don't mind my asking this, but where are you planning on staying?" Although he clarifies his statement, holding his arms up defensively "And do not worry, I'm not planning on sending ritualistic killers after you or anything like that. I simply want to make sure that you're able to recover. Mr. Vanderbilt is a good friend of mine, as we did some work concerning the anthropological impacts of ancient classical art, and I'm sure his gallery will be deeply blessed to have someone such as yourself contributing to it." He smiles, doing his best to cheer up the lost soul to whom he's speaking to.

The sandwiches are rejuvenating, and you're glad to finally eat something nourishing. Honestly, over the last few days, it took all of your willpower not to call Father and go crawling back into his plentiful arms. Meanwhile, the coffee gives you an energy you have been sorely lacking over the long and exhausting journey from fire to freedom. However, as he's talking, you can't help but realize that Mr. Merriweather has not once called you crazy or insane. Perhaps this is him doing his best to be kind to the traveler who just shared his story, but maybe not.

[Dark Seeker]

"Thank you." Paul says, relieved that he's finally getting a break. "I can give you directions to the town, though as I said, it's scarce but ash now. And if you would be willing to attest to my good character to Mr. Vanderbilt, I would greatly appreciate it. I would hate to lose an opportunity like the one he offered me.

"I'm not sure where I'm staying," he frowns at the realization. "I don't have any money after my misadventure. I don't suppose you'd know anyone who would be willing to take me in until I got myself settled, would you? I know I'm asking you for a lot, but these are exceptional circumstances, and I would be grateful for the help."

He enjoys a nice meal in peace, enjoying the small talk with Mr. Merriweather, and some of his old personality starts to reemerge. The events of a few days ago were seeming more and more like a bad dream, and it was hard, sitting in this normal cafe, having ordinary conversation, that such a thing had ever happened.

But one thing still angered at him, and he brings it up near the end of the meal. "I must say, I thought you'd find me crazy. My story is rather difficult to believe."

[zingbobco000]

As you mention the lack of accommodations, Mr. Merriweather nods, "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."

However, at your response he nods, "I meant no offense, Mister Turner. However, I've heard many a strange tale in my time, and I'd rather be trusting one the chance you'd be correct than ignore such signs until it is too late. You also most certainly have an air of honesty about you, and as I mentioned previously: I consider myself a decent judge of character." He smiles sadly, hoping that his lack of an outburst doesn't leave you upset with him.

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. Brant. I am very glad to find someone concerned with the creative arts such as yourself, and I look forward to many more conversations with you! If you would indulge me, of course."

[Dark Seeker]

Just wanted to clarify Paul's not angry at Merriweather, that was a typo on my part. I think I meant his reaction gnawed at him. Hopefully we can retcon that.:smalltongue:

Paul smiles, the first genuine smile he has given all day. "Mr. Merriweather, you are a godsend! I shall take you up on your kind offer, thank you very much.

"It is a strange tale, though rest assured it was stranger to have lived it. I'd be very happy to meet with you later. You'll know where I am staying, so do feel free to call on me at anytime. Are you retired now? You mentioned you were a professor, did you work for Miskatonic as well?"

[zingbobco000]

Ah! Sorry, I was a little confused by that. I actually thought you met "gnawed at", but I was confused how that got to "angered." Nevertheless, that's all good. He's fine.
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Mr. Merriweather nods, "Indeed, yes. It was quite a time, back then." He smiles wistfully.

Soon after he gathers his things, setting down enough money to pay for the bill. "I think I'd best be heading out now. It was wonderful to meet you, Mister Turner." He gives you a wink as he disappears into the darkness.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul leaves the cafe encouraged that things are looking up. In fairness, it would have to be quite dismal indeed for things to be anything but.

He makes his way to the hotel, his steps feeling 50 pounds lighter.

[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. Also, you're back to full health in the span of a week or so, given that you'll heal 1 HP/day.
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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 original opportunity. In fact, you wonder if they'll even let you show your work, after all, they apparently had some people who had previously reserved tickets whom they had to refund. 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 Orne library (the main library on Miskatonic's campus), 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 painting a surrealist image of the natural world. How the mountains seem to swell up in an almost oppressive nature against the barren wasteland of the ground. You got the gallery confirmation. Apparently "Professor Merriweather," as he is called here, happened to recommend you, which cemented the showcase. You only have a couple of months to recover what paintings were lost earlier, but thus, time is of the essence.

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 (if you haven't already) that Mr. Merriweather, is extraordinarily knowledgable about tales of mysticism and ancient cultures. Meanwhile, you contribute what you can, sadly being less learned on the subject than he. However, he does bring up topics of interest to you: the view of the world, the way that color dances on the edge of a paintbrush, and how one can paint the screams heard in the French revolution. Either way, the conversations surely serve to brighten your day and are intellectually stimulating.

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

You're continuing your painting when suddenly there's a knock-knock on the gallery door. In steps a grizzled but charming professor with a fedora. "Ah, sorry. Professor Jones, Archaeology. I'm told that you were an expert in painting?" You confirm this to be the case. "Ah, well, this was recently recovered and from what I've so far identified it appears to be some sort of ancient painting on linen. The color has, for the most part, worn away, but somehow there are still a couple fragments that stand the test of time. Might you be able to attribute this to any period, style, or anything like that?" He shrugs, "Sorry, the Art History head was out today, so I figured you were the next best thing. I've got my own ideas, of course, I just wanted a second opinion." He smiles winningly and gives your hand a good shake.
It's not too hard to identify, based on the fact that the silhouettes are done in bold and they're quite flat, coupled with the oppresive symmetry, you're looking at something that most likely emerged from ancient Egypt.
After telling your findings to Professor Jones he smiles broadly and nods, "Good, that's what I was thinking. Thank you for all of your assistance!"

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

You're reading in Orne Library, 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 you're still concerned with such things... I see." Mr. Merriweather strokes his chin, thinking and soon after 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 Paul." 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 Mister Turner!"

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.

[Dark Seeker]

No worries, I quite liked the overview you did.


Paul is glad that his budding art career is saved and throws himself into supporting and showcasing his works. But in his private time, he tries to capture the scene he saw of Emberhead in flames, fires raging down from the heavens while the Beacon was alight. It's very dark, (far more so than his average work), and he knows he will never share it with the public at large. But it is his way of coping with what he saw.

He enjoys his chats with Professor Meriweather, even if the man was rather cagey about his own past experiences. As for Professor Jones, he waves and engages in small talk with him whenever he happens to see him on campus.

When Meriweather invites him to this mysterious club, Paul heads off to attend it. However, doubt plagues him. He had a strong suspicion that the type of club he was being invited to join would allow him to dwell more deeply into experiences like the one he had had in Emberhead. And he wasn't sure he wanted to.

So Paul decides he's happy as is, and heads home.


Forgive me, couldn't resist. Here's what really happens...


But no, he had to know more. Part of it was curiosity, part perhaps loneliness. He wanted to know others had seen the things he had and emerged out the other side. But there was another part of him that realized he was doing this for selfish reasons. The art this experience had given him was some of his most expressive, and he knew this was in large part due to him having survived such a terrible ordeal. Not that he wanted to experience any more of them first hand. But if evil such as this was out there, real forces of unknown powers... he needed to know.

He knocks on the door.

[zingbobco000]

Heh, I read that at first and I was like: Welp, I guess that's done.
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You knock on the door which does not seem to be actually fully closed, instead opening to let you see three people sitting in an cleared-out lecture hall, but with several empty 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-, Paul is that you?" As the third member of the group you recognize to be Professor Nevada Jones, in his casual clothes as opposed to the ones he normally wears as a professor (albeit he still has the fedora). "Lois, Jessie, this is a coworker of mine, well, sort of. He's an artist, helping Professor Vanderbilt with one of his galleries." He then turns back towards you. "Is there something I can help you with, Paul?"

[Dark Seeker]

"Professor Jones, good evening. I actually came here to inquire as to joining your club. Professor Meriweather recommended it to me, said I would find it of interest. Mind he did not say what it actually was, but I have some suspicions."

Paul gives a polite nod and smile to the other students.

[zingbobco000]

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 Paul 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 Mister Paul even know what this society is? You mentioned having suspicions sir, but hopefully you weren’t just dragged in here for no reason."
All eyes then await your response.

[Dark Seeker]

"Based on my conversations with the good professor, I imagine it has to do with our shared interest in unusual phenomena. I have some experience with the subject, you could say." He holds back on telling them about Emberhead for now, not sure they'd believe him. "Suffice it to say I am far less skeptical of some things than I was just a few months ago.

"Now, I'm no detective, but if you believe I could help in some way I don't see the harm in going to talk to this friend of yours."

[zingbobco000]

Lois laughs and then adds, "Well, sort of Mr. Paul, 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 alumnus 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, 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."

You are an artist, so your paintings could always wait the weekend. Albeit, you do recall that you were supposed to give an update to Mr. Vanderbilt on Monday afternoon (he's keeping tabs on you moreso than before given what happened last month), so best to head be back by then.

(Thus your second statement comes in)

Three smiles grow onto the faces of the club members. "Sounds mighty fine Mister Paul! Anyway, about the case, Thomas Kimball, an alumni of Miskatonic has been burglarized."
Lois then chimes in "But this wasn't any ordinary burglary, no. Tha' burglar only stole books. There were a variety a' other valuables within the house, but tha' burglar only took a couple 'a 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 'bout a year ago without a trace. Nobody's seen 'im since."
Professor Jones then smiles as the two students retell the story, and cannot resist adding in a piece of his own. "Now Paul, 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, Paul. The Arkham Police Department sometimes calls on us, but Thomas lives in Arnoldsberg, a couple 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 motor-coach drive. It 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.
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Oh boy that was long, but you basically answered the question that would normally be interspersed in between their conversations (plus RPing multiple people makes things long :smalltongue:).

[Dark Seeker]

"I would be most interested. So long as I'm back by Monday, I've a bit of free time over the weekend."

He listens carefully to the information provided. "Interesting. Sure, I'll take a trip out to Arnoldsberg and see what I can find out." Truthfully he expects the matter to be mundane, but he could never be entirely sure of that now, could he? "It was a pleasure to meet you all; I'll be sure to give an update on what I find out when I return."

Sorry this was so short. And I know well the unique pleasure of roleplaying multiple NPC's. Once had to do 13 at once:smalleek:

[zingbobco000]

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," (other resident artists at Miskatonic) 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 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?

Also, yeah, I remember something similar happening to me too lol.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul greatly enjoys conversing with his fellow club members,and asks Jesse and Lois what they are studying.

After a bit more small talk he heads home and retires early. After all, he has a big day tomorrow.

I believe so!

[zingbobco000]

You gather by the conversations that Jesse is a History student whereas Lois is a student of Mechanical Engineering.

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 around 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. You identify it to have most likely burned down in some kind of forest fire 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., all that's there is one lonely house next to the graveyard. 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. "Hello there, I'm, well, I'm T-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.

[Dark Seeker]

Numb, Paul asks the coachmen if he has any idea the name of this town, or anything about what caused the fire here.

***

Visibly glad Arnoldsberg is a bigger town than Emberhead was, Paul makes his way to Thoma's house. To the young man's question, he smiles and extends his hand. "I'm a new member, but yes. Paul Turner, a pleasure to meet you. I understand you've had a spot of trouble recently? I'm here to help, if I can."

[zingbobco000]

The driver looks confused, "These old things?" she asks, "They've been here as long as I've been driving."

(Cut to current time)

As you make your statement towards Thomas, he shifts slightly, seeming not to notice your outstretched hand. "Well, uh, yes. I'd like for you to look into the theft, and if maybe you could shed any light on my uncle's disappearance." He then realizes that you're still standing outside on the porch, and he suddenly grips your hand, shaking it quickly. "Oh, 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 get your bags?" (presumably you have a briefcase or something similar for the overnight investigation).

[Dark Seeker]

Paul nods, his mind trying to figure out what it all meant. But there are no easy answers, and he spends the rest of the trip quiet.

***

"Of course. I'm hardly a trained detective, but this is not my first investigation." He thinks back to Emberhead and the snooping around he did there. He hardly found much out, but it was better than having no experience with this sort of thing.

"Oh, no thank you," he says, guarding his luggage and wanting a repeat of Emberhead. While Thomas could likely be trusted, it would be awhile before he felt comfortable offering someone else his belongings. "But if you could show me where I could store them I would be most grateful."

Once he's situated, he puts on a smile and tries to appear more confident that he could get to the bottom of this than he felt. "So, where should we start? If you don't mind, how about you tell me a little about your uncle and his disappearance, and if I have questions, I'll jump in."

[zingbobco000]

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."
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. "Meanwhile th-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 valuables. S-so I didn't want to bother the police."

Thomas begins to head back into the dining room for further discussion, however he suddenly wheels around. "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 that is decently furnished and you soon set your bags down inside. "I'm also of course, willing to pay if you're able to find any information concerning either the break-in or my uncle. Oh! Before you leave would you like anything to drink, or eat? I don't know how long the drive is, but Mary just made some wonderful lemonade."

(Then cut to your question)

As you discuss the uncle specifically Thomas looks slightly uncertain. "W-well, he'd always been a bit of an... eccentric, you se-see. He would normally j-just spend his time at family gatherings reading, but h-he still kept up appearances, balding, with a bit of grey hair, oh, an-and his large round spectacles, I re-remember those."

[Dark Seeker]

Paul enjoys a sandwich and the rather wonderful lemonade as he takes in Thomas' story.

"I see. Did you happen to keep inventory of your uncle's books? do you know the titles of those that went missing, or at least the theme? Perhaps there was a common thread that connected them?

"And what was your uncle's name again? Did he act any different before he went missing, like he was afraid of someone? I'm guessing it's not like him to just wander off and not return. Did he have any friends he spent time with that shared his interests? Also, would you mind if I investigated the library further? Perhaps there is a clue you overlooked."

[zingbobco000]

Thomas looks befuddled, trying to answer as many questions as he can. "I, um, you, well you see. I... I have no idea what titles were taken. Again, I've barely been inside the room, Mary and I just used it as a-a storage room." He hastily eats some animal crackers which he set out on a plate.
"D-Douglas, his name's Douglas. And, well, again. I really don't know. I b-barely talked with him at, at all save for the occasional greeting w-when I'd see him. I d-don't think he was acting strange, any m-more than normal, I, well, I mean." As you mention the study he shrugs, "Er... be, well, be my guest. It's rather... messy in there. I didn't r-really look in there except for the, well, the markings. That's why, um, why I contacted you all, Mr. Turner." He trails off aimlessly, snacking on more of the crackers and lemonade.
"Um... is-is there anything else? Or s-should I just work on my acc-accounts now and leave e-everything to you?" His eyes dart back and forth.

There's no malice in his glances, it's more that he's quite jumpy.

It's almost as if he expects someone to leap from behind some corner of the house and terrify him

[Dark Seeker]

Paul is disappointed but not surprised at Thomas' lack of knowledge.

"Again, as I said I'm knew to this club. What precisely made you think we were the right person to look into this matter? Do you expect anything strange has befallen your uncle or the missing books?"

He examines Thomas closely.



[roll0]

"Still, I believe I've enough to go on. I'll take a look at the room and call on you again if I have any further questions."

[zingbobco000]

I'm afraid you just rolled a Fumble (a 96-100 on a skill with a rating < 50) so something unfortunate happens.
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Thomas begins visibly quivering, "I... I... why are you ex-examining m-me? I just th-thought you were some sort of inv-investigative g-group..." He gets up from his chair and bolts up the stairs. "I-I have to go." He notes definitively on his rush to escape from the eyes of this investigator.

Well, that could've gone better. Nevertheless, the study.

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

You head into the room 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. Simply looking 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 also notice that there are, as Thomas mentioned several locations for China, vases, etc... interspersed amongst the books in this room.

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), which are of a myriad of sizes, 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 no matter what, it would definitely take time.

[Dark Seeker]

"Wait, Thomas. I didn't mean..." But it's too late, and the lad has fled. Paul makes a note to try and sooth his ruffled feathers later. Still, his skittishness made Paul wonder if he was hiding something.

The study seems like a long project, but given he had just scared off the one lead they had perhaps it would be wise to try to dig through the collection anyway. Worse came to worse, he would find a few interesting leads. But first, he decides to talk with this Mary. Perhaps she had known Douglas and could shed some light on either his hobbies or disappearance. Hopefully she would view him more favorably than her employer had.

But he cannot find the elusive woman, so he returns to the study and begins the long and tedious process of going through the books.

[zingbobco000]

Please give me a Spot Hidden roll.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul gets to work.



[roll0]

[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 (who you realize is 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 one of the masses of books is actually, in fact, 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.
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If you would like a transcript...August 25th,
Dear diary, it has been an incredibly frustrating day. It seems like you remain my constant companion throughout these troubled times. Well, you and my other books of course. I am truly uncertain about what would ever happen if I were to somehow leave them. The people of this town have very little if any imagination. They simply exist and go about their monotonous lives, living in insolence. Not only that, but despite this, they nevertheless demand things of me. Even now I am sure that there is going to be some sort of family gathering in merely a few weeks. Nevertheless, I have had the most intriguing experience. I managed to discover something, a creature, unlike any animal known to my fellow men, moving about the cemetery throughout the night while I read. It seemed to pay me no mind, but I saw it slip down the network of tunnels below the cemetery. I cannot help but be astounded and amazed by such a revelation. I must admit, it is simply possible that I have been dreaming, I was reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula, but I think this would be an excellent source for some inspiration for a book.
Sincerely,
Douglas Kimball

August 30th, 1920

Dear diary. I have been thinking about it, and I am now reaching a decision. There is little here right now, and in all honesty, I feel that I should join with my friends below. I am sorry to say goodbye to these entries, but the demands of society are becoming too much. It is time for me to depart. I never got to finish Dracula… Goodbye.

Sincerely,
Douglas Kimball


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, seeming to have gotten everything under control now, happens to ask. "So, Paul, did, um, 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.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul reads the journal with interest, Douglas' outrageous claims no longer sounds so farfetched.

When Thomas inquires he considers whether he should tell him, still not fully trusting the lad after his previous reaction. But nothing in Douglas' words suggested he had fallen victim to foul prey, so he nods and shows the journal to the married couple.

"Indeed I did. Tell me, have either of you seen this sort of animal he wrote of, or heard anything unusual coming from the graveyard? It seems likely he went down into the cemetery tunnels."

[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, discussing tunnels in the cemetery. 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 or other..." 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, Mister Turner, was it? 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, the color draining from his face, "Wait, the break-in! D-did you, um, did you f-find anything about the, erm, the b-break-in?"

[Dark Seeker]

"You mustn't blame yourself, Thomas. No one could have expected this." Paul's not really certain what happened. He's not willing to disregard the possibility that Douglas really did find something underground, but he wants to investigate further before he brings that up as a possibility.

"As for the break in, I'm afraid not. The thief seemed to be looking for something specific, which they took. I highly doubt either of you are in any danger, though I realize this is small comfort until they are apprehended. I'll keep looking and see what I can find." He finishes his meal. Then he plans to check the library on a hunch...

Is Dracula missing?

Also wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it.

[zingbobco000]

Thomas nods, starting to calm down a bit. Meanwhile, Mary notes, "You know, while my uncle-in-law might have been a little... cuckoo, it is possible that there might be some aspects based in fact."
Thomas nods along, "My, uh, my statistics professor always said to look at something from all perspectives, right? Maybe that, um, that could be useful? Sorry, again, I don't really know what to do in cases like these." Meanwhile, Mary smiles, glad that her husband seems to be in somewhat better spirits.

Mary departs for her work, Thomas heads upstairs soon after, leaving you alone once more with your last full day of investigations (assuming you don't want to miss the meeting with Mr. Vanderbilt).
You decide to head into the study once more. Hoping that maybe you might be able to find Dracula. However, with the number of books here you're unsure if you'd be able to find it (or not find it), and even if it is there, it would certainly take quite some time sorting through all of this.
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You may attempt a Library Use roll should you so wish (unless you'd rather head somewhere else), but keep in mind that Library Use rolls, in general, take quite a bit of time (unless one rolls extremely well). Given that you already cleaned up the study, I'll offer you a Bonus Die should you choose to conduct this search.

Also yes, Happy Thanksgiving to you too! Thanks :smallbiggrin:

[Dark Seeker]

Paul reconsiders. Right now he suspects Douglas may have returned to retrieve some of his books,and for whatever reason not wanted to meet with any of his family. He seemed rather socially averse, after all. If Dracula was missing that would all but confirm his hypothesis of him being the culprit, but it also might take more time than he had. Especially since his family would more than likely want him to locate Douglas then,and he might not have the time for it.

He decides instead to head into the graveyard and look around there, attempting to confirm if there were in fact tunnels leading underneath or it had just been a flight of fancy on Douglas part. Besides, after being cooped up in a library all day, even Paul wanted to stretch his legs for a bit.

[zingbobco000]

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

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. Not only that, but it's also rather large.

However, as you begin to explore you notice a gardener digging out weeds at the far side of the cemetary. He also 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.
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Assuming you're going to spend a decent amount of time just trying to aimlessly find random tunnels, I guess give me an Extreme Spot Hidden roll (I'll note it's completely possible that there is, in fact, nothing there)?

[Dark Seeker]

Paul clucks his tongue. This was not going to be easy. He nods back at the gardener and considers his options.

Perhaps it would help if he narrowed down the search area. If there were tunnels, likely they were in an unused part of the cemetery or they would have been discovered by someone earlier. He looks around for any areas with overgrowth or appear to have been neglected, if there are any.

Sherlock Holmes Paul(and his player) are not.:smallwink:

[zingbobco000]

Basically every single area is quite verdant and green, along with being heavily curated. It's quite clear that if there were obvious tunnels on the surface, someone gardening such an area would have noticed these things.
So, no, I'm afraid there are no spaces with overgrowth or neglect (I mean I guess some gravestones and mausoleums have been neglected and worn away [again, the place is really old], but I don't think that's relevant to you...).

[Dark Seeker]

Feeling he has precious few leads, Paul decides to talk with the gardener. He introduces himself as a friend of Thomas.

"Did you know Douglas? I'm trying to find out what happened to him for Thomas. Douglas mentioned something about tunnels under the cemetery, of seeing things wandering around here at night. Would you have any idea what he might have been talking about?

[zingbobco000]

Please give me a Charm roll to see how friendly and sociable you are.

[Dark Seeker]

[roll0]

Paul flashes what he hopes is an interested smile and asks the gardener his name, how long he's been working here,all sorts of small talk to get him to loosen up.Normally he'd try to be genuinely interested, but he has a deadline and feels it fast approaching.

[zingbobco000]

Well that's a Success!
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"Yeah... yeah I knew Douglas..." He looks around warily. "Jefferson, Jefferson's the name, bud." He props his shovel back into the earth.
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"'N no, no, I ain't seen none of those things. But he was always goin' on about stories and all that. Discussing the strangest things out here while reading his books on his spot, talking politics, or anthrowhatamahavit. Nice to make conversation to and all that, but I've been working on here near twenty years for shore (yes), and you come upon a lotta odd jobs in the cemetery, why take my father." He chuckles to himself, but then strokes his chin.

"You know I uh... I don't know about a Thomas, but... wait a minute. You ain't one of those reporters are you, bud? Because if you are, I ain't taking another statement, that's for shore! I've had enough of you lot traipsing all over my cemetery asking all sorts of questions!" He shakes his head and grabs the hilt of his shovel firmly. "You won't get nothing out of me, that's for shore, bud!" He soon turns back to his work and resumes gardening.

He seems quite eager to return to his work, he clearly seems uncomfortable about this line of questioning.

However, this eagerness is also overlayed by some sort of fear of what he's discussing... strange.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul has found the important NPC in this adventure, judging by the picture.:smalltongue:

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jefferson. What about your father. I hope it does not bring up any bad memories for you, but It seemed to stick with you."

He pushes back his annoyance at the man suddenly growing defense. What was it about people in this town and their suspicions? "I assure you, I'm no reporter; you can go in and ask Thomas himself. I'm just a concerned family friend is all."



[roll0]

Would this be a roll I could consider pushing? Still not sure if I'd want to.

[zingbobco000]

Unless I specify otherwise, from this point on, you may Push any roll you so choose. Also, TBH, I was confused why they gave this guy a picture as opposed to any of the other NPCs... but whatever.
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He shrugs, "Weird guy, took care of a graveyard, didn't he? 'Nuff said."

(Cut back)

He looks at you bewildered, "Who the heck is this Thomas you keep going on about, bud? You reporter types are all the same, saying whatever you can to get my trust so I keep talkin' about the cemetery for one of your stupid stories. Like I said before, and I'll say it again, there's nothing here! No weird creatures stomping around, nothing!" At this point he storms off, taking his shovel with him as he does.

You happen to notice as he turns away that his coat opens enough for you to spot a flask on an inside coat pocket.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul considers trying to get a further read on Jefferson but lets him go. There seemed no way to convince the man he was not a reporter. He runs a hand through his blonde hair in frustration as his eyes take in his surroundings.




[roll0]

If that one fails, I will push this one. [roll1]

Seeing the flask gives him an idea. It's a nasty one, nastier than he'd usually employ, but time was of the essence here. "That's fine, then. I'll just have to report you for drinking. Have a fine day." He turns and begins to leave.

[zingbobco000]

Give me an Intimidate roll if that's how you're going to go about this.

[Dark Seeker]

"That's fine, then. I'll just have to report you for drinking. Have a fine day."

Or at least, Paul's about to say this when he has an idea that better suits his particular talents. Blackmail had never been his style, and if Jefferson reacted poorly to it... well, the gardener already had a weapon.

So he heads off without saying a word, heading for a small Italian restaurant he had seen on his way to the house. Perhaps they could help him convince Mr. Jefferson to open up.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 9:40 AM, Sunday, October 2nd, 1921

You head into the center of town. Not quite on the same scale as Arkham, but there are still things to be done amongst all of Arnoldsberg's citizens. A paperboy hands you a copy of the Arnoldsberg Advertiser (again for only a couple cents) as you receive an issue concerning how: "Cow Has a Baby Calf!" and other scintillating stories. Nevertheless, you pass the building in question, full of typists and journalists clacking away on their typewriters, and find Romeo's the adjacent aforementioned Italian diner.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul had used to like small towns. Now, he wasn't sure.


Entering the restaurant, he decided merely asking for booze would only ensure the owners of the establishment clammed up, so he resigns himself and orders a full meal. He'd ask about some liquor at the end.

[zingbobco000]

What's wrong with small towns? :smalltongue:
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Sure, they're happy to offer you that. While you're waiting for your order, you most likely peruse the paper and discover that the Advertiser reports on literally everything that goes on in this town (it's a multi-page issue, and if their largest story has to do with a cow... well... you get the picture).

[Dark Seeker]

Paul looks through the paper for any stories of interest; specifically any that mention either the graveyard or any thefts of books recently.

[zingbobco000]

Most of the articles have to do with things that happened on the 1st, you'd guess you'd have to find some sort of previous issue in order to get any information that way. Your order arrives (a nice meat lasagna, with extra garlic bread, plus the most important aspect: a pint of liquor) and you pay a pretty penny for the purchase, but hopefully it will be worth it.

As you're reading the paper...
You know... Jefferson kept thinking you were a reporter, that's a bit... weird...

He also explicitly mentioned that there were "No weird creatures stomping around," which is... oddly specific. Almost like he'd been asked it before.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul has only recently eaten, but it's been awhile since he had Italian food, so he digs in with relish.



[roll0]

After he's done, he takes the pint and hides it in his coat, and heads out. Hopefully his second talk with Jefferson would go better than his first.

Edit: But before he heads back, he heads to the Advertiser's offices and tries to look through the past few editions of the newspaper. If reporters were talking to Jefferson, surely they had to be reporting on something.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 10:02 AM, Sunday, 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 the editor of this place: Artie Mallory, and I'm afraid that we're a bit busy at the moment and can't handle questions from anyone, 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).

[Dark Seeker]

Paul reacts quickly, reasoning that this is his only chance.

"I heard the gardener at the graveyard complaining that your reporters kept trying to interview him. I'm new in town, could you tell me what this is all about? I may be able to help you get the story you desire; Mr. Jefferson owes me a favor."

[zingbobco000]

Well that sounds like you're trying to convince her using logic and reasoning, please give me a Persuade roll.

[Dark Seeker]

Darn it, I need to start playing Paul as more of a flirt. :smallyuk:



[roll0]

[zingbobco000]

Ehhh... sometimes certain conversational strategies work better than others. In addition, it doesn't have to be seduction lol, more often than not it's just being friendly.
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She looks at you, pausing for just a moment and taking in your attire and clothes. "Look, I think I've got all the help I need right now, so if that's all, have a nice day, sir! If you really wanna check out our paper, we've got back issues in the library." She returns calling out, "Jimmy! Get page three down to five paragraphs, yeah, five!" Leaving you standing in the entrance of the busy newspaper.
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I'm afraid that's all unless you were planning on Pushing the roll.

N.B. Attempting a secondary conversational strategy (like using Intimidate after Persuade has failed) is effectively Pushing the roll.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul doubts he'll be able to get anywhere with this woman and does not want to risk offending her. He'll head to the library, asking a passerby the way if he's not certain where it is.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 10:22 AM, Sunday, October 2nd, 1921

You quickly ask around, still hiding the liquor somewhere and 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.

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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

Choose and open one: You know, normally papers, even ones as small as the Advertiser take notes, right? Could they possibly have some more information there? It mentions the constable being called... could the Police Department have some information about that?
You may open both spoilers.----

Note that a Combined roll means that you roll one d100 and compare it against both skills/characteristics.
Arnoldsberg, 3:42 PM, Sunday, 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...
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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.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul enters the library and looks for a librarian, approaching them and flashing them a winning smile. "Good morning! I'm from Miskatonic University and in town conducting some research for the university. If it's not too much trouble, would you be willing to help me in finding information on a few topics?"



Charm 71 [roll0]

[Dark Seeker]

Paul takes in the article. It's quite strange, and he tries to think about what it could mean.

[roll0] 30 or below

[zingbobco000]

The librarian helped you out for a while, having little else to do as most of the patrons seemed to be used to the library's workings and they had more or less organized everything. However, by the time that you eventually find the article they look at you with a bit of confusion "Er... I hope that was helpful, sir..." He notes as he returns to his duty.
Meanwhile, you are left alone with the clipping as you begin to puzzle over its confusing contents. So you think, and you think; you look at several of the other issues that were printed alongside the article, and it's to no avail. However, you keep thinking, and searching, and thinking...

Arnoldsberg, 3:31 PM, Sunday, October 2nd, 1921

Hah! You think you've got it! Finally the peace and quiet allowed for you to just have some time to yourself and think!
Choose and open one option (and no, you get no information about how one option is distinguished from another, that's the thing with ideas, they can be random sometimes).

You know, normally papers, even ones as small as the Advertiser take notes, right? Could they possibly have some more information there?
It mentions the constable being called... could the Police Department have some information about that?----

For reference if you had this thought already then good for you (there is no sarcasm in that statement. That is, in fact a good thing)! That's what Idea rolls are, random thoughts that might come to your character that you may not have had.
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However, as you wheel around you realize why it was so quiet... you're alone. Apparently, the library must have closed early today as there is nobody left inside, and the librarian must have closed everything up after himself (with the exception of you). You try the door, locked, you look to the windows, no locks... but do you really want to smash windows or break down a door right now? You slump back into one of the many empty chairs, alone with nothing but your wits and a bottle of wine.

[Dark Seeker]

Going with option two

Paul thinks on it and decides to talk with the police. Maybe they could at least disclose where the footprints had been found,which should make it easier for him to locate where these tunnels--if they even exist--were.

But then he sees he's locked in. Paul has a strong desire to open the damn bottle of wine and down the whole thing, prohibition or no. This day was turning into quite the comedy of errors. He imagines his report to the club would be poorly received, to his horror and embarrassment.

He takes a deep breath and tries to remain clam. First, he looks around for any phone, if there is one he'll call the police. Failing that, he'll go to a window and see if he can spy anyone outside, gesturing frantically to anyone he sees.

[zingbobco000]

Please give me a Luck roll.

[zingbobco000]

You manage to find a phone, and upon doing so you hear a familiar voice... "Hello, what line can I connect you to?"

[Dark Seeker]

"Mrs. Kimball? Is that you? It's Paul Turner. We have a sort of funny situation here. I've been locked in the library by mistake. Could you connect me to the police?

[zingbobco000]

There's a pause on the line. "... Paul?! Well, of course, by golly, I certainly didn't expect to hear you on the line, just... give me a minute."
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Well, it seems you now know that Mary is a switchboard oerator, huh... immersion!
----

The line goes silent for a moment, and then Mary returns. "They should be right on over, I'm... sorry that this happened when you were investigating on mine and Thomas' behalf." She then bids you farewell and disconnects.
It doesn't take long for an officer to arrive and jimmy open the door. "Hello mister... Turner is it? Mary explained to me what happened, but I do have to ask, just standard procedure of course, what were you doing in the library after it closed?"
----

As the officer is speaking to you, please give me a Combined Luck and Sleight of Hand roll where only one must succeed (concerning a certain item on your person).

[Dark Seeker]

I actually figured it out via text color, which you probably intended. But great job, made me feel a bit clever. Have not felt that way many times during this adventure.:smallwink:

"Thank you May, I greatly appreciate it."

***

"Ah, officer, hello. Yes, that's me." He holds out a hand to shake. "Sorry, I'm from Miskatonic and was conducting some research and must have lost track of time. Not one of my finer moments, but I'm afraid those stereotypes about absent minded professors are true in my experience." He laughs. "The Liberian can support my story, should you have any doubts. He was a big help.

"Thank you again, officer. As it happens, you may be able to assist me with another matter." He shows the man the story. "Would this happen to ring a bell? If you have any information about this or any more recent graveyard disturbances I would greatly appreciate it."

[zingbobco000]

Indeed! I actually meant that you realize her job is that of a switchboard operator, not that it is her in the first place, sorry if that was unclear.
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The officer looks a bit confused, "I'm sorry, but you know, I can't say it does. However..." He looks off towards the police station. "How about I walk you over to the station. I'm sure someone can help you out, and we have donuts!" He seems pleased about the donut part.
(Assuming you go with him since you wanted to head there anyway). "Anyway, I'll have to be returning to my patrol soon, but it's a good thing that you happened to call me, you're obviously a decent fellow and all that, but protocol is protocol, and the new head's been making some changes." He flashes his handcuffs. "Never even had to take these out with me on patrol before, town's nearly free of crime."
Eventually, you make it to the station. "But now we got oodles and oodles of forms to fill out, it's not fun I say, no fun at all, bud." As the officer walks you through the doors he calls out to a desk sergeant. "Dern, could you help this man out? He's just investigating some local history from Miskatonic or whatever, thought we'd be of some assistance!" Only to turn back towards you, "Good luck with your investigation Mr. Turner."
----

If you wanted to ask him any other questions, that's fine, I'm just moving the plot ahead a bit.
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Arnoldsberg, 3:42 PM, October 2nd, 1921

Meanwhile, with little else to do you head up towards the desk officer, but he does not look up from his work, "Hello sir, I'm sorry. I know what Officer Shaw said, but I'm terribly busy right now, perhaps you could come by tomorrow. Does that sound ok?"

[Dark Seeker]

Paul makes small talk with the officer and thanks him profusely for his help.

***

Frustration rises within Paul and he bites back on a rude remark. This wasn't like him, but the truth is he's had just about enough of people giving him the runaround. Didn't they realize he was on a deadline?

Instead he adopts an apologetic look and frowns. "Oh dear. I'm afraid that won't quite work. You see, I really must be heading back to the university tomorrow. And I've already been significantly delayed given my misadventure at the library. I'd hate to put you behind in your own work, but you'd be doing me a great service, Mr. Dern, and keeping me from heading home empty handed. And from what officer Shaw was telling me you've done a great job keeping this town crime free regardless." A little flattery often worked wonders.



I know you requested I never roll unless you asked for it, but I'm thinking this will require a charm roll. If for whatever reason it doesn't please just disregard.

[roll0]

[zingbobco000]

The man nods as you finish. "Yeah... I'm Dern. Officer Ripley Dern. Well, look, as I said, I'm a bit busy. I've got several deadlines to make, you know, (heh) but I suppose if it's nothing too scandalous I can take a quick break." He also adds in quickly. "Plus, I for shore need a donut."
He gets up and takes one of the said donuts from its box and heads over towards the files. "So... what exactly are you looking into, bud?" He flips through several files, using his mouth to hold the donut while he does.
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Indeed it would be Charm, but the reason why I'm not a fan of people making rolls unless I tell them comes up here. In this scenario, because Officer Shaw requested you help out, you would have a Bonus Die, which, had I not mentioned until after you rolled, might've seemed like I was being biased in some manner (and while I am biased, that means little).

[Dark Seeker]

Understood, from now on I'll ask before rolling. Got a little too enthusiastic.:smallwink:

"Thank you so much, Officer Dern. I'm actually interested in an old case of yours from 1909 or so." Paul shows him the article. "Would it be possible to take a look at the original report? Also, have you heard any news about the graveyard recently? I spoke with the gardener earlier and he accused me of being a reporter, said they were hassling him recently."

[zingbobco000]

Again, you're all good. I just didn't want to make it seem like I was being impartial in any way lol :smalltongue:

Also, I guess that you were able to effectively steal the article given that you were locked in there, huh...
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Officer Dern looks you over, looks the article over, then heads back and looks through the files. "Cemetery you said?" He flips through more files. "Nothing really here, some reports of strange noises while back. Then once again around six or seven years ago. Patrols seem to have..." He flips to the next page. "Yeah, officers were sent out, patrolling by the place for a couple of weeks, but there wasn't really anything there... Quiet as a grave." Officer Dern chuckles at his joke. "If you really want to have a look, I guess you can, but it was probably just Jefferson, drunk as ever. Don't believe a word that man says, we have to lock him up practically every night."
He then puts the papers away and heads back towards the desk. "Well, that's it. I gotta return to my work, I hope that was helpful and all, sir."

[Dark Seeker]

Paul hides his disappointment. "It did, thank you very much. I'll let you get back to your work, officer."

With that lead being a dead end, he heads back to the graveyard with his peace offering to Jefferson. Drunk or not, the man seemed his last hope at the moment.

[zingbobco000]

Ehhh... not entirely a dead end. There is a bit of new information learned, no?
----

Arnoldsberg, 4:05 PM, October 2nd, 1921

You depart from the police station listlessly, it's unclear exactly how much you've learned about the disappearance, the books, or the graveyard. Nevertheless, when you arrive at the graveyard you see in the afternoon light that it remains reasonably well-tended, with abundant vegetation. Mr. Jefferson notices your presence and simply ignores you, quite content to simply do his work without interruption.

[Dark Seeker]

True, the noises did repeat. Something to ponder...

Paul walks right up to Jefferson. "This sure seems like hard work. Would you care for a drink?" He shows him the wine.

***

Edit: Before leaving, Paul asks if there's anymore information about the noises from six years back.

[zingbobco000]

Specifically about the noises in the cemetery? Nope, nothing. Apparently the cemetery is a pretty quiet neighborhood and officers discovered nothing there.

Jefferson looks at you strangely. "That's uh... that's... you know it's prohibition, right bud?" He says, one eyebrow cautiously raised.

[Dark Seeker]

"Oh I know, yes. Judging by the flask on your side, I'm not sure you got the memo." He smiles wide and holds out his arms in a placating motion. "But please, I mean this as a genuine gift. I'm not a reporter, regardless of what you think, but I am rather interested in this graveyard. There's a history of strange figures being seen here, strange sounds being heard. It's connected to a man going missing, and I want to find out what happened to him for the peace of his family. If you could tell me anything you know, I would really appreciate it."

Before Jefferson answers he hands him the drink, hopefully demonstrating his trust in the gardener and wanting this to seem more like a gift than a blatant bribe. He suspects the man has seen things, given his history with the police; it may even be why he drinks so much.

[zingbobco000]

Jefferson's hand immediately goes to his coat, but he seems to calm down as you fully explain yourself. Once your done he eyes you warily, but tentatively reaches out his hand only to snatch the bottle from you. "Romeo's?" He asks after taking a sip. "Decent..."
He then looks out to the graveyard. "Well... if you're not a reporter, and you for shore ain't a button. (read: police officer) I guess it won't do you no harm." He puts the shovel down, takes another couple of sips and leans against a large gravestone.
"Look, that missing man you're looking for, that's Douglas, right? Don't know anything about a family, he never mentioned it at least, but he's not missing. He's dead, bud." He takes a long drink from the bottle and then leans in. "I've seen his ghost."

[Dark Seeker]

Paul takes the news in relative stride, only allowing a second of shock to cross his face. But after what he's seen he's at least willing to consider the possibility. "Really? Could you describe where you were when you saw it?

[zingbobco000]

Jefferson at this point is paying minimal attention to Paul, instead, focusing entirely on his story (probably due to the liquor). Tongue loosened, he continues. "Eeire thing it was, dark, spooky, late at night, standin' smack here too, when I saw it right at ol' Douglas' spot (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=24284492&postcount=47)."
He shudders, presumably the sheer thought of the memory brings fright. "I haven't been near the place since, feel a cold comin' on every time I go towards it. Definitely don't work nights either..." He stares at you with a gaze of cold iron. "Such things are best left alone, son."

[Dark Seeker]

Knew I missed something. Well done though, that's what I call foreshadowing.:smallbiggrin:

"And where is Douglas' spot?" Paul asks, ignoring Jefferson's warning and poorly hiding his own curiosity.

[zingbobco000]

Jefferson points off deeper into the graveyard, clearly quite inebriated by now. “But yoush don’ wanna go there, bud...” You see that his gesture highlights a somewhat large, but otherwise nondescript gravestone. You can picture someone leaning up against it and reading, as Jefferson mentioned.
Speaking of which, at this point, Jefferson has taken out his own flask and adds some of it to the bottle. “Douglas’s dead fer shhore...” You’re beginning you realize why Douglas always gets brought in. The man loves to drink but can barely handle said vice.
——

I try... :smallwink:

[Dark Seeker]

"Thank you Mr. Jefferson. Please enjoy the wine."

Paul considers his next move. Part of him wants to go back to the house and talk to Thomas, maybe tell him what he's about to do and call the police if he's not back in a few hours. After all, there was no telling what he was about to get himself into. But Douglas-- or whomever the robber was-- had an opportunity to murder or harm Thomas and May and had not taken it, solely focused on the books. That made Paul believe that whatever the man was up to, he wasn't dangerous. perhaps he had become a modern Walden figure, trading the woods for the tunnels under this graveyard, so he could read in peace.

He heads towards the spot, intent on investigating it further.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 4:19 PM, Sunday, October 2nd, 1921

You delve deeper into the back-end of the cemetery, the old tombstone in question has been worn away by age and weather, which, coincidentally, makes it the perfect spot to perch and read a book. You first look over the tombstone, perhaps there's a hint there? However, it's not really possible to discern anything, reiterating just how old this graveyard actually is. You take a glance back at Jefferson who's currently slumped over the bottle, he'll probably wake up soon. Thus, with no nosy gardener, you investigate the tombstone area further (as you mentioned).

You find something... strange as you're walking around the area: a set of tracks that seem to travel all around this area. The tracks themselves are incredibly strange though, with a lesser eye you might've thought them animal tracks. They appear to have been made by man-sized bare feet that end in cloven hooves rather than toes. They lead mostly from this single tombstone towards a sunken mausoleum and back again.

Both sets of hoof-prints appear to have been made within the last month.

Actually it's more recent. You realize that these tracks were made in the last week. Not only that, but the tracks are... bipedal? You can't think of any bipedal cloven-hooved animals though... strange...
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I'm on the fence about whether or not this would be a Sanity roll, but because this is an introductory scenario, I think I'm going to err on the side of no for now. You realize that the sunken mausoleum is literally falling into the earth. It'd take some strength or leverage to even open the door to the place.

The ground in this area is not particularly swampy, and while it is a bit soft... none of the other mausoleums are like this. You realize that the only way this would make sense is if somehow the foundations for the building were ruined, but... why would that be?
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Huh... nothing, some deer tracks around the area (you're close to a forest), and all of the mausoleums are quite old and sunken. This graveyard really is ancient. Mr. Jefferson seems to be perking up at this point, and despite (or perhaps due to) his insobriety, appears to be giving you a bit of a weird glare.
----

You may, of course, Push if you're feeling Lucky.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul kneels down, giving a thorough look over the area. At least, he hopes he does.



[roll0]

Edit: With a jolt of adrenaline he spots the tracks, and they are indeed strange... Humanoid, but yet possessing some animal features. He's not familiar with any animal that makes tracks like these, though of course he's hardly an expert. His mind goes back to Douglas and his own mention of a strange creature unlike any animal he had seen.

He looks towards the mausoleum and approaches it, entering it cautiously if it's open.

[zingbobco000]

The mausoleum itself appears to be sunken into the earth, you'd need to apply some sort of force in order to open it.
----

Please give me a Strength roll.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul is under no illusions as to his strength, but he gives it a try anyway.



[roll0]

Assuming it fails, he'll go back to the house and try to find some sort of tool to assist him.

[zingbobco000]

Arnoldsberg, 4:37 PM, Sunday, October 2nd, 1921

As you enter, both Mary and Thomas are preparing for dinner: a nice meal of mutton, potatoes, beets, and a roll. Mary looks over and sees your face, "Is everything ok? Were you able to find anything about the break-in?" Thomas also looks on in... interest? Fear? Either way, he's looking on.

[Dark Seeker]

"I've found a link, yes. It turns out that one of the mausoleum's out back has tracks leading to it." He decided to omit the mention of these tracks being at least somewhat inhuman. "I suspect that our thief has either stayed there or used it as an easy escape. For the safety of both of you I want to examine it and see what I can find, and make sure no one's been using it for any nefarious purposes. Unfortunately I'm a bit too weak to force open the doors myself. I'm wondering if either of you have a tool I could use?"

[zingbobco000]

Mary and Thomas look shocked by this information (Thomas drops the knife he was holding). "Y-you think there's some sort of criminal h-hiding out in the gr-gr-graveyard?"
Mary, takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, "Why not... I don't know, contact the police if there's something going on there?" She asks. "Isn't that idea... dangerous?"
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For the record, I'm not saying you're wrong in any way, but this would probably be the reaction from any rational individual.
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Thomas meanwhile begins shaking and rushes upstairs. "We're... w-we're in danger, Mary!"
Mary looks from you to her fleeing husband and lets out an exasperated sigh. "Well... that's just dandy." She then looks back at you. "I don't know if you can see reason, but if you're set on going about this... There should be a crowbar in the pantry." She then heads off after her husband... leaving you in the kitchen still set up for dinner preparation.

[Dark Seeker]

"I think someone was hiding out there," Paul says, trying to calm Mary down (Thomas was frankly probably a lost cause) "But he'd almost certainly have left after robbing your house. Criminals would not stick around near the scene of the crime, surely. And I'd hate to waste the police's time, which is why I want to inspect the mausoleum first for any signs of people living in it before I call them."

Having said his piece, he goes to retrieve the crowbar.

[zingbobco000]

Mary just sighs and continues upstairs. "Well... ok... I just don't want another person disappearing in Thomas' life. I can't imagine what that'd put him through." She shakes her head while you retrieve the crowbar and return to the graveyard.

Arnoldsberg, 4:51 PM, Sunday, October 2nd, 1921

You pass through the cemetery gates, returning, with crowbar in hand, to the mausoleum. From there it's a short walk to the mausoleum in question as you step over the greenery you catch a glance of the sun making its descent upon the treeline of New Hampshire. Jefferson is still out from his bender, but as you pass you happen to catch some random mutterings of his. Nevertheless, you turn your focus towards unearthing the mausoleum. It's going to be quite an arduous attempt, but it's what you have to do.
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Because you have the crowbar, I'll allow for you to make me a Pushed roll (recall that generally Pushing the roll is not just "trying the thing again" it's more that you go an extra step beyond [like using a crowbar]).

[Dark Seeker]

Paul has come so far, and feels he is so close to actual answers; he's not about to let some stone door thwart him. He tenses up and attempts to pry the entrance open.



[roll0] Sigh. I'm guessing he throws his back out. Unless you feel like being super nice and giving me a bonus die lol.:smalltongue:

[zingbobco000]

I'm afraid that I tend not to give Bonus Dice after the fact... my apologies.
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Paul does his best to get the most optimal positioning possible as he struggles with the crowbar. He struggles, and struggles, as right when it seems that all hope is lost the door creaks open. It is at this moment when Paul, heaving with ragged breaths, taking in as much air as he can to recover from his strenuous exercise, realizes what has just happened... as a horrid stench of miasma and rot suddenly slams into him like a truck as he takes it all in, and exhausted as he already was, it is not truly a challenge for the smell of decay and death to overwhelm him and send him slipping into darkness.

Arnoldsberg?, Nighttime, Probably Sunday, October 2nd? Hopefully 1921?

Paul awakens to find himself propped up against a tombstone, as a man flips through pages of a book at an alarming speed. Noticing your escape from the veil of slumber, the man slams the book closed, placing it on a stack of books to his right. As your vision fully aligns itself under the light of the moon in the dark the man comes into focus, and Paul realizes that it's not truly a man, no. At least, unless his vision is mistaken in the dark of night, but no man has cloven hooves, pointed ears, razor-sharp claws and teeth, and... glasses? It is at this moment that you realize exactly what this is... this... creature is, without a doubt... Douglas Kimball.

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Give me a Sanity roll.
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"Let us speak."

[Dark Seeker]

No worries, figured it was a long shot anyway. And it worked out! In a fashion...

Paul's eyes widen as he takes in the sight in front of him.



[roll0]

But he keeps his composure--mostly-- and nods. "Douglas Kimball, I presume? It's good to finally meet you." His heart is pounding inside his chest, but he decides the only thing he can do is meet this thing head on and show no signs of it terrifying him.

[zingbobco000]

So, you Succeeded. Luckily for you this means no Sanity loss which may be due to a disbelief, the fact you're not able to see it too clearly, or just the compartmentalization of this sight (which is definitely healthy, I assure you). In addition, it also means you're in control of your action.

[Dark Seeker]

I think from Paul's perspective he's too excited and fascinated by this alien being that's right in front of him to suffer a huge blow to his psyche at the moment.


Paul reluctantly represses his first thought of asking the creature to let him sketch him. Instead he continues. "I found your journal, you know. The stifling pressure of society, the desire for creative isolation... I understand that well. I'm an artist, myself. But I'm guessing those friends you described in there... they made you one of them, somehow?

"Have you finished Dracula, yet?"

[zingbobco000]

The thing that once was, or is Douglas Kimball, smiles a toothy smile, inside you see a row of horribly sharp teeth, and you cannot help but think of if a wolf's mouth was somehow transfused into a human's. The thought makes you nauseous. "Indeed, although... I must ask, as it appears I am at a disadvantage in this scenario: who are you?"

[zingbobco000]

The creature nods, placing a claw upon the closed book. Each looks like a knife with the sharpness of a sewing needle. "That is the case, my good sir. I am quite glad to find someone else who understands how such monotony can exhaust one's existence, even if it only comes over half a century since my birth. As for Dracula... yes. I believe the last time was the seventy-fifth. Hence why I was in need of some... new material." It gives a glance towards the stack of books it evidently "stole" from itself while you were unconscious.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul's excitement fades slightly as he sees all of the sharp teeth. If this creature intended him harm, he'd have no recourse. Hopefully he could stay in its good graces.

"Paul Turner. I'm an artist from Arkham. Miskatonic University. I came here as a favor for a friend of your nephew Thomas. He's still looking for you, and was shaken up by the recent break in."

"Why did you only take six books, if I may ask? Did time constrain you, or were they really all you wanted. Because if you wanted more, I would be happy to go and bring them to you. Of course I'd have to tell Thomas something. As I'm sure you know, he has a delicate constitution. Or I could go to the town's library, or even Arkham's, if you've exhausted your own.."

[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 extends a rubbery claw. "But it is splendid to make your acquaintance Professor Turner." It then pauses, thinking for a moment. "You know, I've read several books on the study of art and painting. I especially enjoy the works of Van Gogh, Matisse, and, of course, Da Vinci."

It then pauses and looks at you strangely... "Six? I thought I took... Ah... yes." It notes. "In my most recent venture I had taken six from the shelves, but a variety of others from about the room. If you uncovered my journal, Professor Turner, I'm sure you saw how easy it would be to leave the disappearance of such things unnoticed. However, I'm afraid I was somewhat greedy in my 'theft,' and in taking one book too many, I toppled over a pile of them. Oh how I hated that act, what harm I caused to them." It looks towards the study with a twinge of sadness in its otherwise blank and piercing gaze.

As you mention talking to Thomas it looks at you inquisitively, its ears seeming to twitch and move of their own accord. "And what exactly are you planning on telling that nephew-of-mine?"

[Dark Seeker]

Paul takes his hand and shakes it eagerly, ignoring the feel of it as best he can.

"And I yours, Mr. Kimball. All excellent choices. I've always been partial to Rembrandt myself, though resent events have encouraged me to consider a more naturalistic style."

He listens intently as at least one mystery solves itself. "I see. The books are unharmed, I'm happy to say. You've quite eclectic tastes."

"As for what I'd tell Thomas, whatever you like me to. Though I think we can agree he'd not be able to handle seeing you in your current state. I could tell him you truly were dead, but I honestly think he still worries over what happened to you,and blames himself. Perhaps you could write him a farewell note I 'happened' to find over the course of my investigation? Tell him you went on a journey somewhere and wish him farewell. Provide him with some closure and ensure no one else comes looking for you. I doubt most would handle it as well as I am, and it seems a terrible disturbance for a being that seems to value his solitude."

[zingbobco000]

The creature turns its head and stares at you. "That is a possible idea, and yet, it could result in him contacting others, awaiting a return that shall never come, or, worse yet, using the Kimball reach to contact officials in that country..."

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

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 deeper into the cemetary, towards the tomb you eventually opened. "All I wish is to be left to my lonesome. To be able to read whenever I like. All of the demands made upon me constrain me no longer." As it is talking about this subject you begin to notice that it's becoming... happier? "I need not care for money, wearing the proper suits is not required for supper, not only that, but I do not have to deal with insolence. And most importantly..." It adds, "I may read whenever I wish."

It then stares at you deeply. "You mentioned creative isolation, but have you not ever felt a desire to be truly free, Professor? A desire to stop being asked so many foolish questions by those who do not make an effort to understand? I have acted upon such things, and now nothing compares to how it was before."
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Also, for the record: you mentioned Miskatonic University, so it assumed you were a professor of fine arts or something along those lines.

[Dark Seeker]

"You could make it clear you've found peace... of a sort, and that you have no desire to contact him again. Wish him well and bid him adieu.From what I've seen, I do believe Thomas would honor your wishes. He just seems to feel guilt over neglecting you and being unable to prevent you from wandering off and dying, as he presumed you did. Still, you know him better than myself, and if you'd rather I not mention you, I of course won't. But we will need to find someway to calm him about the break-in. It did shake him up." Paul tries to think of a solution, waiting to hear Douglas' own ideas.

He listens to the creature's confession, and identifies with much of it. Perhaps that should disturb him, but it does not. "Well I have a gallery at Miskatonic, I'm afraid I've no fancy title. But that suits me just fine; I don't imagine I'd be a great teacher. But to answer your question, I don't deny it's a tempting vision. The ability to spend the rest of my days creating rather than having to waste time on more mundane concerns..." His eyes grow distance for a moment.

"But I'm not sure I would be interested. At least, not now. I think without new experiences that creative well of mine would quickly run dry. And the rest of my days would be an agonizing drudgery. In this perhaps our creativity differs. You love nothing more than reading about experiences. I have been cursed with needing to experience them." He smiles, somewhat bitter, because at that moment it does feel a little like a curse.

"You may be wondering why I'm so nonchalant about our meeting, Mr. Kimball. I'm not; honestly I have some fear, as I imagine anyone would, no offense. But it is pale in comparison to my fascination with the privilege of getting to talk to someone like you. A month ago perhaps my reaction would be different. But you've see, I've a story to tell you. I hope it compares to some of your books." He begins to tell the creature of Emberhead and his experiences there, up to the climax when he realized that there were more powers in the world than he had previously imagined.

... And so you see, ever since that day I've had more questions than answers. Reality is nothing like I imagined. I need to learn more, to seek out the hidden secrets that lurk in our mundane reality and understand them, if I can. And experience them, if I cannot."

I'll stop here because I know I've given you a ton to respond to. Paul got a bit carried away here, but once I started writing him he would not shut up.:smallbiggrin:

[zingbobco000]

Indeed you have, although I myself have been giving you quite large statements as well. So don't worry, you're all good.
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You see its head sink as its curiosity turns to sadness. "Truly, you are clearly an intellectual Paul, even if you have, as you stated, no official title, and this gives me hope that your race is not as doomed as I had initially believed..." You recall his/its writings within his/its journal. "However, I am afraid that such a plan is doomed to failure. There are those within my family who would not waste any time infringing on my privacy despite any statements made to the contrary, as I'm sure you've already discovered."

(Insert story here)

Douglas nods along, but makes virtually no sound while you speak. It/he appears to be a very patient and cautious listener. Once you are complete, though, it/he looks towards the tomb again, "That... was quite interesting Paul. I shall be sure to write that one down for later... one man, Alone Against the Flames... I'd hope that thus you can understand my desires then as well, albeit, I am afraid I cannot visit this place anymore. This..." it/he holds up the books that it/he... "stole" from them/himself. "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." It/he then turns 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/he chuckles as it/he begins to stand up and collect its/his books. "I believe that I shall author a novel; finally I feel that I have done something in this life worth writing about."

It/he then gets to its/his hooves "It was a pleasure speaking with you Paul Turner, and although your devotion to humans, including my nephew is admirable. I'm afraid it is something that I was never able to muster." It/he slowly begins to walk off, before noting: "I think it shall be better if Thomas thinks me dead and gone. However, concerning the burglar: You may wish to fabricate a story, perhaps you scared off the thief and prevented them from ever returning, which, of course, they never will. I doubt he'd notice the absence of these additional tomes." It/he shakes the books as evidence. "It is for the best, I assure you."

He then begins clopping off towards the tomb.

[Dark Seeker]

Paul nods. It was Douglas' choice, and he would respect it. Thomas already thought him dead anyway, perhaps it was best not to reopen that wound.

He looks reluctant as the thing departs. "Is there no way I can contact you again? I have so many questions,and greatly enjoyed our talk. And I could bring you whatever books you asked for, rather than you having to risk exposure again." But if Douglas seems resolute, he sadly nods.

"I understand. I hope the rest of your existence is filled with imaginative tales and adventures. Best of luck with your novel. I know it shall be a good one."

[zingbobco000]

Douglas chuckles, "Not unless you intrinsically know how to navigate the discover tunnels to the land below, I'm afraid. And as much as I enjoyed our talk, Mister Turner the artist, I am afraid that, as the others mandated, I must indeed depart this place forever. I've been gone too long, and the others are not a patient bunch."
He then nods in your direction and clops off towards the mausoleum.

As you begin to head back you take one last glance towards Douglas, or at least, what was Douglas, if it is not him anymore. 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 sanity points. 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, Monday, October 3rd, 1921

You've awoken from your deep slumber, the words of Douglas, or whatever it 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?"

[Dark Seeker]

Paul leaves the graveyard utterly shaken, in some ways more than he was even after Emberhead. He had spoken to an alien being, and while it was a rather enjoyable conversation, the very knowledge that this sort of creature exists badly damages his view of reality. He had always considered himself an educated man. But now he realizes just how much he truly knows. He's also sad he could not either provide closure for Thomas or offer him the truth of what happened, but knows it is for the best he keeps it a secret. On the whole he's grateful for the experience, even if if leads to more questions than answers.

"It was a rough night," he answers Mary. "It took quite a bit of effort to get the mausoleum open, and I confess it left me drained."

To Thomas he does not even hesitate, nodding as he speaks. "No one was in there, though there were some signs of recent habitation. I believe your thief likely stayed there. But the good news is I saw some signs that seemed to indicate they left in a hurry. I don't believe they'll try to break in again; whatever they were looking for they either found or it wasn't here to begin with. You may wish to call an officer out to inspect the scene to give you some peace of mind, but nothing I found indicated they're still in the area. And now that we've found their hiding place I strongly suspect they would find it too risky to come back."

[zingbobco000]

Thomas breathes a sigh of relief, albeit, it seems to be full of grief as well. However, clearly a lot of the stress and tension from his fear of the home intrusion has also departed. "Ah, so this has nothing to do with my uncle then... 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. 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.

[Dark Seeker]

"I'm sorry I could not give you answers on your uncle's disappearance, Thomas," Paul says, genuinely remorseful. "But I am sure he cared for you, in his own fashion. As for the break-in, perhaps the hooligan heard tales of your uncle's library and decided to rob it? I know several folks in the city who would pay a lucrative sum for the right book. Regardless, they apparently only found a few that they considered valuable, and as you say they could have taken far more had they the inclination." He hopes his reasoning gives the lad some peace.

He takes the money and offers his thanks, and says goodbye to both of the Kimball's. If either are receptive he offers to send them one of his paintings sometime(though he makes a note to make it a lighter work, if only so Thomas could enjoy it.)

[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 someone one, 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 Charm, Language [English], Library Use, and Spot Hidden rolls).
The End.