The night was relatively quiet as Stanley made his way through the docks, keeping up with his act of looking for work for a while, until he was certain that between the darkness and the fog, his movements would no longer be visible from those near the warehouse where he had parted ways with Walter.

Bishop steps into a doorway to make certain he has not been followed. The shifty foreigners at the warehouse were clearly up to something. Filling his hand with his pistol, Bishop started the slow trip back the way he had come doing his best to remain unseen.

OOC:

Is Bishop retracing his steps, or is he going to try and come around from the other side?

Coming from the other direction makes better sense.

Bishop works his way back over to the street and begins to walk around the block, eventually coming back around on the other side of the warehouse. In the gloom and the darkness, he doesn't catch sight of Walter, or any of the other people who were there before. The Ivory Wind still floats in the darkness, but as he comes around from the other side, he's lost sight of that vessel as well.

OOC:

Stealth with Advantage, and Spot Hidden please.

21:59, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 15 using 1d100 with rolls of 15.  stealth roll for advantage 80.
21:59, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 57 using 1d100 with rolls of 57.  Spot hidden 80.

Bishop moved along the street doing his best to avoid being spotted. He wanted to get back to the warehouse in case these guys tumbled to Bo's presence. He would have preferred if his old friend had gone heeled.

Bishop found a quiet stride again after the jitters were out of his system, blending into the night despite his bulk. Looking into the gloom from a distance he couldn't see Walter, but proceeded on his way, making his way towards the warehouse from the opposite side. From this angle, the area of their initial approach and the merchantman vessel they had seen earlier were shielded from view.

Bishop continued to make his way into the warehouse. He hoped for a vantage point from where he could watch the loading or unloading of the vessel.

OOC:

In case you missed this:

The Keeper:

From this angle, the area of their initial approach and the merchantman vessel they had seen earlier were shielded from view.

It's going to be hard to find  a vantage point from where he could watch the loading or unloading of the vessel when he can't see the vessel from the angle of his approach.

He can go around the building from this side, though that's about as close as he can get to watching the boat.

Ok a bit confused. So I can't get back there from here?

OOC:

....I just said you can go around the building...are you reading my posts?

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OOC:


The above image represents a rough map of what is going on in your various scenarios. 

The green square represents where the car was parked, and where Leo and Millicent decided to return. 
The building outlined in red is the warehouse. 
The blue rectangle is the merchantman vessel that you all saw as you approached.
The yellow dot is where Stanley headed presumably in search of more work.
The orange dot is where Walter remained undetected.


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Stanley hears the sound of some commotion from the other side of the warehouse.

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Make a Stealth roll.

00:09, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 98 using 1d100 with rolls of 98.  stealth.

Thank should make things interesting fast

Stanley saw a lithe figure sprinting towards the warren-like streets of Limehouse, though nobody seemed to be chasing him. A couple of minutes later, several figures appeared to wander away from the docks into the town, towards the direction where the taverns were. They walked with the unsteady movements of the inebriated, laughing and joking in foreign accents or perhaps languages, which combined with the distance to make their words unintelligible to him. They look in his direction for just a moment, but pay no attention.

Standing there behind the warehouse cloaked in the darkness and his dark clothing, he can feel the thick fog swirling around him, and he smells a characteristic odor of burning hair.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a tentacle starts to force itself down his mouth, other tentacles grasping for his nostrils.

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OOC:

Stanley loses 1d10 Sanity, and takes 1 point of Damage from choking.

No point having an initiative with just you in the scene, so it will be alternate. You're up next to try and do something about this situation.

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Please forgive my inability to understand. I am dealing with a major back injury and my medications are making life difficult.

As the tentacle rammed down his throat, Bishop was filled with horror. Whatever the thing in the darkness was, it was clearly intent on murder.

At this point remaining unseen was quickly becoming less important. With his pistol already in hand, Bishop dropped the bag and pulled his flashlight from his pocket, switching it on and shining it into the darkness before opening fire on whatever was concealed in the night and mist.

06:00, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 9 using 1d10 with rolls of 9. Sanity.
07:54, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 93 using 1d100 with rolls of 93.  handgun 50  (x2 if point blank).
07:55, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 5 using 1d8 with rolls of 5.  damage 1.
07:55, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 80 using 1d100 with rolls of 80.  second shot.
07:57, Today: Stanley Bishop rolled 4 using 1d8 with rolls of 4.  damage 2.

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Bishop struggled, and his mind reeled at the horror of going from what he was experiencing. Standing alone at the docks in the darkness behind the warehouse, dressed for stealth and clutching only his pistol, he had expected mortal assailants. He had been preparing for evil men, made of flesh and bone and sinew, and thus prepared himself physically and mentally for what might occur that night. 

But as something unseeable and intangible forced its way into his mouth and down his throat, his experience was only one of silent terror, as he had not at all been prepared for such an experience. Perhaps if he had read some of the books that the others had read, opened his mind up to the sorts of forbidden knowledge that they were coping with, he might have stood a better chance, but in that moment, he couldn't even think of such a thing. 

Sheer panic took hold of him, seizing him in that moment. This man who had seen war and the madness of battle, who had hunted down dangerous men in the streets, who had traveled to parts foreign and domestic, who had found himself in dangerous places as often as not during those times…even this man had finally met something that was his match. His mind twisted, and bent under the strain of how this could be happening to him. He could not fathom how something he couldn't even feel could work its way inside of him. He could not understand how a tentacle from the fog, from something he couldn't even see in the darkness could fill his lungs where air would once be, and how he couldn't even bite down upon it. 

If he could have, he would have screamed in terror, but he couldn't get the air into his lungs. Instead, he sank there, quietly, though involuntarily, perhaps some measure of the man he had been in life, a hand of his came to the fore, pointed behind him from where the fog seemed to be tenderly wrapping him up, and fired two shots into the night before collapsing to the ground and suffocating to his death. 

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OOC:

With 9 Sanity loss, and a successful INTx5 (Idea) roll, Bishop suffers short temporary insanity for 1d10+4 Combat Rounds. 

12:05, Today: The Keeper rolled 8 using 1d10 with rolls of 8. 

Regardless of what his temporary insanity is, for 12 rounds he loses all self-control, during which time control is handed from the player to the Keeper. But even if I had rolled a 1 for 5 rounds, the result would be much the same. 

During this time, the thing that is attacking him does a number of damage corresponding to the combat round number. In the first round it did one damage, in the second 2 damage, in the third 3 damage, and so on. In four rounds, the creature would inflict 10 damage to Bishop, which is the number of HP he has currently. Even at full health, in the fifth round the damage total would be 15, greater than his max health. Over the course of 12 rounds it would have been a total of 68 damage.

Even had he succeeded, he would have seen it on his action. His bullets would have inflicted no damage. 

And so this round of Masks of Nyarlathotep sees its first casualty in London, at the Limehouse Docks.

As life fled from his body, the animal instinct of survival finally fading as hopelessness set in, his final thoughts were of Rosalie, wishing he could see her one last time.