XVI - Gods.   Posted by The Keeper.Group: 0
Laura Tripp
 NPC, 65 posts
Tue 31 Jan 2017
at 20:58
XVI - Gods
"No offense, Your Honor," Tripp says, "but in case you get any cute ideas, Colton and I have separate copies of this information, as well as a third person of our acquaintance. Anything happens to any of us, there are instructions in place to make sure it's distributed."
Roland Tyler
 NPC, 14 posts
Tue 31 Jan 2017
at 21:05
XVI - Gods
Tyler regards Greer and Tripp, his expression a mixture of shame and impotent hatred. "Right," he says softly, "I hope that you understand that all you've accomplished..."

Agony abruptly registers on his face, his arms wrapping around his abdomen, a choked cry rising thinly from his throat. He sways to the left, then pitches forward, dropping to the floor in the fetal position. As he lets out a moan that is saturated with pain, Greer rushes forward, crouching down beside him.

What occurs next happens almost too quickly for Adler to process. There is a sound, like water splashing against a shore, accompanied by the heavy scent of decaying vegetation, the smell filling the room within the blink of an eye.

And then Tyler is standing, his hand wrapped around Colton Greer's throat, holding the detective in the air, perhaps a foot below the ceiling, seemingly without effort.

13:07, Today: The Keeper rolled 1,4 using 1d6,1d4. Damage - Choking/Asphyxiation

13:09, Today: Colton Greer rolled 10 using 1d100. CON.


As Greer struggles to take in breath, Adler recognizes that Tyler's appearance has fundamentally changed. He is taller, perhaps seven feet in height. His skin has taken on a sickly, greenish cast and his limbs and torso have become bloated, as though swollen with fluid. Unconcerned with Greer's thrashing, Tyler turns, his attention focusing on Adler. As the private detective takes in his face, she sees that his visage has become vaguely insectoid in appearance, or possibly like some rarely glimpsed creature from the depths of the sea. Dark fluid escapes from one corner of his mouth and his teeth have become filthy and jagged, almost shark like. His eyes are pools of black, lacking an iris or any hint of white. As he gazes at her, Adler is certain that whatever intelligence is controlling him insentirely alien and that somehow, it recognizes her.

He speaks, his voice like churning water. Several phrases escape his throat, some in guttural tongues that are unfamiliar to Adler, a few she can vaguely recognize, such as Latin and a Germanic language. It is as though Tyler, or what grips him, is searching for the means to communicate.

Finally, it finds the tongue that is familiar to all that are present. "I grow weary of this," it says.

OOC: Please give me a Sanity roll. The loss is 1 for a success, 1d6 for a failure.
Jane Adler
 player, 766 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 03:00
XVI - Gods
Pouting, Jane took a seat on the floor and pulled on her shirt, quietly watching the detectives take down the judge.  She winced as Greer pulled out the video, knowing what his reaction must have been.  Still, it was necessary, and she found it hard not to smile as the judge fell for it hook, line, and sinker.  He was playing right into their hands.

Then everything changed.  Jane gasped as Colton was lifted off of his feet and she jumped to hers, eyes wide.  The world shifted and she found herself taking an involuntary step backward as the creature turned his full regard upon her.  And as it looked at her, staring across the room, she knew... she'd seen the beast before.

"Glaaki," she breathed.

Her eyes flitted to Colton, who looked to be slowly choking to death and her stomach churned.  As the creature seemed to be addressing her, she swallowed and surged forward.

"If you grow weary of it, then leave.  Free our city.  Go elsewhere.  Leave him be.  You have wreaked enough havoc and gained enough followers here.  Go recruit elsewhere.  You've ruled here for decades.  It is time for you to go."  She needed a weapon, but she didn't have one with her - just her purse with her hooker things.  Why hadn't she thought to plant on in the room!?

Her eyes flitted briefly to Laura, then back to the monster.  She took another step forward.



19:47, Today: Jane Adler rolled 4 using 1d6.  Sanity Loss.
19:47, Today: Jane Adler rolled 62 using 1d100.  Sanity (59).

Laura Tripp
 NPC, 66 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 04:46
XVI - Gods
Merricks stands to her feet behind Adler. If the vice detective is fearful, she gives no sign.

Tripp is transfixed by Tyler's transformation momentarily, then her instincts and training take hold and she draws her handgun, leveling it at the possessed judge.

"Put him the fuck down you bastard! NOW!" she orders.

21:24, Today: Laura Tripp rolled 18 using 1d100.  Sanity.

21:25, Today: Harper Merricks rolled 14 using 1d100.  Sanity.

The Keeper
 GM, 326 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 04:46
XVI - Gods
Greer grips the creature's arm and pulls himself upward, fighting for any thin draw of air his lungs can find, struggling to remain conscious and alive.

21:44, Today: Colton Greer rolled 16 using 1d100.  CON.

If the monster has any emotional response to her words, Adler cannot discern it. It continues to regard her impassively with its black, unblinking eyes. Likewise, Tripp's shouted command draws no reaction. The creature does not acknowledge the policewoman's presence at all.

"I did not come to listen to mewling cries for mercy. Your city is of no consequence to me. I was before your species came to be. I will be when you are long forgotten. I am here only to impart truth."

Somehow, its inhuman gaze becomes more penetrating. "You have seen your end. You know that it is your place to be consumed. It is the same for each of you. The only choice at hand is what you wish to do with the time that remains. You may struggle uselessly or you may yield and know peace in your last hours."

"Nothing you elect will change the outcome."


With a sharp movement of its wrist, it hurls Greer at Tripp, the force of the impact sending both crashing to the floor.

22:39, Today: The Keeper rolled 2 using 1d100.  Throwing.

22:39, Today: The Keeper rolled 1 using 1d4. Damage - Greer

22:40, Today: The Keeper rolled 4 using 1d4.  Damage - Tripp.

Jane Adler
 player, 767 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 05:12
XVI - Gods
"Then why are you even bothering with us.  Crawl back into the cave where you came from!" Jane growled at the monster.  Snatching up her purse, she pulled out her lipstick.  Quickly drawing Scott's symbol on her arm, she approached the possessed Tyler, brandishing the symbol like a weapon, moving to put herself between the monster and the detectives.  "GO!  GET OUT!"
The Keeper
 GM, 327 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 13:15
XVI - Gods
The creature takes two steps toward Adler, closing the distance between them. "I am not my servants," it says, near enough so that the private detective can smell the putrefaction that weighs on its breath, "Continue your petty defiance. In the end, you will all be claimed." Its gaze bores into Adler. "I will find you again. One last time. In the deep."

And suddenly, Tyler is the aging man that has become familiar in recent hours. The judge's eyes roll back in his head and he crumples to the floor.
Laura Tripp
 NPC, 67 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 13:15
XVI - Gods
Tripp pulls herself up to a sitting position. "Damn," she mutters. "You okay Colton?"
Colton Greer
 NPC, 303 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 13:15
XVI - Gods
It takes a moment for the narcotics detective to find his voice. When he does, it is a hoarse shadow of his normal tone. "I'll be fine. Nothing some Jack Daniels and a few Tylenol can't cure. You?"

He tries to stand, but wobbles, his balance momentarily abandoning him. Letting out a frustrated wheeze, he leans against the wall in a sitting position.

This message was last edited by the player at 13:17, Wed 01 Feb 2017.

Laura Tripp
 NPC, 68 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 13:17
XVI - Gods
"Don't worry about me," Tripp assures him. "I've been body slammed by a three hundred pound bruiser in a chop shop, remember?"
Harper Merricks
 NPC, 16 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 13:17
XVI - Gods
From the corner, Merricks speaks up. "Would someone mind filling me in on what the fuck just happened?" she asks.
Jane Adler
 player, 768 posts
Wed 1 Feb 2017
at 16:48
XVI - Gods
"Fuck," Jane breathed.

She checked the judge for a pulse, then moved to Colton, crouching down beside him.  "You sure you're okay?  That was... close." She touched his face briefly and then tilted his chin up a fraction to look at his neck.  "You're going to have one hell of a bruise.  Maybe wear turtlenecks for a few days."  Reaching for her purse, she pulled out a bottle of pain killers and shook a few into his hand, holding on for a moment before finally letting go.

On her way to the mini-fridge, she stopped to check Laura.  "No broken bones, looks like.  Thanks for breaking Colton's fall with your body."  She said, smirking.  "If you can handle being body slammed, you'll be fine."

The fridge was stocked full of tiny bottles of booze and she grabbed two handfuls.  At Harper's question, she threw the detective a glance.  "Shit, I forgot you didn't know.  Ah... it's a long story.  We'll tell you on the way out.  Can you start collecting all of my equipment?" 

Returning to the detectives, she tossed Tripp a couple of bottles and crouched down beside Colton again to hand him two mini bottles of Jack Daniels, concern touching her eyes.  "That was him," she murmured.  "But how?  Black Rain?"  She shook her head, her mind still reeling.  Unscrewing a bottle of vodka, she downed the whole thing and grimaced.  "You're tougher than you look, Greer."




Greer First Aid - 27
Tripp First Aid - 99

09:34, Today: Jane Adler rolled 27 using 1d100.  First Aid (60).
09:34, Today: Jane Adler rolled 99 using 1d100.  First Aid (60).

Laura Tripp
 NPC, 69 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 04:04
XVI - Gods
Tripp grins at Adler's comment as she cracks open one of the liquor bottles and downs it. Pulling herself to her feet she says, "Harper, do me a favor. Check the hall real quick and make sure we haven't attracted any unwanted attention with the noise. I'll help you collect Jane's stuff."
Harper Merricks
 NPC, 17 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 04:04
XVI - Gods
Merricks nods and disappears into the adjoining room. She reappears a moment later, shaking her head. "All clear. Guess the neighbors just figured the judge was getting...excited."

Crouching down, Merricks picks up Tyler by the shoulders. Tripp grabs his ankles and the two officers deposit the judge on the bed. They then begin collecting Adler's cameras and listening devices.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 304 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 04:05
XVI - Gods
Greer opens one of the bottles of whiskey, using it to swallow the pain pills Adler provided.

Greer regains 1 Hit Point

"The thing in the water. The monster these crazies all worship," he says, his voice still weak. Shaking his head, he says, "I don't know how it got here. I doubt Tyler used Rain but...maybe he'd opened himself up to its influence somehow."

He looks over at Tripp. "As long as the judge seems okay, we need to make ourselves scarce. We can regroup tomorrow morning. Debrief Harper. Figure out our next step."
Laura Tripp
 NPC, 70 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 04:05
XVI - Gods
Tripp nods in agreement. "Tyler's fine. Just dead asleep. I'm sure he'll get a solid eight hours and wake up pissed as hell."

She sets the folder full of incriminating documents on the nightstand.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 305 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 04:06
XVI - Gods
Greer reaches out and takes Adler's hand. "Are you okay?" he asks, "That thing...it didn't hurt you in any way, did it?"
Jane Adler
 player, 769 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 04:28
XVI - Gods
"No, it didn't even touch me -- just threatened me with promises that we'll all fall in the end."  She gave his hand a squeeze.  "I'm wondering if they made him use Rain just as further incentive to keep him in the business.  Whatever the case, he was tied in hard.  You see how fast that thing appeared.  Like a torrent of water rushing into his body.  Did you smell it?"  Her nose wrinkled.

"Come on, let's get you up.  You can lean on me."
  She grasped her hand with his, holding onto his thumb, and braced her other hand beneath his bicep.  Her eyes danced to his face and she smirked.  "Jumped the gun there a little, didn't you?  I was wondering how long you were going to last watching me sex up the judge.  You didn't even wait for me and Harper to start making out over his erection.  Getting jealous?"

She threw a glance at the girls to make sure they were collecting everything.  "Don't forget the smoke detector."  She pointed to the fake one she'd planted high up on the wall.  "I had to balance on the back of a chair for that one."
Harper Merricks
 NPC, 18 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 05:56
XVI - Gods
Merricks looks up. "Wow. I would've missed that one." Shifting a nearby chair beneath it, she glances over at Greer with a smirk. "She's right, Colton. You would've gotten quite the show if you hadn't kicked in the door so fast."
Laura Tripp
 NPC, 71 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 05:57
XVI - Gods
Tripp snorts and shakes her head as the false smoke detector is passed down to her. She puts the equipment in Adler's satchel, then takes it to the private detective. "We can close up here," she says. "You two go on. I'll give you a ring in the morning. We'll meet up for breakfast or something."
Colton Greer
 NPC, 306 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 05:58
XVI - Gods
As the pair reach the staircase, Greer says, "Are you up to driving? I'm still a little dizzy. That thing had a hell of a grip."

He is quiet for a moment, then glances at Adler. "I was jealous. I...I mean, I know it was just an act. Bait for the trap we sprung. But...I was. I can't lie. That probably sounds a little stupid, it getting under my skin that way, but it did. I honestly came in there wanting to knock Tyler's teeth out of his head."
Jane Adler
 player, 770 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 06:08
XVI - Gods
"Thanks, Laura.  Don't stay too late."  She shouldered her satchel and headed out.

She snickered and slid her arm under his, supporting him as they walked down the stairs, headed for the back.  "I don't blame you, really.  I half expected it.  One reason why I argued with Laura that I didn't want a live video feed going, but we both decided that you'd go crazier if you couldn't see what was going on and just had to imagine it.  It was hard not to laugh.  He'd definitely have to pay a girl well to get that sort of action."

"Come on, let's get you home.  You need a good night's rest in a comfortable bed and a little TLC.  I insist on driving, anyhow.  You're in no shape for it."  She held him tightly as they descended the three flights and headed out to the alley.   "In the morning, if you feel up to it, you might just get to see what the judge never will."  She grinned.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 307 posts
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 16:27
XVI - Gods
Greer smiles, his first in several hours. "I'll feel better in the morning. For certain."
Broden MacGregor
 NPC, 1 post
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 16:28
XVI - Gods
He stood at the window, surveying the long stretch of decay that filled the street outside. The abandoned homes, the neglected trees, the once trimmed yards now overrun with tall grass and endless weeds. For the last decade, this had been his home. His prison, as he preferred to regard it. Once, his view included buildings that were a careful combination of art and function, each one designed and executed to fulfill a unique purpose. Each one his own, his mark on the city.

Now, the company that he founded had forgotten him, leaving his legacy to a tiny room with yellowing photographs and crumbling plans. He sighed and drained his cup. How was one who was ageless able to feel so very old? Staring at the cracked asphalt of the street below, he felt a dull anger fill his stomach. Once, he had been regarded with the deepest respect. Virtually one of Cincinnati's founders. Now he was a hermit, relegated to a forgotten neighborhood, nothing more than a glorified record keeper, doubtlessly viewed as an eccentric street dweller by the few that even acknowledged his presence. All of Abbott's grandiose promises had led here.

He scowled, setting his cup down on the nearby desk and fishing a cigar from the humidor. Clipping the end, he lit it, taking one last look at the dark street before returning downstairs, passing through his living room, filled with all manner of mementos, on his way to the rarely used dining area. The young man remained in his seat, still motionless, his ability to direct his own movements stripped from him shortly after MacGregor had detected his presence.

The builder sat down in a chair opposite of his uninvited guest. He exhaled smoke as light danced about the fingers of his left hand. "Let's start with your name, lad," he said.

"Davin Lynch, the captive replied mechanically.

MacGregor smiled humorlessly. "Excellent. So tell me, Mr. Lynch, why are you so interested in the comings and goings of a tired old man?"
Broden MacGregor
 NPC, 1 post
Thu 2 Feb 2017
at 16:28
XVI - Gods
He stood at the window, surveying the long stretch of decay that filled the street outside. The abandoned homes, the neglected trees, the once trimmed yards now overrun with tall grass and endless weeds. For the last decade, this had been his home. His prison, as he preferred to regard it. Once, his view included buildings that were a careful combination of art and function, each one designed and executed to fulfill a unique purpose. Each one his own, his mark on the city.

Now, the company that he founded had forgotten him, leaving his legacy to a tiny room with yellowing photographs and crumbling plans. He sighed and drained his cup. How was one who was ageless able to feel so very old? Staring at the cracked asphalt of the street below, he felt a dull anger fill his stomach. Once, he had been regarded with the deepest respect. Virtually one of Cincinnati's founders. Now he was a hermit, relegated to a forgotten neighborhood, nothing more than a glorified record keeper, doubtlessly viewed as an eccentric street dweller by the few that even acknowledged his presence. All of Abbott's grandiose promises had led here.

He scowled, setting his cup down on the nearby desk and fishing a cigar from the humidor. Clipping the end, he lit it, taking one last look at the dark street before returning downstairs, passing through his living room, filled with all manner of mementos, on his way to the rarely used dining area. The young man remained in his seat, still motionless, his ability to direct his own movements stripped from him shortly after MacGregor had detected his presence.

The builder sat down in a chair opposite of his uninvited guest. He exhaled smoke as light danced about the fingers of his left hand. "Let's start with your name, lad," he said.

"Davin Lynch, the captive replied mechanically.

MacGregor smiled humorlessly. "Excellent. So tell me, Mr. Lynch, why are you so interested in the comings and goings of a tired old man?"