Chapter 6- Striations.   Posted by The Keeper of Lore.Group: 0
Phillip Ross
 NPC, 12 posts
Fri 15 Apr 2016
at 06:05
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
"Ah well, then I believe you know much of the story, quite. I'll try filling in what you don't provided you can answer my questions, which I shall ask later.

Firstly, I beg of you all to put that thing down and not toy with it so much. It can do things, many things, that you, or anyone, wouldn't like. And just what it will choose to do is anyone's guess.

As for me, you can see what it has done. It has made me give up humanity altogether and come to this far-flung hell of a hole. Just so that they don't come looking. Ah, my poor dear friend James. They came looking for him, and he's a goner. It was becoming too great a burden for me, and in a way, I'll die easier having you lot shoulder it from now on.

First things first, never hold it with bare hands. You two did, imbeciles as you are. You'll pay for it soon enough, but I think you're not scared, which is good. Second, they will come looking for it, and just who they are, I can only guess. They are the cult, the worshippers of their depraved God of the hills, known by names ineluctable, but on earth called Chaw'nar Fa'gn. Oft confounded with deities in the Hindoo texts, and even perhaps a primal influence on the conception of one of them, but in reality, a daemon that not even our nethermost gleanings can grasp, an ocean of execration that no common mind can plumb.

I have known but some of it, and I do not wish to live anymore. If you lot don't shoot me like a dog before leaving, I'll find a way to get rid of myself.

But oh, they say tales should be told in order. Well, I'm sure you know that Sutton, like any British Indiaman, was a part of long, shady, deal chains, and a manic connoisseur of Oriental artefacts. I don't know fully for sure, but this thing that you foolishly held moments ago traces its origins to Central India, but I do not, indeed cannot suppose that it was sculpted there, or anywhere at all. It just always was, I tend to think, I don't know why, and would die sooner than know anymore. What I know for certain is that Sutton probably flipped about business papers or official criteria and threatened some officer in Central India, because he's learnt of this truly unique piece having cropped up in someone's findings there from excavations or hunts. Thus, through his powerful contacts, he blackmailed the fellow into parting with the idol, and had it brought to his house, where he kept it in a secret compartment of his library.

On that fateful night of his demise, at the hands of one of these cultists, I'm sure, possibly even their leader, he had somehow had a premonition of his impending doom, and even then wanted to secure the idol. He had long been suspecting that his son, Adrian, was up to no bloody good, and constantly strove to know where the idol was. So, James had it secretly sent to me at the Museum, to be stowed away in the vaults until he should reclaim it. But he knew full well, that that day would never, ever come, and my fears for him were realized the very next day.

I heard your name, Lord Fitzwilliam, in connection with the proceedings of the investigation, but I trusted none, as even now I do not trust you, but have no choice, because this might be one of the last conversations I will have with any civilized human being.

I fled with this, my curse, this idol in order not to keep it from the police, but from the deadly cultists. They have their people in the police too, how they manage that being as loathsome as they are is more than I can tell. Heed my words, no social entity or force is any security against this horror that you see before you. Nothing can prevent it's passing into the hands of those who know best about how to use it, the mind-numbingly nefarious Cult of Chawnar Fa'gn, the Cult, the Cult, the Cult!!!!"


It seemed that a fit of frenzied madness was coming upon the Professor once again as he yelled out the last and rose in an abrupt paroxysm of rage mingled with eerie horror, his eyes so wide almost on the brink of leaving their native sockets.
Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam
 player, 527 posts
 I have drunk and seen the
 spider.
Sat 16 Apr 2016
at 02:19
Re: Chapter 6- Striations

Arthur gave him another shake more for his own mind then for any medical reason. "What part does Lord Ruxton play in all this ?"
Brigitte de Rais
 player, 24 posts
 I do not love men:
 I love what devours them.
Mon 18 Apr 2016
at 01:24
Re: Chapter 6- Striations

While the Earl was getting answers to his questions Brigitte checked the outside of the temple from the relative safety of the tunnel they entered by. She was still unsure as to why those men travelled so far and was sure they were not alone.

Brigitte de Rais rolled 56 using 1d100.  Spot Hidden = 65%. First ever successful skill roll.
Phillip Ross
 NPC, 13 posts
Mon 18 Apr 2016
at 12:16
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
In reply to Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam (msg # 565):

"Lord who? Focus now on saving your own souls, you fools!"

He clutched Arthur by the collar in a great burst of raving

"You shall die horribly, horribly if you don't listen to me right now! You will die just as my dear friend James did! Just as I possibly will if I do not kill myself before that.

The Cult is vast, and powerful. They wield arts too antediluvian for civilized man to comprehend, leave alone wield! I have delved, delved into what must be done, and that may now be an impossibility already, because James... they've buried James already. And even then, I'm having to work on a wild guess, after all, and that's not much to go by when you have enemies like the Cult.

Now look again, fool! Look at that thing you held up in the air like a baby lifted from its cradle by an adoring father. That over there, it is not just a still little thing. It is alive! Very, alive! It hears us too, possibly, but mercifully cannot understand us, and neither cares.

That, my friend, is a shadow, a shadow of its true master, true lord- that most truculent of deities, Chawnar Fagh'n! It has its own whims, nevertheless, which are in themselves rather deadly. In this alone is luck on our side, though how long it will be so, I cannot tell. That creature took a great liking to what it considered its spirit-host, James. The only reason the Cult has failed to find it yet is because it wants James more than the Cult. It wants its host, and vice-versa, for there must have been some eldritch pact made betwixt these two. The Cultists, namely an odd, horrible race of excrescence called the Tcho-Tcho, can sense this idol-thing, smell it, as it were, if the thing itself wanted to go to them. The few pulses it has given off while in Calcutta have been enough to draw them on to its trail, and only here, so far from the city, are we at any degree of safety.

So this idol-thing, only part of a greater scheme which even I know not in full, must be destroyed or hidden away forever or, as I've made out at the cost of my very life, neutralized, made content and thus shorn of its wish to find its master at all. The third choice is a dire and extremely uncertain one, Fitzwilliam. Let us ponder the first two.

I do not think it can be destroyed. Do tell me if you know better.

I think it will not be impossible altogether to hide it, the challenge is to prevent its rediscovery. What say you to that?"

The Keeper of Lore
 GM, 1153 posts
 I Am
 Providence
Mon 18 Apr 2016
at 12:18
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
In reply to Brigitte de Rais (msg # 566):

As she strolled outside, Brigitte thought she spied a pair of luridly gleaming yellowish eyes in the dense growth engulfing the temple as the evening came. She blinked again, and they vanished.
Elias Higgins
 player, 42 posts
Mon 18 Apr 2016
at 14:52
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
Elias set the idol down and was paying enough attention to the Proffessor's rambling to know that he didn't understand a word of it. At least if he had been speaking Greek or Latin, Elias could have claimed he knew nothing of what the man was saying. Knowing the entire rant was in English offended him some how, likely because Elias was a man of plain speech. Turning his head so that his neck pooped with the effort, Elias leaned into Arthur's ear. "The man's demented. Let's bind him, take him to a sanitarium and be done with this.," he suggested.
Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam
 player, 528 posts
 I have drunk and seen the
 spider.
Mon 18 Apr 2016
at 22:23
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
In reply to Elias Higgins (msg # 569):

Arthur nodded "Yes you are right Mr Higgins time to go and with haste. Right I will handle the professor if you will move the bodyguard and let us be off. Put the idol in my carpet bag."

With that he manhandled the professor to the carriage, gagging him if the need should arise.
The Keeper of Lore
 GM, 1157 posts
 I Am
 Providence
Tue 26 Apr 2016
at 14:07
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
The idol was duly tucked away, as was the Professor.

They were about to leave when in came Brigitte, reporting in a French slant that she had 'zeen mal'evolente eyes out-side'.
Elias Higgins
 player, 44 posts
Tue 26 Apr 2016
at 15:52
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
Elias grimaced and turned to the bodyguard, shotgun leveling at the man. He made a flicking motion with it towards the outside and moved behind the man. "He goes first, then we see if anyone is aiming to shoot first. If not, we move out and I introduce my new toy to them if they do anything but look at us. File behind me, I'll hand the street howitzer off to one of you a draw my pistol and sabre. This cursed place might be the end of us, but I'll give you the best chance to escape. Understood?" ,he said in a tone that brooked no argument. His days in the CSA cavalry and the Royal Army afterwards breaking through. He had no right to command any of them, and honestly didn't expect them to jump like a private would, but he was cast as security for the group and would not be deterred from that mission.
Brigitte de Rais
 player, 26 posts
 I do not love men:
 I love what devours them.
Wed 27 Apr 2016
at 03:17
Re: Chapter 6- Striations

Having explained what she had seen Bridgete waited as the others moved their new charges towards the tunnel and the outside. She still held her paradox gun and as the Earl moved past it was up to her to cover the rear.
Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam
 player, 531 posts
 I have drunk and seen the
 spider.
Wed 27 Apr 2016
at 03:31
Re: Chapter 6- Striations

Arthur had thought to sadate the Professor but then decided he wanted the man to move under his own steam to the carriage. If he should prove uncooperative once they reached the transport then that would be another matter. He nodded to Bridgette once she returned to the group and told them what she had seen.

Letting Mr Higgins and his charge take the lead Arthur slung his rifle and withdrew one of his revolvers as he made the Professor move first through the tunnel.
The Keeper of Lore
 GM, 1158 posts
 I Am
 Providence
Fri 29 Apr 2016
at 07:14
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
As they crept along, they suddenly heard a noise like a low, yet very shrill, whistling, seeping in from outside. At this, the Professor, whose mouth they had gagged, began to yell from under his muffle as loudly as he could. Sen and Elias could instinctively grasp that they were on the brink of some catastrophe.

Arthur saw Ross point frantically in an opposite direction before he fainted again.
Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam
 player, 532 posts
 I have drunk and seen the
 spider.
Sat 30 Apr 2016
at 22:51
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
In reply to The Keeper of Lore (msg # 575):

Arthur took a knee beside the prostate professor as he brings his revolver to bear on whatever had beset them. He was not one top hold back and would fire on what ever was to attack them as soon as he had a shot.

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Brigitte de Rais
 player, 27 posts
 I do not love men:
 I love what devours them.
Sat 30 Apr 2016
at 22:53
Re: Chapter 6- Striations

Brigitte just caught the smallest of view of the professor falling and thought the man had been shot. She put her rifle into her shoulder and waited for the scene to play out as he head turned left and right looking for their assailant.
Manindra Sen
 player, 399 posts
Sun 1 May 2016
at 01:48
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
Manindra surprised at the sudden sound almost jumped, "What was that? Somebody signalling something, we need to get out now!"
The Keeper of Lore
 GM, 1159 posts
 I Am
 Providence
Sun 1 May 2016
at 03:33
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
All of you make Idea rolls!
Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam
 player, 533 posts
 I have drunk and seen the
 spider.
Sun 1 May 2016
at 03:45
Re: Chapter 6- Striations

Drawing his sword from its scabbard with his left hand Arthur places it point first into the ground. The long heavy blade making a familiar scraping sound to his ears as it is drawn forth and the blue gilt etched blade glints in the half light.

This was not the first time Arthur had been in this type of situation. Camerontown of course sprung to mind as it always did. They were pursued through the New Zealand bush for a day and night when their relief force was repulsed trying to retake the depot. As then he knew the force about to attack probably knew the terrain better then they did and it would probably come down to who could wade through blood best.
The Keeper of Lore
 GM, 1161 posts
 I Am
 Providence
Fri 6 May 2016
at 17:30
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
At that peak of crisis, Sen made sense of the sign of Ross as he fainted away. What the Professor had meant was that they should travel in the opposite direction. This was confirmed by the henchman, who realized just as well that immense peril was afoot, and tugged at Elias' sleeve.

They were drawn back into the room they had found them in, and then the fellow turned a secret, single slab of a door in the wall,leading them to a small cube of a room which in turn was just by the central idol of the temple,one of Lord Shiva and Parvati.

This was the place which would be least likely to be discovered,and they shuddered to think how they would have found Ross had he been here instead of in the other room. It was an abysmally cramped space,but a ladder led up to the roof of the temple, and that was where the shallow draught of cool,breathable air came from as well.
Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam
 player, 534 posts
 I have drunk and seen the
 spider.
Sat 7 May 2016
at 06:58
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
Arthur waited, sword and revolver in hand muffling his breath as best as he could. His eyes were drawn upwards in some vain attempt to take his mind off their predicament. He strained to hear if anyone had entered the room they had previously occupied not believing they would not be found out.

Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam rolled 98 using 1d100.  Listen = 30%

As per usual the situation of medical encampments being placed behind artillery had again paid its part in his lack of hearing. It was an old soldiers curse and one that Arthur was likely to inherit.

This message was last edited by the player at 06:59, Sat 07 May 2016.

Manindra Sen
 player, 400 posts
Sat 7 May 2016
at 15:03
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
Manindra stood with the Lord in the cramped space trying to be as quiet as a mouse and making as little breath as possible to stay silent. He strained his ears to listen and identify about what was the disturbance.
The Keeper of Lore
 GM, 1163 posts
 I Am
 Providence
Mon 23 May 2016
at 03:29
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
The very air of that cramped, besmothered place was hard on the poor Earl, who began a few struggles with his breathing and fairly forgot to listen at all.

Sen however, reported in a rattling whisper what he heard in the room just beyond, from where they had come. First, footsteps, then a set of hushed growling intonations which seemed to pass for some kind of language between those illustrious folk outside.
Lord Arthur Fitzwilliam
 player, 536 posts
 I have drunk and seen the
 spider.
Tue 24 May 2016
at 07:21
Re: Chapter 6- Striations

Arthur concentrated on his breathing and remaining still as who or what ever looked over the previous room they had been in. He looked to the others and tried to have a reassuring expression as their potential doom roamed mere feet from their hiding place. All they could do was wait.
Brigitte de Rais
 player, 28 posts
 I do not love men:
 I love what devours them.
Tue 24 May 2016
at 07:24
Re: Chapter 6- Striations

Brigitte had roam her fair share of caves and tight spaces in her undergraduate days but this was somewhat different. For one she was not hiding from potential adversaries while doing so. She still clung to her rifle its muzzle pointing to the opening above them.
Manindra Sen
 player, 402 posts
Tue 24 May 2016
at 14:57
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
"M'lord, it seems to be some strange incoherent rantings, I have never heard before. Whoever they are, they are definitely looking for us. Would you consider getting out through any alternate exit?" whispered Manindra.
The Keeper of Lore
 GM, 1164 posts
 I Am
 Providence
Tue 24 May 2016
at 18:18
Re: Chapter 6- Striations
There was only a thin rope leading up to an opening in the ceiling far above that narrow cube of a room, and a side outlet to just behind the central Shiva idol of the temple.