In reply to GM (msg # 240):

Gustav runs ahead of the pack, making a beeline on the two suspects running in the clear field. At 15 yards out he stops and take aim at the tall man and aims at the legs, intending on crippling him rather than outright killing.

He shouts at them in English. "Stop or I'll shoot!" Gustav made a judgement call and shot the man.


Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 10 using 1d10+2.

 Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 19 using 1d100. Firearms(Handgun) (60%/30%/12%):.
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In reply to Gustav Schmidt (msg # 241):

Gustav with a few more seconds of running, finally catches up to the burly man. Seeing blood all over the soil where the man, withering in pain is all but unable to walk. "You're not going anywhere with that busted kneecap, and you and I will have a little chat"

Gustav also tells everyone else "It might be the adrenalin speaking, but I suggest not to chase after the little lass, might be a trap"
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Gustav stands over the fallen man. He has long unkempt hair and a scraggly beard. Most shockingly, his mouth starts to distend, forming into a disc shape larger than a human hand. The insides of his puckered lips are covered with small, hook-like barbs...

He lunges at Gustav’s legs, trying to grab them!

Gustav, please give me a SAN roll (0/1D6) and either a Dodge or Fight (Brawling) roll.


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In reply to GM (msg # 243):

Gustav, repulsed at what he saw, with the man's mouth opening wide and its tongue slithring out, plus hundreds of teeth about to take a bite at him, reacted with firing 3 rounds on the mans head.

Gustav has seen his fair share of shootouts in New York City, and more so during the war. But nothing could prepare him for this.

"They... It.. its not human.."

He looks on as his companions rushes in to his side. With cold sweat amidst the warm peruvisn afternoon, a beaten Gustav whispers

"Its not human..."


spent 5 luck points and suffered 3 sanity

23:46, Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 9 using 1d10+2, unique dice with rolls of 7.

23:46, Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 4 using 1d10+2, unique dice with rolls of 2.  Damage 1d10 +2.

23:42, Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 16 using 3d10, unique dice with rolls of 3,6,7.

23:42, Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 11 using 3d10, unique dice with rolls of 1,6,4.

23:42, Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 10 using 3d10, unique dice with rolls of 6,3,1.  Firearms(Handgun) (60%/30%/12%):.

23:38, Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 3 using 1d6.  Sanity loss.

23:33, Today: Gustav Schmidt rolled 97 using 1d100.  SAN: 60.


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Arriving on the scene, Johan is surprised to find a bloody mess. He had expected to find a wounded man who could give some answers, but instead sees a bloody mess...but something isn’t right with what’s left of the mans face, something about the mouth is hideously alien. He panics for a fraction of a moment! Could it all be real? The visions he’s had of the monsters in the painting, is this a monster like that? And if the vision held truth, then didn’t the dreams of his childhood have the potential for being real?

But then he remembers discussions had with his academic contemporaries. Discussions on biological mutations/evolutions and the bizarre forms they take. Could it be that some feral indigenous people have adapted to a nutritional deficiency in this bizarre way?

But before he can ruminate any further the mans face becomes to much and he is reminded of circus freak shows and the terrible jesters that patrol the grounds like manic sentinels. His heart begins to beat faster and he turns away, doing his best to say something comforting to Gustav.

“Nature- Nature takes odd turns my friend. Normally a mutation like this would kill the individual, but these people seem to have adapted to it!”

Johan stumbles to the edge of the field, about 15 feet away. Now that he is confident these two are guilty, he can’t let the other escape. He takes out his flask and douses his handkerchief in brandy. He then finds a stone roughly the size of his fist and ties the handkerchief to part of it and gets his matches out. He screamed into the field.

“Come out now or I swear you will die like a dog

Johan Braun rolled 11 using 1d100.  San (target 65).
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In reply to Gustav Schmidt (msg # 244):

Dermot Murphy runs up to the scene ready to put some rounds into anything that moves in a way he doesn’t like. He’s shocked when Gustav’s face distorts in terror and Gustav fires 3 shots into the ground where the assailant must be lying. Seconds later, Murphy is disturbed by the grotesque, alien face the had appeared to belong to a normal human being a minute ago. He swallows his repulsion without undue difficulty, only to hear Johan belt out his fiery threat to the tall grass beyond. While he’s determined to pursue this strange threat, he’s not about to take a molotov to the head in friendly crossfire. He waits for any sound or indication, gun at the ready.

Johan turns to Dermot, realizing from his posture that he’s contemplating reminding after the thing.

“You want to follow one of THOSE in there??? I don’t want to see you die today my friend so I will accompany you if that’s what you truly want, but I think this is a sure thing!

With a piercing shriek, the female kharisiri leaps up from the tall grass and latches onto Johan’s back, her gaping maw snapping at his neck! Taken by surprise, Johan suddenly feels a weight on his back and then an incredible pain in his shoulder. The female kharisiri starts to suck out his fat, blood and other fluids!

(Johan loses 8 STR, 4 CON and 2 SIZ points)

In reply to GM (msg # 248):

Dermot is alarmed by this sudden onslaught, but he's still 1,000% fed up with this nonsense. He coolly steps over and whips the butt of his pistol downward in a well-practiced maneuver to strike the side of the thing's face. The blow connects hard and sends the monster's face reeling to the side, though its appendages maintain their hold on Johan's body. He yells at Gustav and Bromley:

"Pull the beastie away by the arms and I'll shoot it in the face!"

In reply to Dermot Murphy (msg # 249):

Running up and seeing the pulpy mess laying on the ground Bromley is suddenly deeply unnerved  [1d6 san loss - totalling 1]

Before he can make hide nor tail of the situation all chaos erupts from the tall grass as some horrible beast leaps upon Jonah.

With the steely determination of a seasoned hunter, Bromley aims his rifle and fires directly into the creatures face.

[Bromley Aveline-Edgeware rolled 3 using 1d100. (target 65)]

[Bromley Aveline-Edgeware rolled 8 using 2d6. - Damage]
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In reply to Dermot Murphy (msg # 249):

Gustav, few feet away from the female kharisiri, finished off the male kharisiri with his feet stomping whats left of the head, drops to one knee and aimed at the now exposed female kharisiri.

"You're ruining my vacation!" he shouts as he fired a round aiming at the female kharisiri


Gustav Schmidt rolled 11 using 3d10, unique dice with rolls of 3,1,7.  Firearms(Handgun) (60%/30%/12%):. advantage. 17% hard success

Gustav Schmidt rolled 9 using 1d10+2.

The shot from Bromley’s rifle tears the female kharisiri’s head apart and she loses her grip, sliding messily off Johann’s back onto the grass. As Bromley reloads he notices that her head wound is slowly knitting together again. Murphy looks over where the other kharisiri was shot. It's on its knees, struggling to get up, its head still a ruined mess.

You fire round after round into the two kharisiri. They go down, but you can see their terrible wounds slowly healing again.

Jackson comes running over, his pistol drawn. “Good lord, what is happening?” He looks at the twitching bodies with shock and disgust. “Kharisiri! So…. It’s all true. Everything we saw and read…”

He staggers and nearly collapses but manages to compose himself. “We must destroy them!” he whispers. “I remember that The Confessions of Gaspar Figueroa stated that if you burn or dismember them, they remain dead.”
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In reply to GM (msg # 252):

Bromley Aveline-Edgeware rolled 86 using 1d100. Target 65.
Bromley Aveline-Edgeware rolled 10 using 1d10. Advantage.

Bromley Aveline-Edgeware rolled 8 using 2d6. Damage - Rifle

Unloading another round into the reforming female Kharisiri Bromley says, clearly stressed "Well get to it man!"

He reaches into his coat jacket pocket and pulls out a hip flask before tossing it to Jackson "Brandy - This is all I've got"

In reply to Bromley Aveline-Edgeware (msg # 253):

"That will have to do" Gustav gathers the brandy and threw liberal amount if it to the now reforming body of the male kharisiri. He again kick it to the ground as it is trying to get up from one knee.

"Hold still you freak!" Then he proceeded to light up the brandy soaked  kharisiri then proceeds to do the same for the female.

"Fuckin vacation my ass" Gustav mumbles

Johan reels. As he sees the woman’s head knit back together, he is faced with a staggering realization; this world is only a Mask, a pretty picture painted over Something more grotesque! But the new paint is starting to chip and flake away, revealing the truth!

The sound of his blood pumping blocks out all other sound. The adrenaline of fear helps to dull the sensation of ripped flesh, even as he feels a warm wetness spreading down his back.

He is in danger, now he realizes the trap he’s in. They’ve sacrificed a few of their own, to build his confidence. They only wish to fatten up a lamb they will lead to slaughter. He must escape now, and destroy them in the process! He must warn the world!

Still hunched over from pain, he grabs his walking stick, then quickly stands and takes a swing at the thing called Bromley!
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Johan runs screaming at Bromley and swings his walking stick wildly at his head!

“NO MASK!!!!!! NO MAAAASK!!!!!”


09:39, Today: Johan Braun rolled 6 using 3d10, unique dice with rolls of 2,1,3.  Brawl (target 60).

In reply to Johan Braun (msg # 256):

Gustav took the last swig of the brandy he used to set both the monsters on fire. its a very cold afternoon but the fires sure warms the places nearby, if only it didn't smell of fresh human meat and brandy marinade. "At least its good brandy" he muttered.

Gustav's attention was suddenly directed to a commotion as he saw Johan take a very hard swing at Bromley and he starts to bleed.

"What in the devil?" he gasped as he charges in at Johan, intent on tackling him and restraining him on the ground.

"Control yourself Mr. Braun! or I'll do it for you!"


Gustav Schmidt rolled 34 using 1d100. Fighting(Brawl) (50%/25%/10%):.
Gustav will attempt to tackle Mr. Braun and take away his weapon and restraining him
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The little German man lurches down as he hears the Gustav thing. Clearly this is an entity with a hive mind...

He leaps into the air and hang almost parallel to the ground as he sails towards Gustav...and then keeps going, hitting the ground with a terrible thud



19:37, Today: Johan Braun rolled 74 using 1d100.  Dodge (target 70)

In reply to Johan Braun (msg # 258):

Hearing some god awful shouting, Bromley turns around and is promptly socked in the nose by Johan.

Naturally, he is taken aback by this turn of events.

Staggering backwards he lobs a mix of blood and saliva (and possibly a tooth) onto the ground. Wild eyes he grasps his rifle with both hands and adopts a defensive position. If this madman lurches at him again, Bromley is ready to pounce out of the way.

Before he can react, Johan and Gustav appear to collide in midair before his eyes. The clash resulting in Gustav pinning Johan down.

Bromley momentarily contemplates delivering the blighter a swift kick to the head, but thinks better of it. He pulls of a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, daps his bleeding lip and pockets it again. He frowns heavily.

Gustav and Murphy both quickly overpower the madly screaming Johan and hold him down. He is struggling mightily and shouting about masks and sacrifices.

The two kharisiri are both burning, and after shaking wildly and emitting keening howls of pain, they finally fall silent. The fat and tissues they have stolen from their victims hiss and bubble as it melts inside them. Clouds of dense black smoke rise from the remains.

The tall dry grass is starting to catch fire around the bodies, and it would be wise to leave this area as soon as possible.

“We will have to see if we can tie Mr. Braun up somehow,” says Jackson. “I’ve seen people lose their minds before. He’s not responsible for his actions.”

He helps with dragging Johan away from the fire, while keeping an eye on the kharisiri, to make sure they don’t rise again.

You all return to the mule train, where Art is still treating the injured young farmer while his anxious father looks on. The native guides have been watching events in shock and horror, and recoil as they spot the wild-eyed Johan being gently lowered to the ground, struggling against his restraints.

Larkin is leaning against a mule cart, looking pale and sweaty. He is obviously suffering from another bout of malaria, and de Mendoza hardly spares you a glance as he cares for his master.

In reply to GM (msg # 260):

Bromley Aveline-Edgeware rolled 82 using 1d100.  Target 30.

Bromley and Gustav both take turns trying to apply sticky plasters to his abrasions and end up making a mess and cursing a lot.

Sighing loudly, Jackson walks over and manages to dash antiseptic ointment onto Bromleys wounds, soliciting more curses and a begrudging thanks.

Art turns his attention away from the boy, 'that's all I can do for now.' he thinks to himself.
Turning to see the state of Johan, he moves his attention to him.
"what is all this?" he asks as he pulls aside the hastily, and inaccurately, placed bandages and gets to doing what he can to properly clean and dress Johan's wounds. Using his experience dealing with grisly wounds with whatever was to hand, he grabs a small bottle of 60 proof liquor from his pack.
"...better appreciate this, it's a '63 scotch." he grumbles to himself more than to Johan, before upending it on the wound and getting to work.

_{10:27, Today: Dr. Arthur Digben (Art) rolled 9 using 1d100. Pushing previous roll. Medicine Target 75. Extreme Success}

People are standing around, still stunned from the events. The old farmer is kneeling by his son and sobbing. It is unsure if the boy will ever fully recover. But thanks to Art’s skilled treatment, Johan will slowly recover his lost health and vigour, although it will take several weeks.

De Mendoza strides up and takes in the situation. “Such a mess!” he growls. “We are losing daylight. We move on!”

You help the farmer with building a makeshift stretcher and some of the porters carry him back to the nearby farm. The farmer, Julio Cespedes, announces his eternal gratitude for helping his son and defeating the kharisiri. He invites you in for a meal and offers to let you stay overnight in his stable.

Despite de Mendoza’s objections, you agree to spend the night at the Cespedes farm. You bring Domingo into the living room and his mother breaks down with grief as she hears about the kharisiri attack. Art helps with getting Domingo comfortable and instructs the family on how best to care for him. The boy is semiconscious and babbles when he surfaces. He is frightened that the bite means that he will become a monster too.

You are served weak beer and a hearty vegetable and mutton stew. The house is cold and windy, but you light the fireplace to ward off the darkness. Julio tells you that the kharisiri have gotten more numerous and bolder in the last year, attacking farmers and eating their fat, or even turning them into more kharisiri. He is aware of the pyramid and the legends and fully believe that it is the source of the evil.

His face lit by the flickering fire, Julio regales you with other tales of monsters and folklore of the region. According to the Incas, Lake Titicaca is the birthplace of humanity. In times past, the god Viracocha, also known as Con-Tici, rose from the waters, carrying humans with him. When Viracocha had orchestrated the heavens by positioning the sun, moon, and stars, he commanded the humans to spread across the world.

The people of the region also saw the lake itself as a goddess; Mamacota or Mother-water, and erected an idol in her honor. This idol, known as Copacahuana, was fashioned from blue-green stone and took the form of a fish with the head of a woman. When the Spaniards conquered the area, they saw this worship as pagan, but worship of the goddess who fed the people with her bounty of fish was so deep-rooted that all they could do was replace her idol with a statue of the Virgin Mary. Mamacota is still venerated to this day.

Wanderers should be wary of remains they may find in caves and on mountainsides, as these could be sleeping machukuna, creatures made from bones. By day, they work the fields and fertilize the crops. Some believe this to be penance for the sins the machukuna committed in life, as through their efforts and labor they may regrow their flesh anew. Not necessarily dangerous, they may seek out humans willing to give them food. The main risk they pose is the wind that follows them, which is reputed to bring disease and bad luck.

There are other creatures like the machukuna that offer a more direct threat: the suq’a seek out humans, not to repent their sins, but to kill and eat them. Julio muses that the suq’a may somehow be related to the kharisiri

Larkin scoffs at all of these tales. “Rubbish and old wives’ tales! I don’t know what kind of bandits you met in that field, but I’m happy you managed to kill them, although setting them on fire was a bit much. But I am very pleased to hear that the pyramid is close. Think of all the treasures we will find! You will all be rich beyond measure!”
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In reply to GM (msg # 264):

After seeing those horrors today and in the dark of the night, Bromley is willing to indulge his hosts (alongside his own curiosity).

He asks Jackson to translate for him:

"Has anyone here seen these ghastly things before... And what, if anything, can we do if we are confronted?"