Venturing into the gallery, Sully can see that the paintings appear to all be the work of the same artist, one who seems gifted in imparting exceptionally lifelike qualities to the images they compose, a capacity that is inescapably disturbing, given the horrific nature of each piece.
The first is a portrait of a loathsome creature, vaguely humanoid in outline with clawed hands and canine features, crouching over a partially dismembered human corpse and feasting upon it. Its blood-smeared features hold what can only be described as demonic glee and appetite.
In the next work, a horde of half-human, canine monsters have crawled up through a hole in the floor of a subway tunnel and are attacking patrons apparently waiting for a night train. The details of the location lead Sully to believe that it is an actual place, not solely the work of the painter’s imagination, thought it does not resemble any of the subway stations Sully has visited in New York.
The next painting, the smallest and most precise of the six oils, is a ghastly composition which portrays a squatting circle of nameless doglike things in a churchyard. The creatures surround a young man who is digging up a grave mound with his bare hands. The young man’s peculiar expression, paired with the vaguely canine caste to his features, are especially unnerving.
In the fourth painting, the most immature work of the collection, an arrogant humanoid with sharp, cruel, canine features holds the hands of an adolescent girl and boy, both in night clothes, as they walk away from a burning home. The young woman is tearful and reluctant, but the young man appears eager for the horrors clearly to come.
The following piece depicts, in dim lamplight, the body of a portly man resting face down, face toward the viewer, sprawled on a counting table. Around him are stacks of treasury notes and bags of coins. His mouth bulges with 20-dollar gold pieces which spill out onto the table. Above him, two humanoid monsters delicately compare fresh human ear with fresh human arm, as if considering cuts in a butcher shop.
In the final painting a terrified man is shown being dragged toward a writhing darkness, within which burns a single red point of illumination. The limb that grasps the frantic victim is strangely formless, its odd proportions somehow suggestive of both a tendril and a claw.
The artist has neatly signed each work in the lower, left hand corner:
R. Upton Pickman.
OOC: Sully, I’ll need you to give me a Sanity roll. There’s no loss if you succeed. If you fail, you’ll lose 1d3 sanity points.
After Arthur takes a handful of carefully framed shots, Professor Wells approaches the altar, his attention initially drawn to the embroidered depiction of the creature on the velvet cloth which covers it.
OOC: Both the Professor and Arthur will recognize the symbol from their reading of Cultes des Goules as being a depiction of the Haunter of the Red Abyss, Nyogtha.
Taking in the symbols inlaid on the floor, along with the implements laid on the altar itself, only a few moments are required for Professor Wells to discern what manner of rituals are performed in this dark space and their ultimate, terrible purpose.
Jake finds the door unlocked. Opening it a crack, the detective can see that the room on the other side is unoccupied. The walls are constructed from mortared fieldstone, and much of the floor space is occupied by old wooden caskets, perhaps two dozen in number. One, close to the door, lies open, with several dark green glass bottles sitting inside of it.
On the wall opposite the door Jake is peering through, he can see the opening to what appears to be a steam tunnel, the entrance secured by a set of iron bars.
In the center of the room is a brick staircase, leading up to a dark stained, wooden door, which is closed.