Arkham, Massachusetts, March 1st, 1932 -
Wet, rotten leaves blow through the skeletal trees, over dirty piles of melting snow, and pile up against the wall of Miskatonic University. A respected research facility, endowed with an enormous library containing many unusual and rare tomes, Miskatonic University has one of the finest collections of occult books in the world.
Many respected professors lie within its walls, but there are also a few that reside outside of them. Professor Eugene Witherspoon, Doctor of Cults of Africa, was committed to Arkham Asylum over two decades ago. He apparently set fire to the old asylum after visiting a doctor, and killing him. Despite his current situation, his books on cults and their odd rituals remain required reading amongst those who wish to follow in his line of work.
Also, the Professor was known for his charity work, particularly amongst the orphans and poor children of the area. He is remembered fondly, but most people rather pretend that he's dead, instead of mentioning his shameful downfall. But despite two decades of incarceration and numerous attempts to correct his delusional thinking, Eugene continues his daily rants and raves about incomprehensible things.
But in the past week he has become more lucid, and has suddenly asked for the company of several friends.
~~~
Our Intrepid Investigators
Daisy Gene Velmont - Female Cat Burglar (offense option) 4, played by Tailspinner
Dr. Adon Augustus Ashe, Professor of Chemistry and Physics, Miskatonic University - Male Professor (defense option) 4, played by Hrothgar
Agatha O'Reilly - Female Madwoman (offense option), played by Ashy
A.C.G. (Arthur Charles George) "Hightower" Llewellyn - Male Detective (defense option) 4, NPC
Patrick “Pat” O’Donald - Male Reporter (defensive option) 4, played by Gomez
Dayton Williams - Male Mechanic and Orderly (offensive option) 4, played by jdeleski
~~~
"Dr. A, Dr. A!" a high-pitched voice calls from down the hall. Surpressing a flash of irritation at the nickname the graduate students had pinned him with, Dr. Ashe turned around to see Henry Rollins, one of the graduate students that assisted him with chemistry. Henry's shirt was untucked, again, and still bore the chemical burn from earlier today. His brown hair was more toussled than usual, and his wire-rimmed spectacles are askew. It was a good thing Henry was much more careful about chemistry than he was his appearance, or he might have blown up the lab by now... "Sorry Dr. A, there was a letter that the postman gave to me, and I had to swear upon pain of death to deliver it into your hands," Henry says apologetically, handing the cream-color envelope into the professor's hands. The return address caught Dr. Ashe's eye instantly. Whitherspoon.
"Thank you lad, that was quite kind of you. Do remember to set up the lab for the titrations this afternoon, would you?" Dr. Ashe says a bit absently, his mind already pondering the contents of the letter. Henry nods his agreement and goes bounding down the hall with his usual exuberance. Taking the letter to his office, Adon can carefully open it and read it.
~~~
*Daisy Velmont steps off the bus in Arkham, and quickly gets a cart for her trunk. The town is small, not a great deal fine entertainments about, and everywhere one sees book-toting students going to and from the university that dominates the town. In her pocket Daisy can feel the stiff paper of the unusual letter she received a fortnight ago.*
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*Arthur Llewellyn came down in the early morning, nodding once to Mrs. Beasely as she served the rest of the boarding house residents their oatmeal, toast, bacon, and coffee. She scattered to and fro with the energy of a woman half her age, her gray curls becoming wispy as she hurried to complete everything. One of her brood of children was handing out mail, and nearly dropped a letter for Arthur into his oatmeal. Rescuing it and stabbing the child with a glare that had frozen hardened criminals in their tracks, he took the letter and his coffee back to his room. The return address on the letter was one he recognized, but hadn't thought about in years. Heavens, Dr. Whitherspoon had been a consultant on several cases, offering his insights into the mind of cultists and other oddballs.*
Wet, rotten leaves blow through the skeletal trees, over dirty piles of melting snow, and pile up against the wall of Miskatonic University. A respected research facility, endowed with an enormous library containing many unusual and rare tomes, Miskatonic University has one of the finest collections of occult books in the world.
Many respected professors lie within its walls, but there are also a few that reside outside of them. Professor Eugene Witherspoon, Doctor of Cults of Africa, was committed to Arkham Asylum over two decades ago. He apparently set fire to the old asylum after visiting a doctor, and killing him. Despite his current situation, his books on cults and their odd rituals remain required reading amongst those who wish to follow in his line of work.
Also, the Professor was known for his charity work, particularly amongst the orphans and poor children of the area. He is remembered fondly, but most people rather pretend that he's dead, instead of mentioning his shameful downfall. But despite two decades of incarceration and numerous attempts to correct his delusional thinking, Eugene continues his daily rants and raves about incomprehensible things.
But in the past week he has become more lucid, and has suddenly asked for the company of several friends.
~~~
Our Intrepid Investigators
Daisy Gene Velmont - Female Cat Burglar (offense option) 4, played by Tailspinner
Dr. Adon Augustus Ashe, Professor of Chemistry and Physics, Miskatonic University - Male Professor (defense option) 4, played by Hrothgar
Agatha O'Reilly - Female Madwoman (offense option), played by Ashy
A.C.G. (Arthur Charles George) "Hightower" Llewellyn - Male Detective (defense option) 4, NPC
Patrick “Pat” O’Donald - Male Reporter (defensive option) 4, played by Gomez
Dayton Williams - Male Mechanic and Orderly (offensive option) 4, played by jdeleski
~~~
"Dr. A, Dr. A!" a high-pitched voice calls from down the hall. Surpressing a flash of irritation at the nickname the graduate students had pinned him with, Dr. Ashe turned around to see Henry Rollins, one of the graduate students that assisted him with chemistry. Henry's shirt was untucked, again, and still bore the chemical burn from earlier today. His brown hair was more toussled than usual, and his wire-rimmed spectacles are askew. It was a good thing Henry was much more careful about chemistry than he was his appearance, or he might have blown up the lab by now... "Sorry Dr. A, there was a letter that the postman gave to me, and I had to swear upon pain of death to deliver it into your hands," Henry says apologetically, handing the cream-color envelope into the professor's hands. The return address caught Dr. Ashe's eye instantly. Whitherspoon.
"Thank you lad, that was quite kind of you. Do remember to set up the lab for the titrations this afternoon, would you?" Dr. Ashe says a bit absently, his mind already pondering the contents of the letter. Henry nods his agreement and goes bounding down the hall with his usual exuberance. Taking the letter to his office, Adon can carefully open it and read it.
~~~
*Daisy Velmont steps off the bus in Arkham, and quickly gets a cart for her trunk. The town is small, not a great deal fine entertainments about, and everywhere one sees book-toting students going to and from the university that dominates the town. In her pocket Daisy can feel the stiff paper of the unusual letter she received a fortnight ago.*
~~~
*Arthur Llewellyn came down in the early morning, nodding once to Mrs. Beasely as she served the rest of the boarding house residents their oatmeal, toast, bacon, and coffee. She scattered to and fro with the energy of a woman half her age, her gray curls becoming wispy as she hurried to complete everything. One of her brood of children was handing out mail, and nearly dropped a letter for Arthur into his oatmeal. Rescuing it and stabbing the child with a glare that had frozen hardened criminals in their tracks, he took the letter and his coffee back to his room. The return address on the letter was one he recognized, but hadn't thought about in years. Heavens, Dr. Whitherspoon had been a consultant on several cases, offering his insights into the mind of cultists and other oddballs.*
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