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<blockquote data-quote="Nebulous" data-source="post: 4019190" data-attributes="member: 31465"><p><strong>Adventure #11: Mad Warren Besart (Part 1)</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Adventure # 11: Mad Warren Bessart</span></p><p><strong>Part 1: A Ghoulish Evening</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: red">[GM Note 1 - For different reasons, the campaign stalled for nearly a year between the last episode and this one, and when it restarted, we had permanently lost one player and gained another. It was hard getting everyone up to speed. It is a very complex scenario even if you DO play regularly (which in our case was every 2-4 weeks, with occasional bursts once per week). Our game unfortunately halted in the middle of what I consider to be the most difficult chapter to run— EGYPT]. </span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">[GM Note 2 - Character Update: All characters are 3rd level by now. I never used experience points; I just leveled them up at my own discretion. It averaged every 4-5 adventures. New characters were introduced at the same level as a dead/insane one for balance reasons].</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">The cast--</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">Leo: playing his new spellcaster Neville Thornbottom</span></p><p><span style="color: red">Jake (new): playing greasy Oscar “Ocho” Ochenta, a drug dealer down on his luck</span></p><p><span style="color: red">David: playing Chang still, a true survivor (but oddly incapacitated by </span></p><p><span style="color: red"> liquor or intestinal viruses for much of the remaining campaign)</span></p><p><span style="color: red">Jeff: still playing his investigator Morty Jones from New York City</span></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">Kent (sadly absent): as Arnold Silvermine, wealthy rumrunner and bad apple. </span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>IMMEDIATE GOALS:</p><p></p><p>1) Pick Janwillen’s brain about the Clive Expedition. This Penhew-funded expedition has knowledge </p><p> about the mummy, and the stolen mummy probably has something to do with the Black Pharaoh, </p><p> who is probably an aspect of Nyarlathotep, which is actually a true god that the investigators can </p><p> barely comprehend. </p><p>2) Either let Janwillen finish translating the Black Rites of Bast, or steal the Rites and translate it </p><p> themselves. Why? They don’t even know. Why not? </p><p>3) Meet with Faraz Najir at 5 o’clock this evening at the El Hussein mosque, under the holy eye of Allah. </p><p> There, he will speak to the investigators about Jackson Elias and Roger Carlyle. For a price, of </p><p> course. </p><p>4) Don’t die. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>It is nearly dark.</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/33.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>Neville, Arnold, Chang, Morty and Ma’Moud sit at a local Cairo cafe with the drunken Dutchman, Janwillen Vanheuven. He is nearly incoherent by this point, but happy to accept their food and liquor. Arnold Silvermine leaves to go find them some more booze. The small café has closed for the evening as they talk on the veranda, and stark evening shadows are already crawling across the streets. </p><p></p><p>However…</p><p></p><p>…two tables away sits a thin, oily man from Paraguay, watching them with beady eyes:</p><p></p><p>Oscar “Ocho” Ochenta (our new player, Jake).</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/oscar.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> </p><p></p><p>Ochenta is a drug dealer who has been screwed by the scummy people he associates with. They’re lying degenerates, like himself. In fact, he has almost no money left at all, with holes in his pockets and skeletons in his closets. But these American gangsters seem loaded, throwing money around left and right. He listens to their entire conversation, convinced that these jokers can somehow earn him a quick buck. Especially if he steals whatever it is they’re talking about!</p><p></p><p>“Eh, yooze there,” says Oscar to the group, interrupting them. “My name ez O-scar Ochenta. And I would like to offer you my…services.”</p><p></p><p>He passes himself off as a mercenary and guide for hire, and if they need extra muscle, he’s their man. Actually, they DO need help, so after settling on a generous price, Oscar Ochenta is accepted at their table. Such is the trust required in a roleplaying group!</p><p></p><p>They continue with Janwillen’s alcohol-fueled interrogation.</p><p></p><p>Vanheuven spills as much as he can remember about the Clive Expedition, repeating himself quite a lot, and the reasons for his being “fired.” “I cannot blame ‘dem,” he slurs. “‘Ook at me, I’m a ‘retch!” </p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/janwillen.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> </p><p></p><p>Janwillen honestly admired the Clive Expedition: Dr. Clive, Johan Sprech, Agatha Broadmoor, Martin Winfield, and James Gardner. His tongue is loose and he holds nothing back. In truth, he finds himself inferior to every one of them! </p><p></p><p>They’re so good at what they do, he cries, and he is a poor archaeologist, but wait until they see his discovery! Gardner should never have told him to dig around in that secret holy place beneath the city. His eyes are alight as he talks about the Rites of Bast, but little does he know that the investigators have already swiped it from under his bed. </p><p></p><p>And little do they know the trouble they’ve attracted by doing so. </p><p></p><p>Even as Janwillen talks about the manuscript, a cat streaks up and rakes Janwillen’s foot! He screams and kicks at the beast. It retreats, growling, hissing and spitting. </p><p></p><p>“Monster!” he shrieks. “Leave m’lone!” </p><p></p><p>The cat finally leaves, and soon afterward, Janwillen falls unconscious, his forehead striking the table with a meaty “thunk.” The party is left debating what to do, wondering why these cats are stalking Janwillen, and more importantly, why has Arnold Silvermine been gone so long? But moments later agonized screams erupt from around the corner.</p><p></p><p>“Oh God! God no! HELP! AGGGHH! Agh!! Morty! Chang! HELLLLLPP!”</p><p></p><p>Everyone launches up except for Janwillen, whom Oscar and Ma’Moud stay behind to protect. Morty follows the screams, reaches the dark alley first, pistol out, but he skids to halt. The sight beyond paralyzes him.</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/the-eye-of-horus.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> </p><p></p><p>A fiery blue Eye of Horus blazes on a brick wall, dripping molten motes to the ground, and crawling from the earth are two rotting ghouls! Their eyes shine with unholy light, and they move with speed and strength belying their rotting frames. They seem to have sprouted from the street itself, and both abominations grapple Arnold Silvermine. </p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/ghouls.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>“MORTY! Good Christ! SAVE ME!!!!!” shrieks Arnold, trying to push the hands away.</p><p></p><p>Morty screams too and shoots, but it is too late.</p><p></p><p>One ghoul grips Arnold under the chin and peels off HALF his face like a grisly wet sheet. The other plunges its claws beneath his ribcage and rips his lungs out. Arnold gasps, shudders, but is dead within seconds, his intestines spilling out in ropy hot coils, and then the monsters surge toward Morty!</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/silvermine2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p><span style="color: red"></span></p><p><span style="color: red">[GM Note: Kent graciously allowed me to kill his character after he had moved away. We discussed some options and settled on this one. That is actually (half of) Kent’s face in the picture above].</span></p><p></p><p>Chang spins into the alley and starts shooting. Neville backs off, debating if magic is appropriate here, but reluctant to cast anything. Magic demands a grueling toll, corrupting both your body and spirit. Back at the café, Oscar Ochenta has casually packed a pipe full of his last hashish crumbs, even as gunshots echo from the darkness. Ma’Moud looks up at him, obviously frightened. “Tough town, kid,” grunts Oscar, and lights the pipe. </p><p></p><p>After a brutal barrage of ammunition, the ghouls are soon destroyed, their bodies quickly decomposing, crawling with sickly white maggots that also slide into goopy residue. The glowing Eye of Horus fades and disappears. There is no time to drag Arnold’s mangled corpse through the streets, so they strip him of anything valuable, Chang murmurs a prayer, Janwillen is hauled up by his armpits and they shuffle back to his dirty hovel.</p><p></p><p>They don’t know where the zombie-things came from, or how or why they appeared. Someone must have set traps around the city to target them, and it looks like a potent spell. Chang and Morty cannot help but recall Arnold’s nightmare before leaving London. His death this evening seems eerily familiar… </p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/dream_2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> </p><p></p><p>They spend the night crowded in the tailor shop, too scared to leave, barricading entrances with furniture and ready for anything. Even Oscar Ochenta joins them, and he only met these bastards a few hours ago! He doesn’t question their odd actions, or the cats, or why Morty has blood all over him, or why they insist on staying awake with their guns loaded. Hell, he’s seen this behavior before. It is common in the drug trade. </p><p></p><p>The night passes without incident, but in the morning, Janwillen Vanheuven has actually forgotten who they are.</p><p></p><p>“Eh? What ya want wid me?”</p><p></p><p>But promises of liquor, money, a place to continue his translations, and haven from the cats are easy incentive for the Dutchman. The investigators offer to take him to the Cairo Museum, sure that Dr. Ali Kafour can find the man an empty room to continue his work. All they want in return is more information about the Clive Expedition, and possibly an interview. No, definitely an interview. They want Janwillen to lead them to Memphis. That is the payment for giving him a safe place to complete his translations. </p><p></p><p>And to acquire the book for themselves, which becomes their new goal. </p><p></p><p>Janwillen agrees, so they hand the original Rites back to him and they all leave, tromping across town to the Cairo Museum. Hopefully, Ali Kafour won’t mind what they’re proposing to do. </p><p></p><p>On the way to the museum, Oscar "Ocho" Ochenta notices the withering stare of a beautiful Egyptian woman. His heart flutters from her beauty, her sensuality, but she vanishes into the crowd, and no one else seemed to notice her. </p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/bast2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> </p><p></p><p>Odd, considering her attire. But how fleeting love is, he thinks. She’ll be back for ol’ Oscar. Ocho mentions that a fine woman was watching him, but they don’t make much out of it. Oscar hasn’t proven himself a reliable companion yet. In fact, he’s sort of creepy. </p><p></p><p>At the museum, Dr. Ali Kafour is mildly surprised (and annoyed) that the investigators have brought this drunken, slovenly man as a GUEST into the museum. “This is not a boarding house!” he whispers later when Janwillen is out of earshot. </p><p></p><p>“No,” says Neville Thornbottom, “but these are dire times, sir. In fact, doctor, I would like to suggest that we all stay here. There are several storage rooms in the basement that can be converted. After two attacks so far on these gentlemen I fear that it could happen again. And this…Vanheuven fellow…he needs time to decipher the script. Plus,” he adds slyly, “Someone else can help decipher the scrolls while Janwillen is passed out. Good Lord, the man is in a stupor sixteen hours a day!”</p><p></p><p>Ali Kafour is finally convinced to agree with Neville. The Rites are a major archaeological find, and it IS dangerous running around the city, especially at night. The Museum offers a small amount of magical and material protection. He has the staff rearrange the basement; long enough for the investigators to complete their search in Cairo. Ali also hires someone to translate the Rites of Bast while Janwillen is “sleeping.”</p><p></p><p>The investigators help Janwillen set up a new room complete with writing utensils and a bottle of bourbon. He thanks them profusely, saying that with their assistance he’ll soon wield the most fabulous discovery of the century-- The Black Rites of BAST!</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, wonderful,” mumbles Morty. He’s heard about enough of this crazy <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />. Boring detective work in New York City never sounded better, but he’s needed here. Something big is happening, and they’re the only ones who know about it. </p><p></p><p> </p><p>continued next post...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nebulous, post: 4019190, member: 31465"] [b]Adventure #11: Mad Warren Besart (Part 1)[/b] [size=3]Adventure # 11: Mad Warren Bessart[/size] [B]Part 1: A Ghoulish Evening[/B] [color=red][GM Note 1 - For different reasons, the campaign stalled for nearly a year between the last episode and this one, and when it restarted, we had permanently lost one player and gained another. It was hard getting everyone up to speed. It is a very complex scenario even if you DO play regularly (which in our case was every 2-4 weeks, with occasional bursts once per week). Our game unfortunately halted in the middle of what I consider to be the most difficult chapter to run— EGYPT]. [/color] [color=red] [GM Note 2 - Character Update: All characters are 3rd level by now. I never used experience points; I just leveled them up at my own discretion. It averaged every 4-5 adventures. New characters were introduced at the same level as a dead/insane one for balance reasons]. The cast-- Leo: playing his new spellcaster Neville Thornbottom Jake (new): playing greasy Oscar “Ocho” Ochenta, a drug dealer down on his luck David: playing Chang still, a true survivor (but oddly incapacitated by liquor or intestinal viruses for much of the remaining campaign) Jeff: still playing his investigator Morty Jones from New York City Kent (sadly absent): as Arnold Silvermine, wealthy rumrunner and bad apple. [/color] IMMEDIATE GOALS: 1) Pick Janwillen’s brain about the Clive Expedition. This Penhew-funded expedition has knowledge about the mummy, and the stolen mummy probably has something to do with the Black Pharaoh, who is probably an aspect of Nyarlathotep, which is actually a true god that the investigators can barely comprehend. 2) Either let Janwillen finish translating the Black Rites of Bast, or steal the Rites and translate it themselves. Why? They don’t even know. Why not? 3) Meet with Faraz Najir at 5 o’clock this evening at the El Hussein mosque, under the holy eye of Allah. There, he will speak to the investigators about Jackson Elias and Roger Carlyle. For a price, of course. 4) Don’t die. It is nearly dark. [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/33.jpg[/img] Neville, Arnold, Chang, Morty and Ma’Moud sit at a local Cairo cafe with the drunken Dutchman, Janwillen Vanheuven. He is nearly incoherent by this point, but happy to accept their food and liquor. Arnold Silvermine leaves to go find them some more booze. The small café has closed for the evening as they talk on the veranda, and stark evening shadows are already crawling across the streets. However… …two tables away sits a thin, oily man from Paraguay, watching them with beady eyes: Oscar “Ocho” Ochenta (our new player, Jake). [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/oscar.jpg[/img] Ochenta is a drug dealer who has been screwed by the scummy people he associates with. They’re lying degenerates, like himself. In fact, he has almost no money left at all, with holes in his pockets and skeletons in his closets. But these American gangsters seem loaded, throwing money around left and right. He listens to their entire conversation, convinced that these jokers can somehow earn him a quick buck. Especially if he steals whatever it is they’re talking about! “Eh, yooze there,” says Oscar to the group, interrupting them. “My name ez O-scar Ochenta. And I would like to offer you my…services.” He passes himself off as a mercenary and guide for hire, and if they need extra muscle, he’s their man. Actually, they DO need help, so after settling on a generous price, Oscar Ochenta is accepted at their table. Such is the trust required in a roleplaying group! They continue with Janwillen’s alcohol-fueled interrogation. Vanheuven spills as much as he can remember about the Clive Expedition, repeating himself quite a lot, and the reasons for his being “fired.” “I cannot blame ‘dem,” he slurs. “‘Ook at me, I’m a ‘retch!” [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/janwillen.jpg[/img] Janwillen honestly admired the Clive Expedition: Dr. Clive, Johan Sprech, Agatha Broadmoor, Martin Winfield, and James Gardner. His tongue is loose and he holds nothing back. In truth, he finds himself inferior to every one of them! They’re so good at what they do, he cries, and he is a poor archaeologist, but wait until they see his discovery! Gardner should never have told him to dig around in that secret holy place beneath the city. His eyes are alight as he talks about the Rites of Bast, but little does he know that the investigators have already swiped it from under his bed. And little do they know the trouble they’ve attracted by doing so. Even as Janwillen talks about the manuscript, a cat streaks up and rakes Janwillen’s foot! He screams and kicks at the beast. It retreats, growling, hissing and spitting. “Monster!” he shrieks. “Leave m’lone!” The cat finally leaves, and soon afterward, Janwillen falls unconscious, his forehead striking the table with a meaty “thunk.” The party is left debating what to do, wondering why these cats are stalking Janwillen, and more importantly, why has Arnold Silvermine been gone so long? But moments later agonized screams erupt from around the corner. “Oh God! God no! HELP! AGGGHH! Agh!! Morty! Chang! HELLLLLPP!” Everyone launches up except for Janwillen, whom Oscar and Ma’Moud stay behind to protect. Morty follows the screams, reaches the dark alley first, pistol out, but he skids to halt. The sight beyond paralyzes him. [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/the-eye-of-horus.jpg[/img] A fiery blue Eye of Horus blazes on a brick wall, dripping molten motes to the ground, and crawling from the earth are two rotting ghouls! Their eyes shine with unholy light, and they move with speed and strength belying their rotting frames. They seem to have sprouted from the street itself, and both abominations grapple Arnold Silvermine. [center][img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/ghouls.jpg[/img][/center] “MORTY! Good Christ! SAVE ME!!!!!” shrieks Arnold, trying to push the hands away. Morty screams too and shoots, but it is too late. One ghoul grips Arnold under the chin and peels off HALF his face like a grisly wet sheet. The other plunges its claws beneath his ribcage and rips his lungs out. Arnold gasps, shudders, but is dead within seconds, his intestines spilling out in ropy hot coils, and then the monsters surge toward Morty! [center][img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/silvermine2.jpg[/img][/center] [color=red] [GM Note: Kent graciously allowed me to kill his character after he had moved away. We discussed some options and settled on this one. That is actually (half of) Kent’s face in the picture above].[/color] Chang spins into the alley and starts shooting. Neville backs off, debating if magic is appropriate here, but reluctant to cast anything. Magic demands a grueling toll, corrupting both your body and spirit. Back at the café, Oscar Ochenta has casually packed a pipe full of his last hashish crumbs, even as gunshots echo from the darkness. Ma’Moud looks up at him, obviously frightened. “Tough town, kid,” grunts Oscar, and lights the pipe. After a brutal barrage of ammunition, the ghouls are soon destroyed, their bodies quickly decomposing, crawling with sickly white maggots that also slide into goopy residue. The glowing Eye of Horus fades and disappears. There is no time to drag Arnold’s mangled corpse through the streets, so they strip him of anything valuable, Chang murmurs a prayer, Janwillen is hauled up by his armpits and they shuffle back to his dirty hovel. They don’t know where the zombie-things came from, or how or why they appeared. Someone must have set traps around the city to target them, and it looks like a potent spell. Chang and Morty cannot help but recall Arnold’s nightmare before leaving London. His death this evening seems eerily familiar… [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/dream_2.jpg[/img] They spend the night crowded in the tailor shop, too scared to leave, barricading entrances with furniture and ready for anything. Even Oscar Ochenta joins them, and he only met these bastards a few hours ago! He doesn’t question their odd actions, or the cats, or why Morty has blood all over him, or why they insist on staying awake with their guns loaded. Hell, he’s seen this behavior before. It is common in the drug trade. The night passes without incident, but in the morning, Janwillen Vanheuven has actually forgotten who they are. “Eh? What ya want wid me?” But promises of liquor, money, a place to continue his translations, and haven from the cats are easy incentive for the Dutchman. The investigators offer to take him to the Cairo Museum, sure that Dr. Ali Kafour can find the man an empty room to continue his work. All they want in return is more information about the Clive Expedition, and possibly an interview. No, definitely an interview. They want Janwillen to lead them to Memphis. That is the payment for giving him a safe place to complete his translations. And to acquire the book for themselves, which becomes their new goal. Janwillen agrees, so they hand the original Rites back to him and they all leave, tromping across town to the Cairo Museum. Hopefully, Ali Kafour won’t mind what they’re proposing to do. On the way to the museum, Oscar "Ocho" Ochenta notices the withering stare of a beautiful Egyptian woman. His heart flutters from her beauty, her sensuality, but she vanishes into the crowd, and no one else seemed to notice her. [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/Masks/bast2.jpg[/img] Odd, considering her attire. But how fleeting love is, he thinks. She’ll be back for ol’ Oscar. Ocho mentions that a fine woman was watching him, but they don’t make much out of it. Oscar hasn’t proven himself a reliable companion yet. In fact, he’s sort of creepy. At the museum, Dr. Ali Kafour is mildly surprised (and annoyed) that the investigators have brought this drunken, slovenly man as a GUEST into the museum. “This is not a boarding house!” he whispers later when Janwillen is out of earshot. “No,” says Neville Thornbottom, “but these are dire times, sir. In fact, doctor, I would like to suggest that we all stay here. There are several storage rooms in the basement that can be converted. After two attacks so far on these gentlemen I fear that it could happen again. And this…Vanheuven fellow…he needs time to decipher the script. Plus,” he adds slyly, “Someone else can help decipher the scrolls while Janwillen is passed out. Good Lord, the man is in a stupor sixteen hours a day!” Ali Kafour is finally convinced to agree with Neville. The Rites are a major archaeological find, and it IS dangerous running around the city, especially at night. The Museum offers a small amount of magical and material protection. He has the staff rearrange the basement; long enough for the investigators to complete their search in Cairo. Ali also hires someone to translate the Rites of Bast while Janwillen is “sleeping.” The investigators help Janwillen set up a new room complete with writing utensils and a bottle of bourbon. He thanks them profusely, saying that with their assistance he’ll soon wield the most fabulous discovery of the century-- The Black Rites of BAST! “Yeah, wonderful,” mumbles Morty. He’s heard about enough of this crazy :):):):). Boring detective work in New York City never sounded better, but he’s needed here. Something big is happening, and they’re the only ones who know about it. continued next post... [/QUOTE]
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