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<blockquote data-quote="Nebulous" data-source="post: 4140434" data-attributes="member: 31465"><p><strong>Adventure #22: A Serious Problem</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 15px">Adventure #22: A Serious Problem</span></strong></p><p></p><p>The next morning Chad, Chang, Lester and Father Salvatore decide that even though Tandoor Singh is in jail, he just poses too much of a threat. He tried to burn them up multiple times, and now revenge is in the air.</p><p></p><p>They decide to kill him. </p><p></p><p>Lester is not too sure about this plan initially, but Chad bullies him into submission by calling him a “wimp”, a “portly busybody,” and an “academic ass****.” Their plan boils down to this: since Tandoor can’t escape from an enclosed prison room, they will funnel poisonous gas from a rare jungle concoction into the chamber. How do they make this concoction? Well, that turns out to be easier than they thought. </p><p></p><p>Silent Joe has already told them that a relative of his, an elderly shaman named Old Bundari, might be very interested in hearing about their endeavors, especially killing the ghouls. So, they ask Silent Joe to take them to Old Bundari. They load into a truck and rattle out of Nairobi, out into the verdant countryside, chasing down the occasional herds of wild elk and moose. </p><p></p><p>Once they arrive in the small town of Boyova, Silent Joe gets out and says that he will contact Old Bundari. The investigators wait in the hot car while dozens of children surround the vehicle, peering into the windows. Chad and Lester start to get nervous. Chad doesn’t like kids anyway, and these little Kenyan boys and girls are staring at them with wide, expressionless brown eyes. Small handprints are all over the windows. </p><p></p><p>Father Salvatore slowly loads shells into his shotgun. He’s getting worried too, and the expressionless gazes from these creepy kids are really starting to get under his skin. “Back off!” he shouts. “Give us some space!” They kids don’t listen, and then a few of them jump on the roof, dancing up and down. Others start rocking the truck back and forth, and the stunned investigators suddenly realize that they’ve been led straight into a trap!</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/random/kids.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>“RUN FOR IT!” bellows Chad Slambody. He kicks a door open, slamming three children into the dirt, and he bullrushes three more out of the way. Small hands grapple Chad from every side, but he punches them. Father Salvatore tries to clamber out as well, but when kids plug the hole, he mercilessly blasts them apart with his shotgun. Chang isn’t taking any chances either, so he sparks a stick of dynamite and throws it into the crowd. Children are obliterated in a wave of smoke and fire, and grinning ruefully, Chang remembers how much he loves being an amoral investigator. </p><p></p><p>Chubby Lester Cobblebottom tries to fight his way out too, but he is overpowered by small lean bodies. Children start pulling his hair, biting his ears and tug his pants down around his ankles so that he trips. He clambers onward like a turtle, laden with half a dozen bodies hammering their fists on him. “You’re…hurting me!” he cries. </p><p></p><p>Silent Joe suddenly appears, laughing maniacally, and for some reason he wields deadly handaxes in each hand, and immediately throws them at Chad Slambody. Chad deflects the first, but suffers the second handaxe piercing his thigh, but then he unloads both barrels of his shotgun into Silent Joe’s face. His head erupts into a bloom of blood and spurting fluid, but he doesn’t go down! </p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/random/evil.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>A hissing, amorphous tentacle writhes out of Joe’s neck hole, and he staggers toward Chad, hands outstretched like a ravenous zombie. </p><p></p><p>“Kill that thing, Chang!” he shouts. But Chang is already on the ball, and after vaulting a defensive wave of kids, Chang slams another stick of dynamite down the Silent “Slimy” Joe’s neck hole. The abomination staggers and then explodes into a rich red shower of intestinal goo. </p><p></p><p>With half of the evil children destroyed, Chad, Chang and Father Salvatore beat the rest of the little bastards from Lester. Both of his ears have been chewed off by this point, but they wrap gauze around his head to stem the flow of blood. They look all around, but everyone in the village seems to have fled, and they don’t have the car keys. But they see a single plume of smoke rising from a hut, and they surmise that this must be the abode of the warlock Old Bundari. Reloading their ammunition, they advance. </p><p></p><p>The dome-shaped hut is constructed from mud and wood, and it is suitably vulnerable to dynamite. Two rounds later, all that is left is a gaping hole in the ground. </p><p></p><p>“You want some more?” screams Chad to the sky. “Huh? Huh? COME GET SOME OF MY BOOMSTICK!” </p><p></p><p>But they seem to have either driven off or killed everyone that might be a threat. They quickly ransack the rest of the village and find:</p><p></p><p>1) Joe’s car keys.</p><p>2) 5 barrels of fermented ale</p><p>3) 100 gp, 342 cp, 3 pp</p><p>4) Rare mixtures of jungle herbs, oils and brews labeled with skulls. </p><p></p><p>Piling back into the truck, they return to Nairobi, only slowing down to run over elk that get in their way. Once they arrive back at Mrs. Natalie Smyth-Forbes house she tends her wounded lover, but there’s not much to do for eaten ears. She says that she is a talented seamstress though, and might be able to stitch him some new ones. </p><p></p><p>The investigators then take the rare poisonous plants, herbs and tonics gained from the village, and start mixing them. They are careful to wear masks while they do this, and a good thing, because once they burn a practice batch, they kill every plant in Natalie’s home. Nodding grimly to each other, now they put the final phase of their plan into motion. Using the cover of night, Chad strips naked and oils himself up, and slithers like a black mamba to the jailhouse. Chang pulls up nearby with a few barrels of their concoction, and they attached a plastic tent and hoses to the ventilation system on the back of the jailhouse, and light the poisonous material with Bunsen burners. </p><p></p><p>The green gas begins pumping out, and within minutes police officers are staggering into the night, choking and rolling around and gagging. Their lips are purple and their faces hideously swollen. Chad feels a smidgen of remorse, so he cuts all of their throats with a pranga as they come out the front door. Lester, Salvator, Chang and Chad all have gas masks on, and this was also a good plan, because they gravely miscalculate how much poison they are actually using. It spills out of the jailhouse and inundates the streets of Nairobi. Animals start falling over dead. Cars bump off curbs and smash into windows. Pedestrians drop dead in their tracks. And STILL the gas keeps spreading!</p><p></p><p>By morning the streets and homes of Nairobi are quiet as death, and the investigators stand in the midst of a greenish haze. Eventually the sun burns off of the poison, and they strip their masks away. </p><p></p><p>“Do you think we got him?” asks Salvatore. </p><p></p><p>“Only one way to be sure,” says Chang, so he plants more dynamite around the jailhouse and sends it to Hell in a thunderous wave of flame and shattered granite. </p><p></p><p>“Now what?” asks Lester. “Everyone’s dead.”</p><p></p><p>This seems as a good as time as any to become the new Lords of Nairobi, and wait out the End Times rather than actually trying to confront M’Weru at the Mountain of the Black Wind. About a week later a particularly horrible storm ravages the countryside, and the investigators are pretty sure the Spawn was born and has assumed its place in the world, but that’s not really their concern anymore.</p><p></p><p>The investigators have gained control of the railway and rule Nairobi with an iron fist. Man-whores are shipped in for Chad; Chang practices his demolition skills on entire herds of farm animals; Lester moans a lot and complains that Natalie no longer finds him attractive without ears; and Father Salvatore decides to abandon his faith and become a cleric of Nyarlahotep. </p><p></p><p>Not the way I would have finished the campaign, but what the hell. </p><p></p><p>THE END</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nebulous, post: 4140434, member: 31465"] [b]Adventure #22: A Serious Problem[/b] [b][size=4] Adventure #22: A Serious Problem[/size][/b] The next morning Chad, Chang, Lester and Father Salvatore decide that even though Tandoor Singh is in jail, he just poses too much of a threat. He tried to burn them up multiple times, and now revenge is in the air. They decide to kill him. Lester is not too sure about this plan initially, but Chad bullies him into submission by calling him a “wimp”, a “portly busybody,” and an “academic ass****.” Their plan boils down to this: since Tandoor can’t escape from an enclosed prison room, they will funnel poisonous gas from a rare jungle concoction into the chamber. How do they make this concoction? Well, that turns out to be easier than they thought. Silent Joe has already told them that a relative of his, an elderly shaman named Old Bundari, might be very interested in hearing about their endeavors, especially killing the ghouls. So, they ask Silent Joe to take them to Old Bundari. They load into a truck and rattle out of Nairobi, out into the verdant countryside, chasing down the occasional herds of wild elk and moose. Once they arrive in the small town of Boyova, Silent Joe gets out and says that he will contact Old Bundari. The investigators wait in the hot car while dozens of children surround the vehicle, peering into the windows. Chad and Lester start to get nervous. Chad doesn’t like kids anyway, and these little Kenyan boys and girls are staring at them with wide, expressionless brown eyes. Small handprints are all over the windows. Father Salvatore slowly loads shells into his shotgun. He’s getting worried too, and the expressionless gazes from these creepy kids are really starting to get under his skin. “Back off!” he shouts. “Give us some space!” They kids don’t listen, and then a few of them jump on the roof, dancing up and down. Others start rocking the truck back and forth, and the stunned investigators suddenly realize that they’ve been led straight into a trap! [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/random/kids.jpg[/img] “RUN FOR IT!” bellows Chad Slambody. He kicks a door open, slamming three children into the dirt, and he bullrushes three more out of the way. Small hands grapple Chad from every side, but he punches them. Father Salvatore tries to clamber out as well, but when kids plug the hole, he mercilessly blasts them apart with his shotgun. Chang isn’t taking any chances either, so he sparks a stick of dynamite and throws it into the crowd. Children are obliterated in a wave of smoke and fire, and grinning ruefully, Chang remembers how much he loves being an amoral investigator. Chubby Lester Cobblebottom tries to fight his way out too, but he is overpowered by small lean bodies. Children start pulling his hair, biting his ears and tug his pants down around his ankles so that he trips. He clambers onward like a turtle, laden with half a dozen bodies hammering their fists on him. “You’re…hurting me!” he cries. Silent Joe suddenly appears, laughing maniacally, and for some reason he wields deadly handaxes in each hand, and immediately throws them at Chad Slambody. Chad deflects the first, but suffers the second handaxe piercing his thigh, but then he unloads both barrels of his shotgun into Silent Joe’s face. His head erupts into a bloom of blood and spurting fluid, but he doesn’t go down! [img]http://www.med.unc.edu/~saasha/random/evil.jpg[/img] A hissing, amorphous tentacle writhes out of Joe’s neck hole, and he staggers toward Chad, hands outstretched like a ravenous zombie. “Kill that thing, Chang!” he shouts. But Chang is already on the ball, and after vaulting a defensive wave of kids, Chang slams another stick of dynamite down the Silent “Slimy” Joe’s neck hole. The abomination staggers and then explodes into a rich red shower of intestinal goo. With half of the evil children destroyed, Chad, Chang and Father Salvatore beat the rest of the little bastards from Lester. Both of his ears have been chewed off by this point, but they wrap gauze around his head to stem the flow of blood. They look all around, but everyone in the village seems to have fled, and they don’t have the car keys. But they see a single plume of smoke rising from a hut, and they surmise that this must be the abode of the warlock Old Bundari. Reloading their ammunition, they advance. The dome-shaped hut is constructed from mud and wood, and it is suitably vulnerable to dynamite. Two rounds later, all that is left is a gaping hole in the ground. “You want some more?” screams Chad to the sky. “Huh? Huh? COME GET SOME OF MY BOOMSTICK!” But they seem to have either driven off or killed everyone that might be a threat. They quickly ransack the rest of the village and find: 1) Joe’s car keys. 2) 5 barrels of fermented ale 3) 100 gp, 342 cp, 3 pp 4) Rare mixtures of jungle herbs, oils and brews labeled with skulls. Piling back into the truck, they return to Nairobi, only slowing down to run over elk that get in their way. Once they arrive back at Mrs. Natalie Smyth-Forbes house she tends her wounded lover, but there’s not much to do for eaten ears. She says that she is a talented seamstress though, and might be able to stitch him some new ones. The investigators then take the rare poisonous plants, herbs and tonics gained from the village, and start mixing them. They are careful to wear masks while they do this, and a good thing, because once they burn a practice batch, they kill every plant in Natalie’s home. Nodding grimly to each other, now they put the final phase of their plan into motion. Using the cover of night, Chad strips naked and oils himself up, and slithers like a black mamba to the jailhouse. Chang pulls up nearby with a few barrels of their concoction, and they attached a plastic tent and hoses to the ventilation system on the back of the jailhouse, and light the poisonous material with Bunsen burners. The green gas begins pumping out, and within minutes police officers are staggering into the night, choking and rolling around and gagging. Their lips are purple and their faces hideously swollen. Chad feels a smidgen of remorse, so he cuts all of their throats with a pranga as they come out the front door. Lester, Salvator, Chang and Chad all have gas masks on, and this was also a good plan, because they gravely miscalculate how much poison they are actually using. It spills out of the jailhouse and inundates the streets of Nairobi. Animals start falling over dead. Cars bump off curbs and smash into windows. Pedestrians drop dead in their tracks. And STILL the gas keeps spreading! By morning the streets and homes of Nairobi are quiet as death, and the investigators stand in the midst of a greenish haze. Eventually the sun burns off of the poison, and they strip their masks away. “Do you think we got him?” asks Salvatore. “Only one way to be sure,” says Chang, so he plants more dynamite around the jailhouse and sends it to Hell in a thunderous wave of flame and shattered granite. “Now what?” asks Lester. “Everyone’s dead.” This seems as a good as time as any to become the new Lords of Nairobi, and wait out the End Times rather than actually trying to confront M’Weru at the Mountain of the Black Wind. About a week later a particularly horrible storm ravages the countryside, and the investigators are pretty sure the Spawn was born and has assumed its place in the world, but that’s not really their concern anymore. The investigators have gained control of the railway and rule Nairobi with an iron fist. Man-whores are shipped in for Chad; Chang practices his demolition skills on entire herds of farm animals; Lester moans a lot and complains that Natalie no longer finds him attractive without ears; and Father Salvatore decides to abandon his faith and become a cleric of Nyarlahotep. Not the way I would have finished the campaign, but what the hell. THE END [/QUOTE]
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