Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

Gomez · Sep 11, 2004

yangnome said:
"Yes, how are you doing today sir. You look busy, I'm not disturbing you or anything am I?"

[OOC: Description of the men?]

Father O'Malley glances into the warehouse at the men working inside. He notices that they are all white and look like normal working joes. The man in the office turns to you. "We are always busy here, Father. Your not disturbing me though. Your not here to take my confession or anything like that are you?" he says with a smile.

Maerdwyn said:
Jibril looks around for some signs of specifics about the business - coutries the imports are from, type of imports, etc. He wears a noncommital smile.

Looking around Jibirl cannot really tell what kinds imports they have here as most of the crates and boxes are unopened. He does see on the crate at the man's feet a address labeled Venice Italy. Peaking inside the open crate he sees what looks to be pieces of china.

yangnome · Sep 11, 2004

"Well, I'm not here to take your confession unless you want to give it...then I always have time," Father O'Malley says with a grin.

"Anyway, we're looking for somebody, a man my friend did some business with recently. Perhaps you can help us find him?" Father O'Malley pulls out the card with the name writen on it and hands it to the man.

Gomez · Sep 11, 2004

yangnome said:
"Well, I'm not here to take your confession unless you want to give it...then I always have time," Father O'Malley says with a grin.

"Anyway, we're looking for somebody, a man my friend did some business with recently. Perhaps you can help us find him?" Father O'Malley pulls out the card with the name writen on it and hands it to the man.

The man takes the card and looks at it front and back. "Silas N'Kwane? Humm, your the second person to ask me about Mr. N'Kwane this week. Oh, I am Arthur Emerson, I own and manage this place." he says as he shakes Father O'Malley's hand.

Isida Kep'Tukari · Sep 11, 2004

Gomez said:
At the mention of Elias, a sorrowful look spreads across the young lady's face. He looks down at her desk for a few seconds and then dabs her eye with a handkerchief. She gathers herself and looks back up. "No, I don't know a Miriam Atwright but if your friends of Mr. Elias, you should talk to Mr. Kensington. Let me see if he can see you now." She stands up and goes to a open office behind her desk and talks to a red headed gentleman there. He stands up and walks out of his office and greets you. "I am Jonah Kensington, owner and chief editor of Propero House. You're here about Jackson, I believe?"

"Yes, I'm afraid we are. So terrible..." Miriam says, wiping at her eyes with a handkerchief, her fashionable coat tucked close around her as if the room chills her. "We came across this letter when... we went to see him," she says with a sniffle. "He called myself and some friends of mine to meet him, and we're trying to put together his last wishes," she says with a brave, teary smile. "I don't suppose you can make heads or tails out of this?" Miriam hands Jonah her copied letter. "I'm Miriam by the by, Mr. Kensington. Miriam LeGou."

Gomez · Sep 11, 2004

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"Yes, I'm afraid we are. So terrible..." Miriam says, wiping at her eyes with a handkerchief, her fashionable coat tucked close around her as if the room chills her. "We came across this letter when... we went to see him," she says with a sniffle. "He called myself and some friends of mine to meet him, and we're trying to put together his last wishes," she says with a brave, teary smile. "I don't suppose you can make heads or tails out of this?" Miriam hands Jonah her copied letter. "I'm Miriam by the by, Mr. Kensington. Miriam LeGou."

"Please to meet you Mrs. LeGou. Here, come into my office and we can talk there." says Kensington. "Miss Woolgate, please bring us some coffee, if you would be most kind."

You go into Mr. Kensington's office and sit. After a few moments, the young secretary brings to cups of hot coffee. "I talked to the police this morning about Jackson. Seeing that he had no relatives to speak of and that I am the executor of his will, they told me quite abit about what happened last night. I knew Jackson's work brought him into dangerous situations and that someday an old enemy might catch up with him or else that Elias' new project was even more important and dangerous that Jackson himself believed. You were the one's who found him then?"

Isida Kep'Tukari · Sep 11, 2004

"I'm afraid so. We saw those terrible men that killed him," Miriam says, her voice catching in a sob. "They cut him so terribly. He had asked us there for some purpose, and I simply wish to know what he wanted of us before he died."

yangnome · Sep 11, 2004

"Its a pleasure to meet you Mr Emerson. You say I'm the second peron seeking Mr. N'Kwane? He must be quite popular then. Are you able ot put us in touch with him??"

Gomez · Sep 12, 2004

Ulysses Livermore and Jack Chance

The taxi driver was quite and efficent. After some 15 minutes, he stops on Lexington Avenue near 35th street. "Here you go bub!" You pay the man and step out of the taxi. You see a sign above a nearby doorway that says Prospero House. Just as you are about to walk up to the door, a shabbly dressed man who smells of cheap bourbon steps infront of you. He doesn't even seem to notice that you are there. He appears to be headed to the same door that you are.

Andrew D. Gable · Sep 12, 2004

Gomez said:
"You were the one's who found him then?"

"Unfortunately, we were," William says. "We had all - there's a few others, who are not with us right now - been called by Mr. Elias, who indicated he had some information on that Carlyle fellow. And then we found him like that." After a moment, he pulls a sheet of paper from his pocket and unfolds it. "We found a telegram among Elias' papers. The telegram was from this company, from a... Ms. Cartwright?"

Gomez · Sep 12, 2004

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"I'm afraid so. We saw those terrible men that killed him," Miriam says, her voice catching in a sob. "They cut him so terribly. He had asked us there for some purpose, and I simply wish to know what he wanted of us before he died."

"For the past 7 months, Jackson had been working on something to do with the Carlyle Expedition. As for the letter from Mrs. Atwright, he has most of his mail sent here. Jackson came by a couple of days ago and he picked up his correspondence. He also gave me some more of his notes to keep." Just as the secretary is about to leave the room after bringing the coffee. Mr. Kensington tells her. "Miss Woolgate, will you get the Elias correspondence file for me please." After a few moments, she brings in a thick folder.

"I recieved this letter for Jackson from Kenya last August." He hands you a letter.

OOC: In case you cannot read the letter. I will post a copy in the OOC thread.

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