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Yeats nods to Trevor. "The favor I would ask is that you gentlemen would -- if you're willing, of course -- play spy for the Order and check in on Mathers? See what he's doing, try to ascertain what his feelings towards our group in London are, that sort of thing. And I think that a visit to...

Either could work well. Given the findings of the Miskatonic Expedition, an archaeologist and especially a palaeo-botanist would come in very handy. Yup, I wanted to get one more, so you're in. To recap, here's the player list, along with a character idea if I know one. 1. LogicsFate 2...

"First, in answer to your question, Diggory -- leadership would fall to the highest-ranking members, so at present Ms. Farr and Mr. Waite are filling in." He turns to Trevor. "As to your questions, you're quite right, and this would seem to have little bearing on your interests at present...

I'm not interested because I don't have a Dustbox.

No one gets possessed by any weird critters and gets the urge to build a UFO in the woodshed... ;) Although, come to think of it, isn't The Thing really a shoggoth? It's assumed in the scenario that some of the events of the novel are public knowledge -- most, actually, except for the...

It's assumed in the scenario that some of the events of the novel are public knowledge -- most, actually, except for the nitty-gritty Cthulhu bits. IE the public knows that the expedition found revolutionary fossils, nothing about the elder things or shoggoths. Or TEKELI-LI...

"Yeats. Truly? My wife is a great aficianado of the theater. Your name is well-known in our house," Longtree says in greeting. "I thank you for your kind words, Inspector," Yeats says, nodding to Longtree. "Of course. Come, we shall find somewhere to eat dinner and then we shall discuss...

Hoagar and Moon's Brand drag the unconscious guard into one of the cells, pausing only to snatch the keys as Jesabela and Skimmer move out through the corridor. "Captain Kazan!" you hear Skimmer hiss and a moment later comes a weak, mumbled reply. The pirate stops in front of a darkened cell...

William perks up in the middle of Jibril's statement and speaks once the artist is done. "If those things bore the same symbol as Jackson... do you think that may mean... Jackson is now one of those things?"

That's right, I'm going to attempt to run the mother of all Call of Cthulhu campaigns, which I received just recently from Chaosium, who had old copies on sale on their website for $35 or so (and they sold out quick!). So -- taking interest for now, and I'll give you character generation...

I think there was a case in France around the turn of the century or in the late 1800s where there was a guy with a second head growing out of his forehead. He made his living in, surprise, a circus. Apropos of little to nothing, the Elephant Man was formerly employed as a door-to-door...

The man says nothing, but nods vigorously, or as vigorously as is possible having the barrel of a gun jammed into an open wound. He puts his hands behind his head as ordered and awaits Pike's questions. The vehicle is unoccupied.

(house group) "Village is bad," the pale man says in answer to Benara. "Why...company..." Seeing Soulsong and Benara looking at the red book lying on his floor, he picks it up, holds it out and grins. At Gorgamesh's words, though, he rushes out of the door and onto a small porch. He sniffs...

Jesabela slips through the halls and sneaks up on the lone guardsman. He turns, having heard her, but too late to avoid the Gallowbrush-soaked rag even now closing around his mouth and nostrils. He gasps a few times, and falls senseless to the ground. Once the guard falls, Skimmer moves out...

"Certainly, Baron," the clerk says, pocketing the money. "I'll let you know if I see her about." The men make their way to the station and are met there by Dr. Willoughby. "I think Mr. Vaughn shall be alright, his condition has stabilized. I brought him into town to get him to a proper...

Believe it or not, I lost my DnD virginity to a bone golem.

Diggory fumbles with the key, and in a moment the trapdoor springs open. Inside are two books -- one a large, extremely old one the size of the world atlases found in libraries, with the name Oedipus Aegypancus on the spine, the other a smaller tome published by Bridewell of London. It is...

"Not much more than that," William says. "We had the knife in hand, and like an interested customer I asked Mr. N'kwane what it was, from which tribe, things a collector would ask. Then, as we were paying for it, he got a spear and a few men attacked us. I killed one of them." He shudders as...

"Blast!" Barrick half-shouts and then, looking towards the Jedi Master, apologizes for the show of frustration. "We can't see what those things are. Do you have any communication lines open to the ones on the ground? We should let them know about this."

OOC: I'm all for the church.