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[COC] Beyond the Mountains of Madness

Another bead of sweat appears on Antonie's forehead. He doesn't take the time to wipe it away as he always does, he doesn't even notice. Too much of his concentration is focused on the foxy woman beside him, the foxy widow beside him. Confused and a bit clumsily, Antonie pushes himself through the crowd, heading for the table with the coffee and sandwiches.

By god, what is she doing? She's... She's..

Antonie is at a loss for words, trying to rationalize Roxie's behaviour. The two of them have known each other for quite a while and it was clear from the start that she wasn't too hung-up on formalities, but this is a bit too much for the quiet and reserved Antonie.

She's probably just toying with me, like she does with all the others. She must have seen my awkward reaction to that punch of hers, decided to have her fun with me. Stupid, don't let her get to you like that! That must be it, though. -- Either that, or she scored some booze before coming here. I wouldn't be surprised, though I think I would've noticed earlier.

Antonie grabs a sandwich and finds a place where he can hear what's being said by those gathered around Starkweather and Roxie.
Observing the scene from a distance gives him some time to calm. He watches the people around Roxie, that's his job after all. He also keeps a close eye on Roxie, hoping that she doesn't let the situation get out of hand, and trying to see if she shows signs of being buzzed.
 

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"Mmm...China sounds so exotic! I've never been," Roxie spoke with a long sigh full of cigarette smoke. "I've never been outta the U.S. my whole life before I married Joey."

She leaned back the table, resting one hand behind hear and arching her back a bit to command quite a pose in case anyone else wanted to take some pictures. Her eyes traveled up and down Lawson rather offhandedly as if she was admiring a piece of artwork and deciding on its purchase.

"You sound like you been around, Mr. Lawson. And now you're off to Antartica. You musta seen so many things."

What I wouldn't give for a shot of whiskey right now...hmm...I think I still got some in my purse

She poked Rayburn with the toe of her foot. "What about you, Mr. Attitude. You ever step foot outta your hole? Or are you just all talk with nothin' to back it up."
 

As Father Steele walked closer and closer to his objective a strange chill entered his bones. True it was a very cold night, but this sensation was different, it touched his soul and reminded him of the night the horror struck from the deep. He could still hear their screams!!!

They are coming from the water, from the lake, GOD HELP US!!!!!!

As Father Steele looked around he found himself standing still and shaking, in the distance he could see the Amherst Hotel. In an attempt to settle his nerves he patted his revolver, with his left hand, which was concealed under his heavy black cloak. He then gently touched the crucifix hanging about his neck. In his right hand pocket of his cloak he was clutching the strange note, the note was found attached to a sealed envelope at the altar prior to him conducting mass. The note read as follow:

Dear Friend:

Your assistance is urgently needed, it is of extreme importance that Mr. Moore receives the sealed envelope that is attached to this letter. For I am unable to attend and it is imperative that he receives this discourse. Father Steele you should find Mr. Moore inside the hotel conducting interviews in the Great Room. I hate to place this extreme task upon the head of one so true and loyal as you. But you are the only one in the church equipped to handle the evil that plagues my dreams. You have risen thru the ranks quicker than any before you, you’re knowledge of the Occult and your extensive experience and successes in the area of Exorcism compels me to send one such as you on this mission for the church’s sake!!!! Mr Moore will explain what will be required of you in more detail.

ArchBishop Simeon
Holy Roman Catholic Church

“ I don’t like the sound of this” thought father still.

He placed the note into his pocket, and adjusted the hood of his cloak in a position where he could see, while still concealing his own identity. As he entered the hotel a wave of silence seem to sweep the hall. One by one eyes began to fall upon the smallish hooded black figure as he entered the Great Room. This image appeared so out of place to all, but a feeling of comfort accompanied his presence, as Steele approached the table. With no fanfare Father Steele replied.

“ I have been ordered to deliver this sealed envelope to a Mr. Moore and await further instruction as to my task on the behalf of the Holy Roman Catholic Church.”

Father Steele gently laid the sealed envelope on the table relishing the level of concealment his cloak offered.
 
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As he is standing in the hall, leaning against a table, Antonie spots the robed figure walking in. He doesn't need his years of expertise to tell him that something is up... something weird.

Black robe? Doesn't want this face to be known. That's usually not a good sign. Huh, a crucifix? What's a priest doing here?
I'd better get a little closer to Ms. Roxie, never know what might happen.


Antonie looks back at the table with the Mr's Moore and Starkweather. He sees Roxie, taking a long look at the reporter.

Well, at least that's how I know her. Why me though, today? Instinctively, Antonie feels at his arm where Roxie had squeezed him.

As the robed man walks closer to the table in the center of attention, Antonie stuffs the last of his sandwich in his mouth. He also moves in closer, trying to do so without being obvious about it. He holds at about ten feet from Roxie, keeping a close look on the short figure in the black robe.

Stay calm, just make sure you know what's going on and stay close enough to act if things go wrong. Let's see what this man is all about...
 

Mr. Moore looks at the black cloaked figure infront of him and then takes the letter and opens it. After a few moments of reading, a broad grin spreads over his face. "Oh Father Steele, its so good to meet you at last. When ArchBishop Simeon said he had a good man that he suggested go with us, I had no idea it would be you. I have read many of your articles including that masterful work on andean volcanic dynamics in The Geologic Society magazine." Moore extends a hand and shakes Father Steele's with great feeling. Turning to Starkweather, Moore beams. "Just think of it James, we will have the first antarctic expedition with both women and a priest! Just think of the headlines!"
 
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Father Steele watches the expression on the face of the gentleman who reaches for the letter. As the gentleman opens the letter, the expression on his face changes from bewilderment to relief. As Mr. Moore makes his introduction, Father Steele gently reaches up and removes the hood concealing his face and exchanges a handshake with Mr. Moore.

As he does long following red locks are exposed, with eyes so green one could easily mistake the pupil for a blade of grass.

Father Steele then Replies, “The pleasure is mine, but forgive me for I am a little at lost here. What is this talk of an expedition. The Archbishop mention that my services were of great importance but he never mentioned anything concerning an expedition.
 
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"The Arch-Bishop didn't tell you what this was all about? Oh my!" Moore says with a slight smile on his face. "Well several weeks ago, I met the Arch-bishop at a fund raising dinner. We talked about the expedition that Mr. Starkweather and I are planning and that we where looking for skilled people to be apart of it. The Arch-Bishop said he had just the man that we needed and that he would send him around. But you have no idea what expedition do you? Well let me tell you then. We are planning a Antarctic Expedition of exploration and discovery. We are going to trace the progess of the Lake Expedition of a few years ago and beyond. We are of need of a noted geologist such as yourself and hopefully you could provide much needed moral support and guidance! It's a chance of a lifetime! What do you say?"

With that Starkweather who has been listening to Moore's speach chimes in. "Come on man!! We are of need of your services!! Who else is going to look after the spirital well being of over 30 men in a distant and remote land!"
 

>>>>She poked Rayburn with the toe of her foot. "What about you, Mr. Attitude. You ever step foot outta your hole? Or are you just all talk with nothin' to back it up."<<<<<<<



Taken slightly aback by the change in attitude

"Ahem, yes, well. I dare say I am well travelled as anyone here. Perhaps even more so, but I went into . . .into. . .ah, a sort of vacation for a short time after visiting South America."

Mutters to himself quietly, "Yes, a vacation."

"The lure of this venture, however, drew me out of catharsis, and I have returned to the world of international travel and derring-do."

Pauses a moment, then adds "What brings you on this trip?"

Looks up and notices the entering priest

"Dear, lord. I do hope we aren't going to have a group prayer before setting off."
 

As you talk and get some refreshments, a group of men begin talking about the Mistakonic Univeristy's Expedition of 1930-31. You stop to listen as the men recount it's exploits and fate.

The expedition landed at Ross Island in the Ross Sea. After several tests of the drilling gear and trips to Mt. Erebus and other local sights., the land party, consisting of 20 men and 55 dogs plus gear, assemble a semi-permanent camp on the barrier no far away and readied their five big Dornier aircraft for flight.

Using four of the aircraft, the fifth held in reserve at the barrier camp, the party established a second base camp on the Polar Plateau beyond the top of the Beardmore Glacier and did a lot more drilling and blasting in that vicinity. Many fascinating fossil finds where made using the drilling rig.

On January 6, 1931, Lake, Dyer, Pabodie, Daniels, and ten other men flew directly over the South Pole in two aircraft, being forced down once for several hours by high winds. The published plan for the expedition at this point was to move the entire operation eastward another 500 miles in mid-January, for the purposes of establishing once and for all whether Antarctica was one continent or two. The public also recieved word during this period that Lake, the biologist, campaigned strongly for an expedition to the northwest before moving the base camp. Therefore, instead of flying west on the 10th of January as planned, the party remained where it was while Lake, Pabodie, and five others set out via sled to prode overland into unknown lands. This expedition lasted from January 11th through the 18th, and was scientificly successful and marred only by the loss of two dogs in an accident while crossing a pressure ridge.

The expedition's planned agenda was changed once again when it was decided to send a very large party northeastward under Lake's command. The party left Beardmore by aircraft on January 22nd, and radioed frequent reports directly to the Arkham for rebroadcast to the world. The party consisted of 4 planes, 12 men, and 36 dogs, and the drilling and blasting equipment. Later that same day the expedition landed about 300 miles east and drilled and blasted up a new set of samples, containing some very exciting Cambrian fossils.

Late that same day, about 10 p.m. Lake's party annouced the sighting of a new mountain range far higher than any heretofore seen in Antarctica. It was described as a very broad range with suspicions of volcanism present. One of the planes was forced down in the foothills and damaged on landing. Two other craft landed there as well and set up camp. Lake and Carroll, in the fourth plane, flew along the new range for a short while up close. Very strange angular formations, columns, and spiracles were reported on the highest peaks. Lake estimated the range peaks may top 35, 000 feet. Dyer called back to the ships and ordered the crew to ready large amounts of supplies for shipment to the new base which would have to be set up in the foothills of the new range.

January 23rd - Lake commented on the likelihood of vicious gales in the region, and announced that that they were beginning a drilling probe near the new camp. It was agreed that one plane would fly back to the Beardmore camp to pick up the remaining men and all the fuel it could carry. Dyer told Lake that he and his men would be ready in another 24 hours.
The rest of that same day was filled with fantastic, exciting news that rocked the scientific world. A borehole had drilled through into a cave, and blasting had opened up the hole wide enough to enter. The interior of the limestone cave was a treasure trove of wonderful fossil finds in unprecedented quantity. After this discovery, the messages no longer came from Lake but where dictated from notes that Lake wrote while at the digsite and sent to the transmitter by runner.

Into the afternoon the reports poured in. Amazing amounts of material were found itn the hole, some as old as the Silurian and Ordovician ages, some as recent as the Oligocene period. Nothing was found more recent than 300 million years ago. Fowler dicovered trianglar stipple-prints in a Comanchian fossil stratum that were close cousins to ones discoverd by Lake himself elsewhere on the continent.

Later that evening - Orrendorf and Watkins discovered a huge barrel shaped fossil of wholly unknown nature. Mineral salts apparently perserved the specimen with minimal calcification for a unknown period of time. Unusual flexibility remained in the tissues, though they were extremely tough. The creature was over six feet in length an seems to have possessed membraneous fins or wings.

Close to Midnight - Lake broadcast to the world that the new barrelbodied animals where the same creatures that had left the triangular prints in the fossil strata form the Archaean to the Comanchian eras. Mills, Boudreau, and Fowler found a cluster of thirteen more of the specimens about forty feet from the entrance, in asociation with a number of small oddly shaped soapstone carvings. Several of the new specimens were more intact than the first, including a intact head and feet samples that convinced Lake that the creatures were the track makers. Lake intended to dissect one, then get some rest and see Dyer and the others in a day or two.

January 24th, 3 a.m. - Lake reported that the fourteen specimens had been brought back by sled from the dig site to the main camp and laid out in the snow. The fossils were extremely heavy and also very tough. He jokingly named the creatures the "elder ones".

Last report, about 4 am. - Strong winds rising, all hands at Lake's camp were set to building hurried snow barricades for the dogs and the vehicles. As a probable storm was on the way, air flight was out of the question for the moment. Lake went to bed exhausted.

No further word was received from Lake's camp. Huge storms that morning threatened to bury even Dyer's camp. At first it was assumed that Lake's radio was out, but continued silence form all four transmitter sets was worrisome. Dyer called up the spare plane from McMurdo to join him at Beardmore once the storm had subsided.

January 25th - Dyer's rescue expedition left Beardmore with 10 men, 7 dogs, a sled, and a lot of hope, piloted by McTighe. They took off at 7:15 a.m. and were at Lake's camp by noon. Several upper-air currents make the journyey difficult.

4 p.m. the same day - A radio annoucement was sent to the world that Lake's entire party had been killed, and the camp was all but obliterated by incredibly fierce winds the night before. Gedney's body wa missing, presumed carried off by the wind; the remained of the team were dead and so grievously torn and mangled that transportation of the remains was out of the question. Lake's dogs were also dead; Dyer's own dogs were extremely uneasy around the camp and the few remains of Lake's specimens. It was decided that an expedition in a lightened plane would fly into the higher peaks fo the range before everyone returned home.

January 26th - Early morning report by Dyer talked about his trip with Danforth into the mountains. He described the increadible difficulty in gaining the altitude necessary to reach even the lowest of the passes at 24,000 feet; he confirmed Lake's opinion that the higher peaks were of very primal strata unchanged since at least Comanchiam times. He discussed the large cubiod formations on the mountainsides, and mentioned that approaches to these passes seemed quite navigable by ground parties but that the rarefied air make breathing at those heights a very real problem. Dyer described the land beyond the mountain pass as a "lofty and immense super-plateau as ancient and unchanging as the mountains themselves - twenty thousand feet in elevation, with grotesque rock formations protruding through a thin glacial layer and with low gradual foothills between the general plateau surface and the sheer precipices of the highest peaks. The Dyer group spent the rest of the day burying the bodies and collecting books, notes, etc., for the trip home.

January 27th - Dyer's party returned to Beardmore and then the expedition packed and left soon after that.


The whole room is quiet as the story is finished. The long pause is broken by a cough and everyone starts to move again and low converstaions begin again in the large room.
 
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Father Steele looks Mr. Moore squarely in the eyes and states: "so you plan to retrace the path of the first expedition and pick up where they left off"

He continues:

"Hmmm....
I have reservations about this being quite that simple, but the archbishop has already appointted me to this.....uh....expedition, and so I pledge to lend you all of my mental, spiritual, and scientific expertise."

"Count me In"
 
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