[D20 CoC] Beyond the Mountains of Madness Campaign - Prologue

jdeleski

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"Little by little they rose grimly into the western sky; allowing us to witness various bare,
bleak and blackened summits...in the reddish Antarctic light against the provocative
background of iridescent ice-dust clouds. In the whole spectacle there was a persistent,
pervasive hint of stupendous secrecy and potential revelation...I could not help feeling
that they were evil things--mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over
some accursed ultimate abyss."
--H.P. Lovecraft

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In September of 1930, researchers from Arkham’s Miskatonic University, led by
Professors Dyer and Lake, set sail for the Antarctic continent on a bold venture of
exploration and discovery. Two months later they landed in Antarctica near Ross Island;
twenty men, fifty-five dogs, and five large Dornier aeroplanes were set upon the ice.
Their mission was to survey a geologic history of the Earth’s last frontier, to chart from
the air where no human foot had stepped, and to determine at last, once and for all,
whether Antarctica was indeed one land mass or several.

In much of this they were successful. From November of 1930 until mid-January of 1931,
the expedition achieved goal after goal, milestone after milestone. Aerial explorations
flew over and mapped thousands of square miles of previously unexplored territory. Sled
teams took core samples from scattered spots over nearly a quarter of the continent.
However, history does not remember the Miskatonic Expedition for its successes, but for
its final tragic failure.

The end of the expedition came just as the team seemed on the brink of their most
spectacular triumph. On January 23rd, a large party led by Professor Lake, broke through
into an unbelievable treasure-trove of ancient bones and fossils in a series of caverns at
the foot of a hitherto-unknown mountain range. For 2 days, they explored the caves,
bringing up specimen after specimen, some utterly unlike any living things that have ever
been studied by science. Then they were never heard from again; all were believed killed
by a tremendous Antarctic gale that swept the campsite on January 24th. A rescue
mission the following day found only silence and a few pathetic remains of the tragedy.

Now, in March 1933, a new expedition is forming, intent upon a return to that forbidding
Antarctic plateau and Lake’s campsight. British world explorer James Starkweather and
American geologist William Moore have joined forces to attack the Antarctic. The two
men have experience with harsh environments, both having traveled in the Himalayas, and
Starkweather on the Arctic ice cap as well. Their stated goal is to return to the high, cold
interior of the Antarctic continent and to finish the work that Lake and the other began
three years ago. The two are gathering a team of scientists and technical experts whom
they believe will allow them to succeed despite the dangers.

Thus begins the next chapter in those Mountains of Madness.

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The Recruiting Office can be found here.
A history of our events and evidence can be found here

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The Shaman

First Post
March 2, 1933

Mr. James Starkweather
Amherst Hotel
New York City, New York
USA

Sir:

Please allow this letter to serve as an introduction to your acquaintance.

My name is Fráncisco Guerini and I am writing to you regarding your exploration of the Antarctic interior. I wish to offer my service to your fine expedition.

I have spent recent years in the service of Señor Reichert and Padre De Agostini in the exploration of the Hielo Patagonico Sur, including the first ascent of Cerro Mayo and the reconnaissance of the Upsala and Bertacchi glaciers and the Fitz Roy group. I have demonstrated my skills as a mountaineer and guide and have rendered my best service to each great man.

I am a member of the Club Andino de Chile and can offer many fine references of my skill as requested. I speak most excellent English as taught by my British mother.

I look forward to the honour of your reply.

With sincerity,

Fráncisco Guerini

Fráncisco Guerini
Hosteria Las Torres
Punta Arenas
Chile
 

jdeleski

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Francisco Guerini Invite

May 30, 1933​







My dear Fráncisco Guerini,​

Thank you for your letter of the 28th. It gives me great pleasure in accepting your application to become a team member of the Starkweather—Moore Expedition of 1933.

You have been among rare company indeed, Mr. Guerini! As you might expect, I am very familiar with the Patagonian explorations of Dr. Frederico Reichert, known warmly as the Father of climbing, and also of Father Alberto. In the land Magellan named after the mythical, giant-sized men that once roamed there, none stood taller than Padre de Agostini! I eagerly look forward to our coming discussions of your exploits on those famous glaciers.

Your amazing accomplishments in the field with these fine leaders would have guaranteed you a place in any case, but your historic induction into the Club Andino de Chile has marked you as but one of a select few men whom Dame Nature, in all her mysterious wisdom, has chosen as the templates upon which a new breed of explorers will be formed. Mark my words, Sir! No normal man would tempt the frozen bleaks of the South in the manner that we do, for a normal man would surely perish in the attempt. You and I are not normal men, Sir, and afterwards the whole world shall know it. Shackleton failed to land on the South Continent and spent a long, cold, frozen year on the ice, and he was feted as a hero. Think what the world will think of us, for surely we will outdo him!

Please be so kind as to join us at our suite here at the Amherst on September 1st.

Sincerely,

James Starkweather

Expedition Leader









Amherst HoteL​


8th Avenue and 44th STreeT
New York City, New York







 
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Morpheus

Exploring Ptolus
March 2, 1933

Mr. James Starkweather
Amherst Hotel
New York City, New York
USA


Dear Mr. Starkweather,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. My name is Martin LeBlanc and I am writing to offer my services to your expedition in the primary role of photographer. I also have some talent as a journalist and I would be willing to do either of these tasks (or both) as the situation required. Enclosed are several articles and pictures that I have done.
I have been published in several periodicals-the most recent being the September issue of National Geographic. The article is entitled The Lost Incas and was the centerpiece of that issue. I spent several months in the Andes for that article and acquired some acclimation to hostile environments. I believe that you wil find me to be the calibre of man you are seeking.
I have several references as needed. I look forward to your reply.

Sincerely,

Martin LeBlanc
27 Imperial Place
Montreal, Quebec
Canada
 

jdeleski

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Martin LeBlanc Invite

May 30, 1933​







Martin LeBlanc
27 Imperial Place
Montreal, Quebec
Canada

Dear Marin LeBlanc

Thank you for your letter of the 28th. It is indeed a pleasure to accept your application to become a team member of the Starkweather—Moore Expedition of 1933.

I must say, Mr. LeBlanc, that after perusing your submitted photographs and writings, I was awestruck at the magnificence and grandeur of the environments and achievements which you expertly captured on film and in writing!

At the moment, we do have a vacancy for a photographer and journalist of your talents on our expedition, a vacancy which I am certain you will fill with fortitude, determination, and courage to shame the heart of the even the most Herculean of Heroes! Your desire to catalogue in pictures and writings the accomplishments of myself and the other members of the expedition is one which I heartily admire. I daresay that our coming exploits on the crystalline fields of Antarctica will make history, and you are just the man to enshrine our astounding achievements for all of the world to admire.

Please be so kind as to join us at our suite here at the Amherst on September 1st.

Sincerely,

James Starkweather

Expedition Leader








Amherst Hotel​


8th Avenue and 44th Street
New York City, New York

 

Bobitron

Explorer
March 2, 1933

Mr. James Starkweather
Amherst Hotel
New York City, New York
USA

Dear Sir;

Buon giorno. I hope this letter finds you in excellent health.

My name is Vittorio Liuzzi of Modena, Italy. A colleague has referred me to your regarding an upcoming expedition to the Antarctic.

I am certain my skills as a Mechanical Engineer and expert with demolitions will be valued during your expedition. I have just finished a term of lengthly employ in the service of the Alaska Railroad Company, helping to extend the portions of the line to the Kennecott Copper Mine. I was in command of a crew of three engineers responsible for creating shelter, clearing obstacles, and erecting temporary bridges. Our work was concentrated in barren and rugged areas; therefore, I have recent experience in artic weather conditions.

Some of my past employments have included the position of Chief Engineer on the Norwegian cruise yacht 'Stella Polaris' from 1927-1930, helping assemble a munitions factory at the edge of the Amazon in Brazil, clearing a mountain pass in Switzerland for a new railroad through the Alps. I also was a young engineer on E. H. Harriman's lavishly-outfitted George W. Elder as it made the famous voyage through the Inside Passage, the Gulf of Alaska, the Aleutian Archipelago, and northward through the Bering Sea, all practically uncharted at the time.

For references, please contact the following people;

Naturalist George Bird Grinnell of New York
Captain Anders Bergström of the Bergen Line, CO of the Stella Polaris
Niklaus Blattner, Financier of the Alpine Railroad Endeavor
General Tiamo de Almeida Neves, Head of Expansion and Development for Os Braços e o Munition Companhia de Brasil
George D. Franklin, Alaska Railroad Company

I will wait for your reply here in Chicago where I am taking holiday. It will take me no more than a few days to reach you in New York to prepare for the expedition.

Sincerely,


Vittorio Liuzzi

Vittorio Liuzzi
The Drake Hotel
140 East Walton Place, Chicago
USA
 
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jdeleski

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Approval of Vittorio Liuzzi Application

June 1, 1933​





Vittorio Liuzzi​
The Drake Hotel
140 East Walton Place, Chicago
USA

Dear Vittorio Liuzzi,

Thank you for your letter of the 30th. It is an extraordinary pleasure for me to approve your application to become a team member of the Starkweather—Moore Expedition of 1933.

I must admit, Mr. Luizzi, that your credentials and stellar experience have impressed me greatly! Since I was only passingly familiar with the explorations of E.H. Harriman Jr., I took the liberty of contacting one of his colleagues to confirm your background, and I am absolutely thrilled to report that you received nothing but glowing references as to your determination, courage, and expertise. He even mentioned an incident where you saved Edward Henry Jr.'s life during one of his frequent polar bear hunts in the uncharted fiords! Bravo, Mr. Liuzzi, bravo!

Sir, you should know that as noteworthy as your experiences were with E.H. Harriman, for ever after our historic undertaking to Antarctica, you will be regarded as legend! The Starkweather-Moore Antarctic Expedition of 1933 will be one that will shake the very foundations of science, leaving all mankind in our debt for furthering the boundaries of human endeavour. We will be mentioned by historians of the future in the same breath as Magellan, Columbus and Cooke! I salute your spirit, Sir!

Please be so kind as to join us at our suite here at the Amherst on September 1st.

Sincerely,

James Starkweather

Expedition Leader


Amherst Hotel
8th Avenue and 44th Street
New York City, New York

 
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taitzu52

First Post
March 8, 1933

Mr. James Starkweather
Amherst Hotel
New York City, New York
USA


Dear Mr. Starkweather,

I have been referred to you by my esteemed colleagues in the field. Having had the pleasure of hearing Professor Moore's lectures at Northwestern some time ago, I am now contacting you as a petition for a place on your expedition.

I have been working with the Wyoming Lode Silver Corporation for the last several years as a surveyor and prospector. My skills with state-of-the-art electrical equipment have been furnished under their training. This includes surface observation, as well as the use of sonic and radio technology. As I mentioned, my background is in Geology, and have received my letters at Univ. of Wisconsin, Anne Arbor. I am also certified as an expert instructor in mountain climbing.

My current contract is presently under negotiation, and I am free to travel to New York to discuss the details of this expedition further. Please feel free to contact WLS Co., as I am sure that they will furnish the highest of recommendations to choose my services for this endeavor.

Sincerely yours,

James R. Poole
1600 17th St.
Denver, Colorado
USA

(OOC- hebrewnational *at* hotmail *dot* com ....for email & IM)
 

eabha

First Post
March 10, 1933

Mr. James Starkweather
Amherst Hotel
New York City, New York
USA

Dear Mr. Starkweather:

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Annie Mahoney, and I am pleased to offer my services as a physician on your planned expedition to Antarctica.

I received full medical training at the University of Toronto School of Medicine and am now a member of the faculty at St. Michael’s Hospital. I have included for your examination two letters of recommendation: one from Surgeon-in-Chief, Dr. R. T. Christensen, and another from the Head of General Surgery, Dr. K. P. Lupton. I am sure these letters speak for themselves regarding my abilities as a surgeon. However, should you require it, a complete curriculum vitae – which also outlines the many articles I have had published in the Canadian Medical Association Journal – can be provided as well.

My time at St. Michael’s has been invaluable to me and the development of my skills. However, I fear that academia is not for me and am currently looking for a more suitable opportunity to use my talents.

I grew up in a variety of northern communities both here in Ontario and in Manitoba, and I am quite used to the rigours of life in cold climates. My own father, the eminent geologist Dr. James J. Mahoney, was a member of the Canadian Arctic Expedition of 1913 – 1918 (northern party) and I like to think some of his wanderlust and vigour have been passed on to me.

Thank you for your consideration. I am looking forward to your reply.

Sincerely,

Annie K. Mahoney

Dr. Annie K. Mahoney
Associate Professor, Division of General Surgery
St. Michael’s Hospital
Toronto, Ontario
 

jdeleski

First Post
Approval of Poole Application

June 3, 1933





Dear James R. Poole,

Thank you for your letter of the 1st. It is indeed a great pleasure to approve your application to become a team member of the Starkweather—Moore Expedition of 1933.

First, let me congratulate you on rising so far in your chosen field. Your academic credentials are most impressive, and I’m sure that you will prove to be a veritable asset to the geological department of the expedition. Add to that your expertise in cartography and mountain climbing, and I cannot help but feel that we are assured of glory and accolades!

This is a noble thing that you have surrendered yourself to, Sir! Even Angels would fear to tread where we dare. I can say without worry of contradiction that Marco Polo himself could never have conceived of such a voyage, and you will never attempt the like after it. You will never forget this, Sir. At the end of your days, the last thing you will see is the vast snowy plains of the Antarctic, and the cold white peaks of the Miskatonic Mountains!

Please be so kind as to join us at our suite here at the Amherst on September 1st.

Sincerely,

James Starkweather

Expedition Leader








Amherst Hotel​


8th Avenue and 44th Street
New York City, New York













 

jdeleski

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Rejection of Miss Mahoney's Application

June 3, 1933







Dr. Annie K. Mahoney
Associate Professor, Division of General Surgery
St. Michael’s Hospital
Toronto, Ontario

Dear Miss Mahoney,


Thank you for your letter of the 1st, which expressed your wish to join my upcoming venture to the icy wastes of the South. Your eloquently written missive displayed all the elegance and craft that our Creator has blessed the gentle sex with. I am certain that your youthful years in Ontario and Manitoba were a delight to your father and that your admiration of his accomplishments in the Canadian Arctic was inspirational and cheered him on through the long darkness , providing great incentive for him to return home safely.

I congratulate you, if I may, in having the courage to beg of me the chance to visit an area of such inhospitable and comfortless peril. It would take a woman of singular characteristics to view the hardships suffered by we Men of The Ice and ask to enter into this world. I am sure that your father would be proud.

However, this expedition is no sightseeing tour, and the company already assembled I fear would be a little rough for one such as yourself. Do you really fancy changing your linens every day in a room with thirty unwashed men, Ha ha?

Please know that I mean no disrespect. I understand you are an experienced Northerner, accustomed to intemperate climes, but I am afraid that I must respectfully refuse your request. The South Pole is a hard place for hardy men, and we cannot afford to chaperone.


Sincerely,

James Starkweather

Expedition Leader










Amherst Hotel
8th Avenue and 44th Street
New York City, New York







 

eabha

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The letter was waiting for her when she arrived back at her office at midday. For weeks she had thought of little else, so eager was she to escape the world of operating rooms and equally sterile offices and lecture halls. She ripped the envelope open and began to read, her expression changing almost immediately from one of excitement to one of disappointment and then anger.

Dear Miss Mahoney,


Thank you for your letter of the 1st, which expressed your wish to join my upcoming venture to the icy wastes of the South. Your eloquently written missive displayed all the elegance and craft that our Creator has blessed the gentle sex with. I am certain that your youthful years in Ontario and Manitoba were a delight to your father and that your admiration of his accomplishments in the Canadian Arctic was inspirational and cheered him on through the long darkness , providing great incentive for him to return home safely.

I congratulate you, if I may, in having the courage to beg of me the chance to visit an area of such inhospitable and comfortless peril. It would take a woman of singular characteristics to view the hardships suffered by we Men of The Ice and ask to enter into this world. I am sure that your father would be proud.

However, this expedition is no sightseeing tour, and the company already assembled I fear would be a little rough for one such as yourself. Do you really fancy changing your linens every day in a room with thirty unwashed men, Ha ha?

Please know that I mean no disrespect. I understand you are an experienced Northerner, accustomed to intemperate climes, but I am afraid that I must respectfully refuse your request. The South Pole is a hard place for hardy men, and we cannot afford to chaperone.


Sincerely,

James Starkweather

Expedition Leader


Condescending, ignorant bastard! Annie thought, dropping the letter to her desk in disgust. Chaperone, indeed! Gentle sex!

With a sigh of resignation, she leaned back in her chair and looked at the cramped office she had kept at the university for the last several years. It was the worst office in the department and yet she'd had to fight for even that much. All because she was a woman. She'd be damned if she would keep fighting the same battles her entire life.

“I congratulate you, if I may, in having the courage to beg of me the chance to visit an area of such inhospitable and comfortless peril…”

Snatching the letter off her desk, Annie darted out the door and headed to the secretary's office down the hall.

“Carol, do you have a moment?” she asked, breathlessly.

The frumpy middle-aged woman behind the desk looked up through thick, round spectacles. “A moment? For what?”

“A letter. I need to dictate a letter. It must be sent immediately.”

Carol pursed her lips and shook her head as if wondering what the rush could be, but stopped what she was doing to place a sheet of paper into her typewriter.

“To whom?”

“Mr. James Starkweather. Here's his address.” She passed the letter to Carol who dutifully copied out the relevant information.

Annie began to dictate, all the while pacing back and forth in front of Carol's desk.

“Dear Mr. Starkweather:

“I am writing to express my disappointment with your decision to exclude me from your expedition. Perhaps I did not adequately outline for you my qualifications.

“For example, my letter may have lead you to believe that I spent my youth frolicking across the Canadian shield and arctic tundra – in a tidy pinafore and with ribbons in my hair – for the amusement of my parents. I did not. In fact, I was taught from an early age to hunt and fish, to climb and ski, and to respect the many perils of the North while defending myself against them as well as any human can.

“In university, I excelled in sport as well as academics. I participated in archery, tennis, track and field, and downhill and cross-country skiing and won several awards for my accomplishments in athletics.

“However, these accomplishments – as well as my medical ones – are beside the point, especially as I suspect the reason you have rejected my application has nothing to do with my credentials or skills. You seem to be of the opinion that my being a woman – and therefore inherently frail and fragile – is a liability to your expedition.

“Have you ever been in a modern surgery, Mr. Starkweather? Have you ever looked at a man cut open before you, his organs in your hands? His very life in your hands? Do you imagine it to be a place for the dainty or weak?

“You suggest that I would be a mere sightseer on your expedition, but I assure you I would not. I am not used to a life of comfort. Rather, I am accustomed to 72-hour shifts on little or no rest and nutrition, up to my neck in gore and blood – ”

Annie stopped herself when she saw the look of alarm on the secretary’s face. She realized that her voice had been rising in pitch and volume and that she was now fairly close to shouting.

“Oh, I’m sorry Carol,” she apologized, bringing one hand up to her forehead. “You’re absolutely right. This is inappropriate.”

From the doorway both women heard the sound of barely contained laughter and turned to see a couple of faculty members who had stopped to listen. Annie felt her rage grow as her colleagues chuckled.

“I’m sure you all find this quite amusing,” she said sharply, tearing the sheet from Carol's typewriter and striding past them back to her office.

There, she shut the door and leaned against it, breathing hard and trying to recover her thoughts. She shredded the letter she had been dictating and let the pieces fall to the floor. It was no good getting defensive. It would only prove his point. In the back of her mind she could hear her mother imploring her to act like a lady.

“You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar,” she'd always said.

Well, you are mistaken, Mother. You catch more flies with sh**. And Mr. Starkweather might just be about to get some.

When she was certain she was calm, Annie once again left her office and returned to Carol, who looked at her warily.

“Carol, see what you can do about booking me a train ticket to New York City.”

“For when?” the secretary asked, her eyes narrowing.

“As soon as possible.”
 

jdeleski

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Initiation

The jagged streak of twisting, blue-white lightning lit the night, rising from the ground near the towering canyon walls to unite the deep, brooding earthworks with the pent-up energy of the dark, roiling clouds above. Briefly lit in stark, contrasting blacks and whites, the tall striated peaks were plunged into blackness in the next moment, as if hidden, looming behind a curtain. A monstrous explosion of thunder crackled and crashed amidst the giant forms, reverberating on and on, buffeted and borne on by strong winds weaving through the canyon.

But not all of the bolt’s force was harmlessly transferred between earth and sky, or transmuted into flash or echo. Far below the shoulders of the giant stone guardians, deep in the cavernous space at their feet, a portion of the blast had been diverted through an unfortunate creature who happened to be directly at its origin, and was now nothing more than a charred, smoking mass.

As it is wherever one observes it, this display of raw power was overwhelmingly and utterly violent. Some minds ascribe a godlike whimsy to Mother Nature’s works; considerably alien, unblinking, and inscrutable in purpose.

The fast-moving clouds moved past the towers, dragging their lights and deafening sound along, leaving behind the warm, smothering stickiness of the humidity. At the base of the walls, deep in the canyons, small, palid beings cautiously emerged from dark openings. They gathered, milling about, zig-zagging around large pools of water and hopping over rushing flows. The electricity in the city would probably not return for hours. Their small, squalid lives lived within the stone towers could now return to their rituals of vanity and deceit.

Soon, a tiny cluster of these beings would travel to the dark ice at the end of the earth to observe similar forces of Nature; unfeeling, capricious and ancient. Their destiny would be complete. Towering egos would soon confront doubt. But for now, the questioning, curious, and quarrelous will be busily organizing.

So begins our return voyage of humanity into the depths of the unyielding unknown.
 
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jdeleski

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The Daily Tribune 3-Jun-33

The Starkweather-Moore Expedition continues to draw attention.
 

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Bobitron

Explorer
June 16th, 1933
Drake Hotel, Chicago, USA


Vittorio leaves the Drake Hotel's lavishly furnished bar for the last time, walking slowly towards the elevator. The short-sighted bellhop turns his nose up at first, his eyes sweeping over the short Italian's simple clothing and slouched posture, but his demeanor changes instantly as he recognizes the man.

"Mr. Liuzzi! Good day, sir. I have your bags ready and a secretary waiting in your room to transcribe the letter, as you requested."

Vittorio slips the man a small handful of change from his woolen trousers and steps intot he elevator. "Thank you. My train leaves tomorrow at 3pm. I would appreciate if you had a taxi cab waiting for me."

Reaching his room, he greets the young woman sitting patiently at the desk before a typewriter. "Good afternoon, Miss. Are you ready to take this down?" As she nods her agreement, he speaks. Once the letter is complete, he sends her off to mail it. Stretching out in the vast feather bed, he falls into a deep sleep.

June 17th, 1933
Drake Hotel, Chicago, USA


"Mama! I already explained, it will be some months before I am able to speak to you again! Do not worry for me, Mama. Yes, yes, I will wear the long underwear. Mama, don't be silly, now. Yes, Mama. I will write as soon as I can." Hanging up the phone with a deep sigh, Vittorio makes his way to the waiting cab and onto the train for New York. Arriving in the metropolis, he soon finds himself staring up at the fascia of the Amherst Hotel, clutching a pair of well-worn travel bags and flanked by a pair of boys carrying the remainer of his luggage.
 

Bobitron

Explorer
June 16, 1933

Mr. James Starkweather
Amherst Hotel
New York City, New York
USA

Dear Sir;

Buon giorno. I am pleased to accept you offer of a position on your brave journey into the pages of history. I am certain you will find my experience and particular skills to be of great use.

I have a request that I have been considering for some time. I have been in contact with Mr. Carl Eliason of Wisconsin, who has patented an invention that I am sure we will find to be of vast use on the ice plains of the Antarctic. The Eliason Motor Toboggan will carry a team of 2 researchers and nearly 300 pounds of gear in speed and reliability over snow and ice. It utilizes a four cylinder Indian 45 CID 25 HP engine that has proven very reliable with a minimum of upkeep to drive a track positioned at the back of the sled. The Motor Toboggan has been proven to reach speeds of twenty miles per hour with a full load, and considerably faster with a lighter complement. It can be configured to hold up to four crew if needed. My team in Alaska used one of these machines and found it to be an excellent form of transportation. The benefits over traditional, dog-pulled sleds are obvious. They need no food, operate in extremely low temperatures, and can be operated easily by novice drivers.

While Mr. Eliason is under great pressure to produce a number of these transports, I have managed to make available a set of four Motor Toboggans for our journey. They can be in New York within 2 weeks.

I can understand if you are reluctant to use such new technology on a vital journey. If you will not consider bringing a full complement of Motor Toboggans, I strongly urge that you consider equipping us with one of the machines to prove its usefulness to future expeditions. If funds are growing tight due to the strenuous preperations, I will pay for the Toboggans out of my own savings. The price for each is $550.


Sincerely,


Vittorio Liuzzi

Vittorio Liuzzi
The Drake Hotel
140 East Walton Place, Chicago
USA
 

jdeleski

First Post
Accosted in Chicago

Before Vittorio was able to climb into his cab on the way to the train station in Chicago, he was approached by two individuals; one was a middle-aged gent in a short-sleeved shirt, tie, and dark slacks, carrying a large, complicated-looking camera. The other was an attractive young brunette wearing a grey skirt, matching blouse, and a brilliant smile. The woman quickly stepped in front of Vittorio and asked “Mr Liuzzi?”, pronouncing the last name perfectly, then waited attentively.

Vittorio, caught off-guard, nodded and responded “Yes?” He noticed that the woman was carrying a small notepad and pen.

The young lady then touched his arm, smiled, and said “Oh, I am so glad that we were able to find you, Mr. Liuizzi! My name is Amanda Wilson and I’m from the Chicago Tribune. Would you be willing to make a few statements for our readers? Our contacts in New York mentioned that you were staying here at the Drake Hotel and that you were handpicked by James Starkweather as one of a select group of courageous explorers who are departing for Antarctica! How absolutely thrilling!”

“Smile for the Tribune!” said the kneeling cameraman who had worked his way opposite the reporter, and quickly snapped a picture of you just as you turned your head towards him with a quizzical look.
 

Morpheus

Exploring Ptolus
June 20th, 1933

Martin stepped off the train from Track 27, Montreal-to-New York. Grand Central Station was always busy-even at 2 am. He hurried from the platform and up the steps carrying his 2 suitcases. He wanted to surprise Erica and he knew just how to do it.
Knock, knock.
A minute passed before Martin heard footsteps behind the door. The door opened slowly and...
"Who the hell are you?"
"Pardon moi, I seem to be lost. I was looking for Madam Erica LaMontaigne."
"This is her apartment. I'm her husband, Bob."
"Her husband?!? Here, give her these." and Martin shoved the dozen roses into his hand and walked away at a brisk pace.
This trip was not starting out well. Not well at all...
 

The Shaman

First Post
June 21st.

It is cold at the end of the world.

The fishing and whaling fleets are gone from the harbor, sailing north over the steel gray ocean. Under drifts of snow dormant turf waits for the return of the sun to send out green shoots, and shepherds struggle to feed their flocks through the dark, raw austral winter. The streams are low in their banks, the spring flood stored in the dense blanket of snow that covers the jagged mountains that form the skyline around the small town.

Sitting in a small shed surrounded by nets and ropes hanging from the roof beams, Paco re-reads Starkweather’s letter a third time before folding it and tucking it into the pocket of his shirt. He picks up the marlinspike and deftly resumes mending a hawser left to him by one of the captains of the fishing fleet. Fixing nets and ropes was a way to pass the time in winter, to keep the nimbleness in his fingers and to endure the long dark winter hours. It also gave him the freedom to put on his skis and enjoy the brief hours of daylight, to keep the tension in the muscles of his legs and arms, to glide over the snowy landscape, to push into the foothills and feel the pull of gravity balanced by the exhilaration of the skies.

The wind shakes the little shack, and whistles through the cracks – the kerosene lamp flickers, but Paco doesn’t feel the chill as he patiently mends the frayed strands of hemp.

Later, at the hosteria, he sits down at the small table in his flat, and pulls out a paper and pen. Chela, the clerk at the clinica familiar, would type the letters for Paco later, in exchange for the bundles of wildflowers wrapped with string he carried back from the mountain meadows during the spring and summer. In his plain hand, Paco began to write.

21 June 1933

Padre De Agostino,

I hope this letter finds you well.

It is with much regret that I must tell you that I will be unable to join your expedition this season. I have been invited to participate in an expedition to Antarctica, an American expedition. I plan to leave for New York City in August and I do not expect to return before the following fall.

Please accept my sincerest gratitude for the opportunities you have extended to me, and I hope that I may join you again in future expeditions. May God keep you until we meet again.

Sincerely

Fráncisco

Paco re-reads the letter. His mother had been very particular that he should learn to write well, practicing with the boy in their home in Valdivia while his father clanged his tools in the workshop. Whatever you do in life, Paco, she said, you will need to express yourself. Then she would patiently watch as he wrote his letters again and again.

Unconsciously he fingered the St. Christopher medal around his neck before picking up the next sheet of paper. The next letter was to José Monrovia, the secretary of the Club Andino de Chile.

21 June 1933

Dear José,

I have received exciting news today – I am going to Antarctica! I have been invited to join an expedition – I leave for America, for New York City, in August.

José, my friend, have you any maps you can spare of the southern continent? I should like to study them on my journey. I will of course reimburse you and the Club for any expenses. Also, if you have any guidebooks or maps of the Shawangunks of the United States, I should like copies of these as well – I read about the climbing here in one of the journals you so thoughtfully sent me last fall. Anything in English is fine.

Wish me luck, my friend, and thank you for your help as always.

Your good friend,

Paco

The mountaineer folded both letters and placed them on the table under his pocket knife. He would leave them at the clinic in the morning, and Chela would have them ready for him at the end of the day.

The wind rattles the windows as Paco lies back on his bed and drifts off to sleep.
 

Bobitron

Explorer
photographer said:
“Smile for the Tribune!” said the kneeling cameraman who had worked his way opposite the reporter, and quickly snapped a picture of you just as you turned your head towards him with a quizzical look.


Vittorio smiles weakly long after the flash goes off, then turns back to Ms. Wilson. "Ahhh... yes, I am pleased that I have been chosen to journey into such an incredible place with such a distinguished group of explorers. Mr. Starkweather has an excellent reputation, and I'm sure we will provide plenty of exciting news for your readers. Right now, however, I'm sure you understand that I have a cab waiting. Good day, Ms. Wilson." He nods to the photographer and rushes into the waiting cab.

Once safely inside, he lets out a deep breath of relief. That could have gone worse. I practiced those lines nearly two hours to get them right. It has been a long time since I have had to practice anything!

"Driver, to the train station."
 

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