[D20 CoC] Mountains of Madness - Chap 4: Departure; Recruiting Alternate Players

[Morpheus]

Martin dreams that he is at the very Gates of Hell, but dares not cross...yet...

 

[Job]

"Øyvind!" She shouted, pitching her voice to cut through the din, "feather the stick in the other direction! Tap it! You're going the wrong way!"

Øyvind hears Camille scream over the roar of the flames and realises his error, he does not like that a woman is directing him but he understand that it would be just foolish not to do as she says. Øyvind starts to adjust as hes told.

[sblock=Øyvind's die roll]
Operate Heavy Machinery +2 (1d20 2=19)

[OOC- Additionally, Camille's Operate Heavy Machinery skill grants her a +11 and, thus, her assistance/advice to Øyvind adds a +2 to his die roll, for a total of 19 + 2 = 21][/sblock]
Øyvind gently taps the winch lever and succeeds in changing the angle of the sling's decent just enough to avoid a collision with the aftercastle superstructure and it harmlessly swings back and forth in slow pendular arcs well above the fires. This is no longer a threat.

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Job]

Just then, adding to the pandemonium around you, an awful rumble boomed from below, from within the belly of the ship, and the main deck quaked and vibrated below your feet...

Virgin Mary, what was that?!?!
The Priest calls while holding the hose and maintaining his balance

You felt the ship move forward a little; it wasn't just vibrating. A smile crept curiously across Professor Moore's face and Camille heard him softly say to himself, "Good lad!"

Then he looked back towards the docks and yelled above the din, "Raise that gangplank, men! And be quick about it! We need to get her AWAY FROM THIS BLAZE!"

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Job]

With the help of George and Father Rucker, Commander Starkweather was able to steer the water spray around to wash the flaming oil from the deck, but at the same time it drenched and pushed Camille into Martin's body, then into Professor Moore who tumbled down on top of them. Mercifully, Starkweather then swung the fury of the hose back towards the docks, once again pounding the railcars and sheds, punishing the raging, licking fire.

At that point Enke and Olav arrived on the scene to right the good Professor, who was sputtering and shaking, his hair matted to his head, his face looking strangely different without his eyeglasses. The two men then helped Camille to her feet, averting their eyes from her wet red undergarment, and moved to begin lifting the inert Martin.

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Drowned Hero]

George Barrow Scientist

George Runs to his room and fetches his healing kit and run back to Martin. George will try to help Martin as good he can inspecting his eventually wounds...

Heal (trained)= 4 (1d20+4=22)

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Father Rucker

Is this Professor Moore or the smoke plays tricks on my mind?
The priest thinks while holding the hose.
It's been a long time since he saw the professor back in the university

 

[Job]

Then he looked back towards the docks and yelled above the din, "Raise that gangplank, men! And be quick about it! We need to get her AWAY FROM THIS BLAZE!"

As a deckhand began working the pulleys to raise the gangway, a yell came from the burning docks, near the railcars. "Wait sirs! Wait!" A lone man, dressed in red, was dragging a body towards the gangway.

The gangway was lowered again and a number of men ran down the ramp to the aid of the man in red. Soon they were carrying a number of bodies, three in all, to the ship.

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Job (the tortured one).

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Father Rucker

Oh Jesus … let me through.
Once the other take care of the hose, Father Rucker hurries to the dead bodies, someone needs to grieve the fallen men.

 

[Job]

Martin dreams that he is at the very Gates of Hell, but dares not cross...yet...

Beyond those gates...

**Deep in his dream the great bird whispered queerly
Of the black cone amid the polar waste;
Pushing above the ice-sheet lone and drearly,
By storm-crazed aeons battered and defaced.
Hither no living earth-shapes take their courses,
And only pale auroras and faint suns
Glow on that pitted rock, whose primal sources
Are guessed at dimly by the Elder Ones.

If men should glimpse it, they would merely wonder
What tricky mound of Nature's build they spied;
But the bird told of vaster parts, that under
The mile-deep ice-shroud crouch and brood and hide.
Gold help the dreamer whose mad visions show
Those dead eyes set in crystal gulfs below!

[sblock=Impact of Martin's dream]-1 Sanity loss for Martin and a new phobia of large birds or shadows of flying creatures that might turn out to be a large bird.

Please adjust your character sheet.[/sblock]
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Job (the tortured one).
**Written by H.P. himself

 

[Taokanf]

Camille impatiently swept a wet cowlick of hair out of her face and leaned over Martin, uncaring that she was dripping water steadily on his legs. His face twitched and twisted into a deep, almost pained grimace as she gently tapped the side of his face, attempting to rouse him. "It looks like he's dreaming," she told Professor Moore uncertainly as he approached, and looked back at the prone man. She almost added, or in pain, but held her tongue just in time. She didn't want to seem foolish- of course he was in pain.