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

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Morpheus said:
Martin makes his way to the mess to find Prof. Moore.

"You sent for me, Professor?"
Drowned Hero said:
George looks at Dr.Moore and at Martin Louis LeBlanc standing so surprisingly in the doorway.
Dr.Moore is there anything else i can be at help with?
Professor Moore looked at Martin, then George, then back at Martin. "Gentlemen, your assistance would be most helpful since my efforts are needed here. I now must hire a new captain.

"Martin, please use your contacts at the newspaper offices and police stations to find out exactly when they first learned of the murder of Captain Douglas. That may prove whether this warning letter was written by the killer, or if it's a hoax. And find out if there are any details that were not printed!"

Moore then looked back at George, asking, "Mr. Barrow, I need to you to retrace Captain Douglas's last steps. Check his apartment. Find out if anyone remembers seeing him before his death and if they noticed anything suspicious.

It might be better if you and Martin worked together, just in case some lunatic is at large, as Commander Starkweather suspects. We can't afford to lose any more crew members. I'm afraid that we don't have much time; we depart in less than two days.

"Thank you."

[OOC - Please post your actions related to investigations into Captain Douglas's death in this separate thread.
Link --> Chapter 2: Death of a Sea Captain ]

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Elsewhere...

A flickering, misshapen black candle squatted on the bare wooden floor, throwing just enough light to suggest the encroaching walls of this small chamber. Oily smoke rose from its flame, rolling and folding upon itself until disappearing into the shadows above.

A solitary figure in the room, draped in tattered gray robes, sat cross-legged near the candle, rocking back and forth in time to his rhythmic murmurings. His chanting increased in urgency as he withdrew his withered arm from within the folds of his clothing, wet with a dark, thick liquid, dripping ribbons of red onto the floor and then into the candle's flame, suddenly plunging the room into darkness.

His chanting blossomed into a scream that died in a choking gurgle.


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At midnight, after working their 16-hour shifts to stow their gear and to prepare the U.S.S Gabrielle for departure, most of the weary crew members made their way to their rooms for the night. Not everyone went to bed, however. A graveyard shift of stevedores filed onto the ship and began working through the night, treating all of the sleeping members of the expedition to the sounds of foremen yelling, crates and palettes thumping on deck, and crane motors whirring and roaring.

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Drowned Hero

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Øyvind Raknes Sled Driver

The noise of the ship the rumbling of motors and the chitt chatting of the workers had the dogs worried, they had been barking since the darkens had fallen over New York.

Øyvind had been on the pier sorting some sleds and some extra dog food he would always have as part of his personal things. He walked on board again and took the stairs down to the holds to release 6 of his dogs and walked them on deck so they could familiarize with the new people on board and the machinery doing the noise. He took out all the dogs that night...
 

Father P.J. Rucker

What a pleasant night. The priest thinks to himself as he exits the cab he was taking.
He pays the cab driver and scans the surroundings, taking a full inhale of the port's smells, gasoline, water, fish, oil … all are mixed in his nostrils, yep this is the port.

Straining his Priestly black suit and tightening his cloak around him, looking up to the sky he spots no cumulonimbus that might threaten the peaceful weather calmed night, spotting the Gabrielle, he begins to march.

Stopping the first crew man he sees the curly brown haired man says.
"Pardon me and sorry for the disturbance, I'm seeking Commander Starkweather, could you point me to him?"
 
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Drowned Hero said:
Øyvind had been on the pier sorting some sleds and some extra dog food he would always have as part of his personal things. He walked on board again and took the stairs down to the holds to release 6 of his dogs and walked them on deck so they could familiarize with the new people on board and the machinery doing the noise. He took out all the dogs that night...
While calming and tending to the dogs in dimly-lit tweendeck hold #5, Øyvind felt the ship shudder and immediately thereafter heard the sound of a muffled explosion and shout. Grumphy, Øyvind's lead dog, reacted aggressively by barking excitedly, ears perked up at full attention. All other dogs followed suit and Øyvind found himself surrounded by the animated, growling, barking, whining pack of dogs that were attempting to challenge any threats to their handler.

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Strahd_Von_Zarovich said:
Straining his Priestly black suit and tightening his cloak around him, looking up to the sky [Father Rucker] spots no cumulonimbus that might threaten the peaceful weather calmed night, spotting the Gabrielle, he begins to march.

Stopping the first crew man he sees the curly brown haired man says.
"Pardon me and sorry for the disturbance, I'm seeking Commander Starkweather, could you point me to him?"
Father Rucker encountered difficulty in getting past the overweight Port Authority guard at the dock gate. The guard did not recognize the priest, and since Father Rucker's application had been rejected by James Starkweather, he was not on the list of crew members.

The guard picked up the telephone to call the ship, but just as he did so, a huge explosion erupted on the pier. Father Rucker watched as a fireball rolled skyward, throwing flaming planks of wood, pieces of metal, showers of sparks, and--was that a body?--hundreds of feet into the air.

The guard exclaimed "HOLY CRAP!", jumped up, knocking his chair backwards, and immediately exited his small office to lumber down the pier towards the ship, leaving Father Rucker by himself.

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Father Rucker

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The guard picked up the telephone to call the ship, but just as he did so, a huge explosion erupted on the pier. Father Rucker watched as a fireball rolled skyward, throwing flaming planks of wood, pieces of metal, showers of sparks, and--was that a body?--hundreds of feet into the air.

The guard exclaimed "HOLY CRAP!", jumped up, knocking his chair backwards, and immediately exited his small office to lumber down the pier towards the ship, leaving Father Rucker by himself.

By the name of Virgin Mary, what just happened???
He calls and watches the rising fireball
Do you want me to call the police?!?!
He barks to the running guard

If the guard will not answer, Father Rucker hastens after him.
If do, He'll take the phone and dial to the emergency units
 

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Strahd_Von_Zarovich said:
By the name of Virgin Mary, what just happened???
He calls and watches the rising fireball
Do you want me to call the police?!?!
He barks to the running guard
The rotund guard stopped running, turned around slowly to face Father Rucker with a sheepish look, and said, "Father forgive me, I did not mean to curse. Yes, of course, please call the police and then come. We may need your help." The guard then spun and hurried down the pier towards the conflagration.

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