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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Golden Bee" data-source="post: 9432862" data-attributes="member: 7041055">Xmas: Boss Fight Via Telephone! "They Kill By Proxy..." written by Daniel R. Robichaud II(The first hour of our session was spent on an expedition to France to stop the yeti… Which was going to lead to Antarctica… Before some pointed out we did a “yetis in Antarctica adventure” two weeks ago. The player who suggested this hadn’t read the summary, or the summary had cut out the yetis because it was already running long. So I ran this module, which I have read through twice and prepped. We usually run four hours so this was a bit truncated, which led to a great ending!)Washington State, Dec '35. The heroes were summoned to a creepy mansion under mysterious of circumstances. The quartet this time: detective Diamond, Trudy Truman (her face still bandaged from last week!), Professor Callahan and Afghan photog/gunman Javid Kulfi.The whole event was designed by a twisted creep named Mormo Cutter. He tried to sabotage the cars, separate everyone, and lure them into deathtraps, but the players were way too canny. They saved a fellow partygoer from a paralytic toxin, and set an oil spray surprise for anyone who might try and tamper with Callahan’s Renault Nervasport.Before dinner, Mormo pontificated on the relationship between life and death. Trudy, gifted with an incredible nose, interrupted. The dinner had been poisoned, probably with a rare curare, and since it was winter, the herb came from the greenhouse behind the mansion. This sent the other guests into an uproar.Our foursome could’ve calmed the situation down… Except for the screaming Groundskeeper, being sprayed in the face with hot oil! Trudy and Callahan checked on the problem, calling the man out on his chicanery. He responded by trying to bite the bandaged Australian! After a desperate struggle, Trudy opened the hood and Callahan slipped one of the cretin’s arms inside. SLAM!Back at the dinner table, JP was ready to dispense justice… Until the 80-year-old cook started crying. Everyone was in such a bad mood, making horrible accusations, and she couldn’t handle it! The Southern Gentleman Detective was obligated to comfort her.  Javid, fastidious, was already upset by the disgusting home, wiping and letting events occur. His fellows, already on edge, started to beat the smirk off their host’s face. By the time JP got back, gangster Meyer Polo was feeding poisoned mashed potatoes to the last of the Cutters. The British professor arrived and, shortly after agreeing to carefully search the house for evidence, started unwittingly flirting with Polo. And accidentally invited him on a date.Going through Mormo’s mail revealed the existence of a “Murder Club!” Someone named EB had sent false claims to all the attendees, hoping that Cutter might get rid of his rivals. The players did some digging, and found out that EB was short for Eddie Boyd, a local Brahmin with friends in City Hall and the local Cosa Nostra. Eddie wasn’t the brightest bulb. He counted on his fingers, and didn’t count on Ziegler Security Services. With a little wiretapping, deception and the help of snitch Francis Mattz, ZSS built a case. Local cop David Ringo initially offered to help, until his daughter got nabbed by the mob. The group found her and delayed the coroner’s Christmas vacation. Ten-year-old Darla was safe and sound, having developed a nasty swearing habit. Trudy Truman tried to tell her father. The trial was a battle but Eddie was convicted, with Francis Mattz only getting time served. Almost as if Eddie was the fall guy for Mattz’s plans! Trudy and Josiah were celebrating Xmas Eve when the last domino dropped. They were decorating the penthouse of Seattle’s nicest hotel, with millionaire Devika and the Ringos. Everything was pleasant, until they turned on the radio. Francis's voice looped on the airwaves. There was a collective sigh.A weaselly teenager struggled to bring in the carts. And then was thrown through them by seven feet of pure lunatic. Punching him wasn’t effective, the fireplace poker didn’t do much either. The man had no neck and fists the size of irons. Trudy struggled to open one of the giant windows. Josiah taunted the man into a charge, and threw himself full force into the brute’s legs. The seven-footer fell five stories, his head landing on the dumpster and the rest of him not.Trudy had a queer smile as she closed the window.Yes, the players called in the cavalry, hard. Mad scientists located the man via radio signal; he was on a steamer in international waters. Trudy called Century Club members to storm the boat, the Coast Guard and “Typhoon” Mike McGinnitty to distract it on the waves. JP even called in a favor to get a “super telescope” so they could watch the action while eating Christmas dinner.It was at this point that we all remembered the name of the module. And started laughing uncontrollably.</blockquote>

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