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<blockquote data-quote="The Forsaken One" data-source="post: 455455" data-attributes="member: 799"><p><strong>Chapter 1, session 1, the first night</strong></p><p></p><p>CHAPTER 1: SNOWFLAKE VALLEY</p><p></p><p></p><p>As the hours passed and the daylight faded away our investigators saw their headlights fail to pierce the gloom the blizzard had thrown about them. As the blizzard grew in force and vision became limited to only a few yards the question arose if they, with night encroaching on them and in the middle of a storm , should push on or halt for the night and put up with a nights rest in their vehicles. While Richard, Mark and Rom in the lead vehicle were debating weather to halt for the night or not they were caught of their guards as a figure is spotted in the headlights for a split second. In a attempt to avoid the figure, Richard desperately makes a hard right and floors the breaks, pulling the vehicle into a spin on the snow covered county road. Spinning out of control the Range Rover Jeep, striking the figure with its rear bumper, slides off the road and crashes head-on into a snow-covered embankment.</p><p></p><p>Seeing the other vehicle break and spin of the road, Patrick, driving the second car, pulls over and hastily makes his way to his friends car with Coen, grabbing a first aid kit, close behind him. Only to see a injured man lying on the far side of the road, bundled in blankets and an old leather jacket, a dark scarf wrapped around his face. The scarf came loose when the man was struck, and Patrick and Coen now see the wizened visage of a Native American. His cheeks and chin have been scraped raw by the snow, blood is seeping through his clothing, and his left leg is twisted into an unnatural position, the foot wrenched almost backwards. His dark eyes burn with a fire that belies his age, and his scowl hold nothing but bitter contempt for the people who just ran him down. Gray hair and snow fly about his face as he raises a trembling hand towards the two staring at him, fingers splayed.</p><p></p><p>“Chee ka towanay,” he mutters. “Chee kanah ma ka towanay!”</p><p></p><p>As both Patrick and Coen try to reach the man, a streak of snow blinds the two for a moment and they only look up again to find the old man gone. Disappeared into the snowy storm that is ever closing around them. Looking at each other for a moment not knowing what to think they move back to their friends car to find them all uninjured as they got away with just a good scare. Coen and Patrick tell the rest what they just experienced and the rest shares what happened and so how they got into this mess. After a moment or two of silence and gaping at the blizzard around them they all find eachother looking at the same thing. The dimmed lights about half a mile away appearing to be a small town. Looking at eachother all they do is nod before they get back into their vehicles and get on their way to the small town which appears the only place that can offer them respite from the fury of the storm. </p><p></p><p>As they get off the county road and press on to the small town they catch their first real glimpse of the town and are greeted by a large sign that reads: “Miners Folly”. A half dozen streetlights glow like ghosts in the snowy night, giving the impression that the town is hanging in space. It is nearly midnight when our travelers arrive; the store and house windows are all unlit save those of the sheriff’s office and a light about a mile out of town piercing the gloom. As the five enter the small office there is no one there except for a Deputy that introduces himself as Sean Dumont who tells them that sheriff Wilheim won’t be in till the morning. Giving each other a sincere stare they decide to hold still about the accident earlier that evening in a attempt to avoid trouble which, going on a skiing trip, is the last thing they are looking for. After about 10 minutes or so, it becomes clear to them that Dumont is anxious for them to leave though he denies it when Rom decides to mention something in that direction. As the guys walk out he asks if they have a place to stay, and since they don’t, he recommends a stay at the Clearwater Hotel, about a mile out of town and offers to call ahead for them.</p><p></p><p>The Clearwater Hotel is ablaze with light, shining like an ornate beacon through the blowing snow. When the five arrive they find the skeleton overnight staff courteous and understanding in the extreme, even going as far as offering them an “emergency weather discount.” As the piccolo shows them their rooms, they are encouraged to visit the Valley View restaurant for appetizers and drinks (which has been kept open late to accommodate stranded travelers). They also learn that Miners Folly has been completely snowed in. Phone lines are down and the pass won’t be cleared for four days.</p><p></p><p>“It’s the county plows,” explains one of the helpful hotel staff. “We’re right on the county line, and they work their way from the middle, so the road out of here is the last to get plowed.”</p><p></p><p>As the rooms are assigned they find that all they receive on their televisions is static during the storm, because there is no cable service in Snowflake Valley. When Richard and Patrick look behind their heavy red velvet curtains, a large double window overlooks a black chasm below. Rom decides to remain in his room to work a bit on his laptop and Coen finds himself to tired to lust for anything else then to go to bed. So the remaining three walk down to the restaurant, and are discouraged to leave the hotel for the rest of the night because of the snowstorm. To make up for keeping their guests cooped up, the hotel management offers a 25% discount on all food and drinks and keeps the Valley View open all night. Because it is so late, most of the other guests have already gone to bed; the only other non-staff person still around except for Mark, Richard and Patrick is Dr. Cynthia Carmichael who has set up camp at the bar and appears to have no intention of leaving anytime soon.</p><p></p><p>Richard finds himself quickly bored in the dull restaurant and soon heads back up to his room for a good nights sleep. Mark however has sat himself down next to the attractive Cynthia who was, just like our investigators on her way to a nearby ski resort when the blizzard forced her to stop in the mining town for the night. A very attractive woman with long blond hair and glasses, Cindy’s appearance belies her age which is pushing forty. She tells Mark that she teaches astronomy and inductory physics at Mandrake University in Eastfield, Montana and that she only has a week of vacation and that half of it is going to be wasted here. She and Mark get caught up in conversation that lasts till late that night. Patrick on the contrary has found himself another way to entertain himself that night, drinks, lots and lots of drinks. After several drinks he heads out to take a piss and while he crosses to foyer on his way to the toilet he spots two stocky men in suits wrapping themselves in blue parkas as they walk passed him and exit through the side exit. As Patrick holds for a moment, surprised to see anyone leave the hotel this late, he sees them enter a car and a moment later he hears an engine start and the SUV pulls away into the storm. </p><p></p><p>Later that night while Patrick is returning to his room, he hears rustling and banging sounds coming from his window. Upon investigating, however, our drunk discovers that his window is tightly latched shut. The banging starts to become more rhythmic and Patrick realizes that the banging is coming from next door. As he looks out the window he sees that the window next to his is closed but that the glass has been broken out and a dark trail trickles down the wall. He pulls himself together and walks next-door, where he finds the door unlocked and ajar, opening as he knocks on it and slowly revealing the scene within. Signs of a struggle are everywhere: a heavy desk is tipped over, a lamp has been broken, a piece of “modern” artwork has been knocked of the wall. The most telling sign, of course, is the broken window. A gaping black hole framed with jagged teeth of broken glass, the window is framed by two deep red curtains which flapper in the wind. The room is silent but for the wind’s whistle and moan. A thin dusting of snow covers the scene – stained red with blood on the window sill, white everywhere else. </p><p></p><p>Patrick runs down the stairs and pulls the piccolo up with him towards the room. Upon seeing the scene the piccolo’s eyes open wide and he falls down on to his knees in shock. Taking a step in the room, curiosity and alcohol driving him, Patrick walks around the room towards the window. He peers outside through the black hole and into the chasm below and a strange feeling encroaches upon him while a picture of what happened forms in his head. As he turns around he sees a small silver briefcase staking out from underneath the bed as if concealed there in a hurry, an airline tag identifying it as the property of a certain Damien Carson. He bows down and picks up the briefcase and walks slowly from the room. While he passes the piccolo, staring blank at the floor, near the door he sees someone walking towards him. Aroused by the trouble on the corridor while still working behind his laptop, Rom got up from his desk and went to see what was going on. While he spots the piccolo on his knees, Patrick appears in the doorway from the open room and scurries past him with some kind of briefcase clutched between his arms pressed to his chest. He calls out to Patrick who just looks around for a sec and continues down the corridor. Rom walks up to the piccolo where he catches a sight of the scene in the room and he turns around quickly to see where Patrick went, not knowing what to think. He spots Patrick at the end of the corridor where Richard opens up and lets him in, he thinks for a moment and runs towards the two who now disappear into the room.</p><p></p><p>Richard intrigued by the story Patrick told him and also curious to what is in the briefcase, puts it down on his desk to examine it as Rom walks in. While the three start debating what to do with the briefcase, a scream echoes through the Hotel. Wen the three run outside the room they see a woman dressed in a nightgown staring at the room in shock for a moment before she collapses.</p><p></p><p>Richard and Patrick head back into Richards room to open the briefcase, while Rom unwilling to take part in this heads down stairs to tell the manager what is happening and to call the police. As he walks down the stairs he encounters Mark who had just wrapped up his nightly conversation with Cynthia Carmichael and was heading for bed. Mark stops him for a moment to ask what that scream was about and Rom merely directs him towards the room with the horrid scene where he might be able to help the two people in shock. While Mark heads upward to try and offer some aid to the two traumatized people, Rom walks into the foyer and encounters the manager just on his way to find out what was going on in his hotel at this our of night. Rom suggests to call the police and explains everything to him while they walk towards the managers office to call in the law, including the briefcase.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile Coen, woken from his sleep by the scream, stumbles into Richards room where he gets the quick version of the story while Richard attempts to pry open the briefcase. At the moment he succeeds all they hear before opening the briefcase is a loud “click” sound and as they open the briefcase all they see is a puddle of black goo, which appears to have been some documents. Silent for a moment while they look at the booby-trapped briefcase, they know they screwed up, bad. In a last attempt to figure out what was its contents, Coen tries to pick up some of the remains but all he does is burn his fingertips on the acid like substance as the paperwork crumbles to black dust under his touch. </p><p></p><p>While the three in Coen’s room are standing a bit dazed and trying to figure out what to do with the ruined piece of evidence, Mark has been busy snapping the piccolo out of his madness and helping the fainted woman back upon her feet and offering her a glass of water. While taking the two away from the scene in the room, the police have arrived and are being welcomed by Rom and the hotel manager in the foyer. Coen notices the arrival of the cops and alerts Richard and Patrick that they should really lose the briefcase. Richard looks frantically around what to do as his eye suddenly catches sight of the curtains in the back of the room. Quickly he moves to the window, flings the curtains aside, opens the window and throws the briefcase into the black of night down into the chasm.</p><p></p><p>Once upstairs the deputy seals of the room while the sheriff rounds up everyone in the hotel for questioning. He takes everyone’s statements only to discover one inconsistency… the silver briefcase. He rounds up the investigators and confronts them with the different statement from Rom. After a few minutes the sheriff is convinced that Rom is babbling nonsense and that it must be some result of the shock of witnessing such a horrible scene as Rom suddenly remembers about the piccolo who was outside of the room the whole time… The others give each other a cold stare not knowing what to do. When the deputy and the piccolo enter the room, the piccolo is asked what he knows about such a briefcase and he simply states he knows nothing and saw nothing during that time and he just keeps going on about what he saw. After the piccolo left, the room Mark asks if he may leave now and without waiting for an answer he hurries after the piccolo to attend to his mental health. The sheriff convinced the silver briefcase is nothing but a figment of someone’s imagination, dismisses them but as they all leave the room they can judge by the sheriffs demeanor that he considers them the prime suspects in this case.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="The Forsaken One, post: 455455, member: 799"] [b]Chapter 1, session 1, the first night[/b] CHAPTER 1: SNOWFLAKE VALLEY As the hours passed and the daylight faded away our investigators saw their headlights fail to pierce the gloom the blizzard had thrown about them. As the blizzard grew in force and vision became limited to only a few yards the question arose if they, with night encroaching on them and in the middle of a storm , should push on or halt for the night and put up with a nights rest in their vehicles. While Richard, Mark and Rom in the lead vehicle were debating weather to halt for the night or not they were caught of their guards as a figure is spotted in the headlights for a split second. In a attempt to avoid the figure, Richard desperately makes a hard right and floors the breaks, pulling the vehicle into a spin on the snow covered county road. Spinning out of control the Range Rover Jeep, striking the figure with its rear bumper, slides off the road and crashes head-on into a snow-covered embankment. Seeing the other vehicle break and spin of the road, Patrick, driving the second car, pulls over and hastily makes his way to his friends car with Coen, grabbing a first aid kit, close behind him. Only to see a injured man lying on the far side of the road, bundled in blankets and an old leather jacket, a dark scarf wrapped around his face. The scarf came loose when the man was struck, and Patrick and Coen now see the wizened visage of a Native American. His cheeks and chin have been scraped raw by the snow, blood is seeping through his clothing, and his left leg is twisted into an unnatural position, the foot wrenched almost backwards. His dark eyes burn with a fire that belies his age, and his scowl hold nothing but bitter contempt for the people who just ran him down. Gray hair and snow fly about his face as he raises a trembling hand towards the two staring at him, fingers splayed. “Chee ka towanay,” he mutters. “Chee kanah ma ka towanay!” As both Patrick and Coen try to reach the man, a streak of snow blinds the two for a moment and they only look up again to find the old man gone. Disappeared into the snowy storm that is ever closing around them. Looking at each other for a moment not knowing what to think they move back to their friends car to find them all uninjured as they got away with just a good scare. Coen and Patrick tell the rest what they just experienced and the rest shares what happened and so how they got into this mess. After a moment or two of silence and gaping at the blizzard around them they all find eachother looking at the same thing. The dimmed lights about half a mile away appearing to be a small town. Looking at eachother all they do is nod before they get back into their vehicles and get on their way to the small town which appears the only place that can offer them respite from the fury of the storm. As they get off the county road and press on to the small town they catch their first real glimpse of the town and are greeted by a large sign that reads: “Miners Folly”. A half dozen streetlights glow like ghosts in the snowy night, giving the impression that the town is hanging in space. It is nearly midnight when our travelers arrive; the store and house windows are all unlit save those of the sheriff’s office and a light about a mile out of town piercing the gloom. As the five enter the small office there is no one there except for a Deputy that introduces himself as Sean Dumont who tells them that sheriff Wilheim won’t be in till the morning. Giving each other a sincere stare they decide to hold still about the accident earlier that evening in a attempt to avoid trouble which, going on a skiing trip, is the last thing they are looking for. After about 10 minutes or so, it becomes clear to them that Dumont is anxious for them to leave though he denies it when Rom decides to mention something in that direction. As the guys walk out he asks if they have a place to stay, and since they don’t, he recommends a stay at the Clearwater Hotel, about a mile out of town and offers to call ahead for them. The Clearwater Hotel is ablaze with light, shining like an ornate beacon through the blowing snow. When the five arrive they find the skeleton overnight staff courteous and understanding in the extreme, even going as far as offering them an “emergency weather discount.” As the piccolo shows them their rooms, they are encouraged to visit the Valley View restaurant for appetizers and drinks (which has been kept open late to accommodate stranded travelers). They also learn that Miners Folly has been completely snowed in. Phone lines are down and the pass won’t be cleared for four days. “It’s the county plows,” explains one of the helpful hotel staff. “We’re right on the county line, and they work their way from the middle, so the road out of here is the last to get plowed.” As the rooms are assigned they find that all they receive on their televisions is static during the storm, because there is no cable service in Snowflake Valley. When Richard and Patrick look behind their heavy red velvet curtains, a large double window overlooks a black chasm below. Rom decides to remain in his room to work a bit on his laptop and Coen finds himself to tired to lust for anything else then to go to bed. So the remaining three walk down to the restaurant, and are discouraged to leave the hotel for the rest of the night because of the snowstorm. To make up for keeping their guests cooped up, the hotel management offers a 25% discount on all food and drinks and keeps the Valley View open all night. Because it is so late, most of the other guests have already gone to bed; the only other non-staff person still around except for Mark, Richard and Patrick is Dr. Cynthia Carmichael who has set up camp at the bar and appears to have no intention of leaving anytime soon. Richard finds himself quickly bored in the dull restaurant and soon heads back up to his room for a good nights sleep. Mark however has sat himself down next to the attractive Cynthia who was, just like our investigators on her way to a nearby ski resort when the blizzard forced her to stop in the mining town for the night. A very attractive woman with long blond hair and glasses, Cindy’s appearance belies her age which is pushing forty. She tells Mark that she teaches astronomy and inductory physics at Mandrake University in Eastfield, Montana and that she only has a week of vacation and that half of it is going to be wasted here. She and Mark get caught up in conversation that lasts till late that night. Patrick on the contrary has found himself another way to entertain himself that night, drinks, lots and lots of drinks. After several drinks he heads out to take a piss and while he crosses to foyer on his way to the toilet he spots two stocky men in suits wrapping themselves in blue parkas as they walk passed him and exit through the side exit. As Patrick holds for a moment, surprised to see anyone leave the hotel this late, he sees them enter a car and a moment later he hears an engine start and the SUV pulls away into the storm. Later that night while Patrick is returning to his room, he hears rustling and banging sounds coming from his window. Upon investigating, however, our drunk discovers that his window is tightly latched shut. The banging starts to become more rhythmic and Patrick realizes that the banging is coming from next door. As he looks out the window he sees that the window next to his is closed but that the glass has been broken out and a dark trail trickles down the wall. He pulls himself together and walks next-door, where he finds the door unlocked and ajar, opening as he knocks on it and slowly revealing the scene within. Signs of a struggle are everywhere: a heavy desk is tipped over, a lamp has been broken, a piece of “modern” artwork has been knocked of the wall. The most telling sign, of course, is the broken window. A gaping black hole framed with jagged teeth of broken glass, the window is framed by two deep red curtains which flapper in the wind. The room is silent but for the wind’s whistle and moan. A thin dusting of snow covers the scene – stained red with blood on the window sill, white everywhere else. Patrick runs down the stairs and pulls the piccolo up with him towards the room. Upon seeing the scene the piccolo’s eyes open wide and he falls down on to his knees in shock. Taking a step in the room, curiosity and alcohol driving him, Patrick walks around the room towards the window. He peers outside through the black hole and into the chasm below and a strange feeling encroaches upon him while a picture of what happened forms in his head. As he turns around he sees a small silver briefcase staking out from underneath the bed as if concealed there in a hurry, an airline tag identifying it as the property of a certain Damien Carson. He bows down and picks up the briefcase and walks slowly from the room. While he passes the piccolo, staring blank at the floor, near the door he sees someone walking towards him. Aroused by the trouble on the corridor while still working behind his laptop, Rom got up from his desk and went to see what was going on. While he spots the piccolo on his knees, Patrick appears in the doorway from the open room and scurries past him with some kind of briefcase clutched between his arms pressed to his chest. He calls out to Patrick who just looks around for a sec and continues down the corridor. Rom walks up to the piccolo where he catches a sight of the scene in the room and he turns around quickly to see where Patrick went, not knowing what to think. He spots Patrick at the end of the corridor where Richard opens up and lets him in, he thinks for a moment and runs towards the two who now disappear into the room. Richard intrigued by the story Patrick told him and also curious to what is in the briefcase, puts it down on his desk to examine it as Rom walks in. While the three start debating what to do with the briefcase, a scream echoes through the Hotel. Wen the three run outside the room they see a woman dressed in a nightgown staring at the room in shock for a moment before she collapses. Richard and Patrick head back into Richards room to open the briefcase, while Rom unwilling to take part in this heads down stairs to tell the manager what is happening and to call the police. As he walks down the stairs he encounters Mark who had just wrapped up his nightly conversation with Cynthia Carmichael and was heading for bed. Mark stops him for a moment to ask what that scream was about and Rom merely directs him towards the room with the horrid scene where he might be able to help the two people in shock. While Mark heads upward to try and offer some aid to the two traumatized people, Rom walks into the foyer and encounters the manager just on his way to find out what was going on in his hotel at this our of night. Rom suggests to call the police and explains everything to him while they walk towards the managers office to call in the law, including the briefcase. Meanwhile Coen, woken from his sleep by the scream, stumbles into Richards room where he gets the quick version of the story while Richard attempts to pry open the briefcase. At the moment he succeeds all they hear before opening the briefcase is a loud “click” sound and as they open the briefcase all they see is a puddle of black goo, which appears to have been some documents. Silent for a moment while they look at the booby-trapped briefcase, they know they screwed up, bad. In a last attempt to figure out what was its contents, Coen tries to pick up some of the remains but all he does is burn his fingertips on the acid like substance as the paperwork crumbles to black dust under his touch. While the three in Coen’s room are standing a bit dazed and trying to figure out what to do with the ruined piece of evidence, Mark has been busy snapping the piccolo out of his madness and helping the fainted woman back upon her feet and offering her a glass of water. While taking the two away from the scene in the room, the police have arrived and are being welcomed by Rom and the hotel manager in the foyer. Coen notices the arrival of the cops and alerts Richard and Patrick that they should really lose the briefcase. Richard looks frantically around what to do as his eye suddenly catches sight of the curtains in the back of the room. Quickly he moves to the window, flings the curtains aside, opens the window and throws the briefcase into the black of night down into the chasm. Once upstairs the deputy seals of the room while the sheriff rounds up everyone in the hotel for questioning. He takes everyone’s statements only to discover one inconsistency… the silver briefcase. He rounds up the investigators and confronts them with the different statement from Rom. After a few minutes the sheriff is convinced that Rom is babbling nonsense and that it must be some result of the shock of witnessing such a horrible scene as Rom suddenly remembers about the piccolo who was outside of the room the whole time… The others give each other a cold stare not knowing what to do. When the deputy and the piccolo enter the room, the piccolo is asked what he knows about such a briefcase and he simply states he knows nothing and saw nothing during that time and he just keeps going on about what he saw. After the piccolo left, the room Mark asks if he may leave now and without waiting for an answer he hurries after the piccolo to attend to his mental health. The sheriff convinced the silver briefcase is nothing but a figment of someone’s imagination, dismisses them but as they all leave the room they can judge by the sheriffs demeanor that he considers them the prime suspects in this case. [/QUOTE]
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