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Message: <blockquote data-quote="bruin" data-source="post: 1057079" data-attributes="member: 12587">House of HellA Call of Cthulhu game based on a conversion from a Fighting Fantasy AdventureAugust 2003: One day, three investigators made what they thought would be a relatively uneventful trip from Boston to a crime scene near Dunwich…<a href="http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=59118" target="_blank">OOC</a><a href="http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=59199" target="_blank">Cast</a> OODM:  Please use quotes to indicate speech, and italics to indicate thoughts.  Please avoid colored text as I have trouble reading it sometimes.  IDM:The three of you settle in for a fairly long drive.  Tanya, the Boston detective, has earned a reputation throughout New England for being especially adept in solving cases that border on the bizarre and supernatural.  Most of the time these prove to have a rational explanation, with the occult element merely being a figment of this or that person's imagination, but other times… Well, suffice it to say that Damien’s expertise comes in just as handy as Kyle‘s does at times.  She’s been asked to investigate the scene of a crime near Dunwich, a case of what appears to be a satanic ritual murder.  Sounds like the perfect cover-up for a more mundane motive, but nevertheless she’s asked Damien to come along for the ride.  Most of you are a little shaken by an earthquake that hit Boston today.  Dunwich is about 85-90 miles to the northwest, near the Vermont border.  You’ve waited out the rush hour traffic, so you start off just after 6 pm, hoping to make it to the hotel in Dunwich for a good night’s rest before starting the investigation the following morning….About halfway there, you hear rain begin to trickle against the roof of the car.  The trickle quickly turns into a torrent, and Tanya has to slow the car a bit just to keep it under control…You are about 20 miles off from Dunwich when Tanya apparently makes a wrong turn.  After ten minutes of driving she realizes the mistake, and tries to take a shortcut on a country road she thinks will bring her back in the direction of the road they need to be on…Another 10 minutes and it’s becoming more and more apparent that the shortcut is leading them further from the main road into Dunwich; from what you can figure, you must have been diverted somewhere to the northeast of where you should be…Tanya strains to see what’s up ahead; the headlights only barely illuminate the road through the downpour and the country darkness.  Finally, up ahead, you see a structure at an intersection; looks like a garage with a gas station.  The road to the left might take you to Dunwich, but the road straight might take you there as well.  Better ask the attendant at the gas station.  This must be the last gas station in America that is full service only…The white haired old man throws on a raincoat and rushes out into the wind and wetness of the storm.  He fills up the tank and comes over to the window.  Tanya explains your situation.  He tells her to go straight, then take the first left, which should get you to Dunwich after about 30 miles or so.  Apparently you’ve gone off track more than you expected.  Tanya sees a weird glint in the old man’s eyes, but thinks it’s just her imagination, after all it’s been a long drive...Tanya follows the old man’s instructions.  The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up.  So there you are, a little after 9 pm, traveling from darkness into ever increasing darkness, barely even able to see through the windshield now as you take the road that hopefully leads to Dunwich and a pleasant night’s sleep…[OODM: Talk amongst yourselves]</blockquote>

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