Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1.5 (New York City)


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Isida Kep'Tukari said:
OOC - Did anyone inside hear Miriam's call, or scream?

William turning a the sound of the front door opening quickly grabs a heavy walking stick from a stand near the counter. Jack grabs a heavy box and drags it over the trap door. From outside you hear what appears to be Miriam calling out. The room is dimly lit from the lantern in Jacks hand but you all see two men come in through the front door. With scowls on their faces the two black men pull out weapons. One has another of the long bladed bush knives and the other a heavy looking revolver. Snarling guttural curses they charge! Jibril's and the attacker's guns go off almost at the same time. A carved mask explodes next to William as the man's shot barely misses him. Jibril's shot hits home as the knife wielding man drops dead in his tracks. Father O'Malley grabs a wooden carved elephant as a weapon.

OOC: Yes they did. :)
 


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William charges the man with the gun and swings the heavy wooden walking stick. It hits the man across the temple and he drops like a load of bricks. (another crit!). For a few seconds the room is deathly quiet and you glance around for the next attacker. A man rushes in the open door and Jack rises his pistol to fire. Just before he squeezes the trigger he reconcises the man as Charles. Charles has stopped dead in his tracks with the Jack's pistol just a couple of feet from his face. Miriam comes up behind Charles and tries to make out what is going on.


OOC: Note
 

Jibril breathes. He counts those standing in the shop. "Everyone's here. Alhamdulallah! Ya Jack, Help me with the cabinet we came in here behind - that'll keep the trap door shut, enshallah." He points toward the back entrance, and gestures the others towards it, "Let's get out of here!"
 

After watching the man crumple to the ground with some satisfaction, William looks about to reassure himself that everyone's alright. "Good, you're all fine. Jibril's right. We should be getting out of here before we get any more company." He turns towards the back door.
 

"Sweet Mary Mother of G-", Charles begins, but is quickly cut off by all of the chaos that ensues. Charles does what he can to help, barely knowing what to do or to whom he is doing it, bumbling around in the dark like a fool. He manages to squeak out, "We've got a taxi waiting!", but other than providing poorly delivered manual labor, there is little more that he is able to do, so confuddled is he...
 

"Right. Let's get out of here before we have anymore trouble. We need to get Lt. Poole medical attention, then contact the police, let them know he's been injured and let them sort the rest of this out."
 



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