Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Yellow Sign]

As the group of you search the room, you find several things of interest. Stuffed into the pockets of the murderers are several pieces of paper, two business cards, and a photograph. On the desk, Father Joe finds a flyer that is placed in the middle of a book.

The match box

A business card

The other business card
Emerson Imports

648 West 47th Street
New York, New York
Telephone: HA 6-3900

Handwritten on the back: Silas N'Kwane


The Photograph

A letter
Cairo, Egypt
3 January, 1919

Dear Mr. Carlyle:

I am informed that you seek certain knowledge of our land and can perhaps aid you in this. In my possession are singular curios which I most happily believe of interest. These I willingly send for your consideration, if a price can be agreed upon. Naturally they are ancient and must command a goodly sum. I will arrange matters to your satisfaction when your agent calls at my shop, in the Street of the Jackals in the Old Quarter.


Until then I remain your most humble servant,

Faraz Najir


A Letter
On Harvard letterhead:

Nov. 7, 1924

Mr. Jackson Elias
c o Prospero House Publishers
Lexington Avenue, New York City

Dear Mr. Elias,

The book about which you inquired is no longer in our collection. The information you seek may be found here in other volumes. If you will contact me upon arrival, I will be most happy to further assist you.

As Always,

Miriam Atwright

A Flyer
Tonight Only

"The Cult of Darkness in Polynesia & the Southwest Pacific"

a two-hour lecture with slides delivered by Prof. Anthony Cowles, Ph.D.

of the the University of Sydney (Australia) and presently Locksley Fellow of Polynesian Esoterica at Miskatonic University (Arkham)

Schuyler Hall, NYU

8 PM

Tonight Only


Father Joe is unable to identify the symbol and the head dresses are completely unknown.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish looks to Carter and grins reassuringly.

"Always a pleasure, m'lord," he says.

Completely uncaring of the violence he puts his gun away and binds the unconsious with any kind of cord or fabric within reach.

"Hey Bro'ter, thanks for the help there, but we gotsa 'member to bring 'at piece 'o yours next time. Clear a room wit dat, heh," he mentions.

 

[Krug]

Thomas looks at the clues, a bit dazed from all the blood. "Today as in Tonight? Well I suppose we have to interrogate our last 'cur'."

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

After looking over all the business cards, letters and various papers, Joe turns to the rest of the group. "Quite a bit of information to absorb. Looks like several leads that we could follow to figure out what Elias was up to or what he wanted us for. But first we should probably notify the authorities as to what occurred here, unless here is some objection?"

 

[Krug]

"Well I don't, but that means we have to turn over this man before we have time to interrogate him. I suspect that bald headed man might have called the police already as well, and catching us here with all this around us will be hard to explain," he says.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Well, its best that me and me bro'ter don't come into contact with those law types," Hamish says, "Theyz got a bit of a grudge against us two."

 

[VorpalBunny]

Satisfied there are no more clues to me found, Carter turns to look at the mangled corpse of Jackson Elias and lets out a pained sigh.

Elias, you couldn't help sticking your nose in places it didn't belong. I'm going to miss you...

Carter wipes his eye, stands, and turns to face the dead and unconscious thugs on the floor.

"I agree with Hamish. I think it's time for the brothers Gilladh to excercise the better part of valor as it were, and leave. We should set up a place to meet, though. Perhaps the lecture tonight?"

 

[VorpalBunny]

"And what to do with our unconscious friend, here? As Mr. Anderson said, the police will want him, but we need a chance to interrogate him. Perhaps we should rouse him?"

 

[Krug]

Thomas nods, sighing at the carnage. "Lets rouse him." He slaps the cultist awake a few times. "If the police arrive, Father you will have to try delaying them."

 

[Shapermc]

Shorty kicks the unconscious man in the gulliver and shouts "Rase and shine nancy! Me bor'ter and I's gots some questions for you. You better give me the answers I want and quick!" At this point Shorty grabs the back of his head and raises it close to his face, enough so that when he speaks and a little spittle flies past his lips they go right on to his fiace. "Wake... Up...!"