Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

The man's eyes flicker open. They are dull and have the unfocused appearance of a opium addict. On his forehead a large egg sized knot begins to form and long string of spittle drops from his mouth. He begins to giggle. "The faces, the faces, more and more by the day.......eat you up....the faces, the faces...." With that he slumps back into unconsciousness.

Father Joe, who was standing by the door, hears someone knocking hard on a door down the hall. He can hear a deep male voice calling out. "Open up it's the police!"
 
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Thomas looks at the man. "Well.. that was helpful. I feel like I stepped into someone else's dream and wonder what happens when he wakes up," he says.

"Well looks like the cops are finally here. Normally as punctual as the royalty. Should we fake a struggle?" Thomas scans the faces of the others.
 
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Shorty looks around at the busted chair and many scattered items all over the room. No need to fake a struggle. Just put all the clues in your pockes, see. No need to have anyone else looking for these."
 

"I agree with Shorty, here. We've done nothing illegal. This battle was forced in self defense. The police will surely see the machete wounds on Elias, and the mechetes our deceased friends are holding here and make the connection."

"I say we let the police in to do their jobs. We might have to answer a few questions, but maybe we can ask a few also."
 


Shorty begins to think that after this situation is disfused that they should head to this Miskatonic U and talk to this professior about his lecture, and see if the picture has anything to do with his subjects. But this is just some thinking.
 

With the police outside Hamish gets a little panicky and heads straight for the windows, trying to find a fire escape.

"Bro'ter!" he whispers, "We has got to takes the escape, no coppers, ok?"

Hamish will quietly leave using the fire escape if possible, and wait a floor down for his brother.
 


"Off with the two of you scallywags then," says Thomas.

As the police get close, Thomas steps out to the corridor in a dead faint. "The horror... oh.. Jackson!" He stumbles forward in order to block the passage to the door. He bumps the door closed again. "The... the fiends! It's DESPISCABLE! What they've done!"
 
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