Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City
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You take a taxi into Harlem. The streets are covered in blowing snow as people shuffle along the sidewalks with their coats pulled tightly about them. You arrive at a 1 Ransom Court, a dirty alley off of 137th street, east of Lenox Avenue. The only doors from the court are those of Emerson Emports and a back door of some shop. Crumbling tenements surround the court and many windows overlook the place. The shop-front on the court consists of a display window and a glass door. Both are curtained, so tha the interior of the shop cannot be seen. In the display window are pieces of African art. (Professor Carter's trained eye can tell that they are genuine)
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"Easy now, Hamish. Hopefully you won't be needing that today," Joe says as Hamish pats the gun under his coat, although he can't help but think of the crazed cultists from the previous night who had been intent on chopping he and his friends to ribbons. "Let's see if anyone is in..."
Joe walks up to the door to Emerson Imports and tries it to see if it is open. If not, he'll knock.
Joe walks up to the door to Emerson Imports and tries it to see if it is open. If not, he'll knock.
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The door opens easily to a small shop barely fifteen by twenty feet. The place is dirty ,dusty, and piled with African tribal artifacts and bric-a-brac-devil masks, leather-headed drums, stuffed model giraffes, carved wildebeasts, dull hand weapons intended for display, ivory warthogs, and so on. The shop has a oppressive feel to it. A large middle aged black women is looking at some masks over by a corner and behind a counter is a white haired old black man in white shirt, dark vest, and tie. He is wearing reading glasses and he looks to be in his seventies. As you enter he looks up from a writing in a notebook.
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