Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Yellow Sign]

The man behind the counter says in a thick african accent "Gentlemen, can I help you find something in particular? A mask or statue perhaps?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish smiles at the man behind the counter and starts looking at the ornamental weapons.

"Corr, that one'd hurt pretty damn good," he says quietly to himself, analysing a weapon in particular.

 

[Shapermc]

"Hamish, don't touch that. It could hurt, but I bet that yull get a Hex from it if you even touch it." Shorty states to Hamish under his breath.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Joe walked up to the man behind the counter and cleared his throat. "Good morning, sir. We are associates of Jackson Elias. We have reason to believe that he ordered something from you folks and due to an unfortunate turn of events, he isn't able to come and pick it up so we are here on his behalf."

Joe did his best to tell the man the truth without telling him everything. He hoped that his words wouldn't cause the man to kick them out of the store.

 

[Shapermc]

Shorty pats Joe's back.

 

[Yellow Sign]

The old man looks at Father Joe with a smile on his face and with a thick african accent replys. "A Mr. Elias, you say? Humm now that you mention it. I did talk to a Mr. Elias yesterday on the phone. He asked me about some east african tribal masks. But we did not have the ones he was lookin for."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish goes to softly poke the weapon but decides against it at the last moment, instead deciding to hold his hands firmly behind his back. He soon shifts his focus onto another brutal looking weapon.

 

[Shapermc]

Shorty leans towards Hamish and whispers. "You know bro'ter that if you want it I can buy that nasty brute of a weapon for you, but make sure that it is safe from curses first, see."

 

[Yellow Sign]

As Hamish looks at the weapons on the wall. He can tell that most of them are made for show and that they have dull edges. One catches his eye though. It is a wooden handled bush knife with a two foot long blade. From the shape of the handle and the blade it looks very much like one of the knives that the thugs in Elias' hotel used.

 

[Festy_Dog]

It is a wooden handled bush knife with a two foot long blade. From the shape of the handle and the blade it looks very much like one of the knives that the thugs in Elias' hotel used.

Hamish's eyes go wide and his jaw drops open. He nudges shorty and starts discreetly pointing at it.

"Bro'ter, you can't say dats got ta be tha most hexed one of the lot," he whispers, "Thats the kind o' blade them cult types was usin'."

He starts looking about nervously, briefly looking over the people working here. His hand egdes nervously towards his coat, but he looks to Shorty for the last word.