Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Yellow Sign]

Professor Carter, Shorty, Hamish, and Thomas look down on the locked wooden trap door behind the counter while Father Joe keeps a eye on the entrances. What do you do?.....What do you do?

 

[Shapermc]

*Whispering* "Bro'ter, you got your gun I gave ya? ... Good ... Well I throw this door open and then, wait umm. Just make sure that when I open it that there are no alarms in there, Ok?"

Shorty then checks the door for traps and if there are none opens it quickly.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Shorty examines the trap door and finds nothing out of the ordinary other that it is locked. Shorty works the lock and after a few seconds a click is heard. Taking a deep breath he pulls open the door. Your flashlights reveal a set of stairs barely wide enough for one person. The steep stairs lead downwards nearly twenty feet to what looks like a corridor. From this angle you cannot see how long it is or where this corridor leads.

 

[Shapermc]

*still whispering* "Alright, Hamish I told you there was some voodoo sh*t going on here! This is probably where they worship and do some strange dance, see!" After grumbling to his brother a bit he looks around and realises that everyone is looking at him strange.

"Hamish you think you could go down, gun first, and check it out? If you need to just knock any damn voodooist out, k?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish nods grimly, putting his game face on as he draws his Colt 1911 and switches the clip in it for a full one in his coat before holding it before him. He starts to descend the staircase slowly, his eyes darting about, chasing shadows created by the torches.

"Bro'ter, this is sum scary s," he says through gritted teeth.

[ooc: (7/7) in gun, (5/7) in removed clip, 4 full spares in jacket]

 

[Yellow Sign]

As Hamish gets to the bottom of the stairs, he sees a fifteen foot long corridor which ends a stout looking door. The ceilling is 8 foot above the foor. The walls, ceiling, and floor of this corridor are made of stone. Cut into the stone slabs are arcane tribal symbols of some sort. A kerosen lantern hangs from the ceiling in the center of the corridor. It is unlit.

 

[VorpalBunny]

Professor Carter can't hide the worried expression on his face as he whispers to Shorty "Do you think it's wise to send only one person? He might need assistance in a hurry."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"There's a kerosine lamp halfway down an' tribal symbols carved in the walls," he says, becoming a little unnerved, "Lamps not lit, but I'm worried 'bout these carvin's."

 

[VorpalBunny]

Tribal Symbols? "I'm going down," Carter says.

 

[Krug]

"Lets stay together," says Thomas. He takes out his gun. Into the lair of the devil...