Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Shapermc]

Shorty takes up the rear, with his hand on his pistol. Why diden't I bring my 'violin' in with me.... Shorty thinks to himself. He enters the room and looks around.

"I thinks that the slab over there is ment to keep something in, see. No need to let their pet, or guard, out guys. If um... what about that curtain." Shorty says in an exceptionally nervous tone as he walks acroos the room to pull down the curtain.

When he gts there he gives it a strong tug to see if it is able to be had at. If not he just moves it out of the way.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish looks at the slab as he wanders around the room, he goes with Shorty to inspect the curtain.

"What if its for squishin' people?" he asks nervously, glancing back at the slab.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Thomas' raps on the stone slab have a faint hollow sound while those on the floor around it have a hard solid sound.

When Shorty come to the curtain he can tell that it parts in the middle. With Hamish looking over his shoulder he pulls them apart. Your flashlights reveals a six foot by six foot alcove. You both jerk back in suprise when your light hits the figures standing along each side of the wall of the alcove, two to each side making a total of four. The faint foul smell that you detected upon entering the chamber hits you like a brick as you part the curtain. With a gasp you see that the figures seem to be corpses of young adult black men. Their intestines hang from their sliced open bellys like obscene ropes. The symbol for the Cult of the Bloody Tongue is cut deeply into their foreheads and their mouths are sewn shut with twine.



[OOC: Hamish and Thomas loose one point of sanity for seeing the bodies.]

 

[Krug]

"HORRORS! HORRORS! IS THIS WHAT WE WERE EXPECTED TO FIND? VILE! VILE 'TIS IS!" Thomas backs away from the sight.

"There's something underneath and pull back the curtains!" says Thomas. He looks at the block. "We... we might need to move it."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish goes pale and looks away.

"Err, is that what it looks like bro'ter?" he asks, fear in his voice.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

OOC: Sorry to interrupt the IC thread with an OOC but I wanted to let everyone know that I will be on vacation for the next two weeks. I will still have computer and internet access for most of my trip so I will still be able to post, although it will be a bit more sporadic than usual. Yellow Sign, feel free to take control of Father Joe as needed.

Toric

 

[Krug]

-bump-

 

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish shakes his head in a vain attempt to get rid of the image he just saw.

"Well, I guess de only way from 'ere is down," Hamish rolls up his sleeves and heads over to the chain and pulley, "Who says we see whats underneath? It could just be sa'more stairs after all."

 

[Yellow Sign]

As Hamish glances at the alcove before he moves away,he notices a bundle on the floor in the back of the alcove. It appears wrapped in a leopard skin.


[OOC: sorry for the delay in posting but my internet access has been spotty lately. Oh by the way, I know Shaper and Toric are away but what about VorpalB? VB where are you?]

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Ay, there's something down the back there," Hamish says, he looks at the gutted corpses though, not wanting to move amoung them, "Umm, anyone got a nice long piece o' rope?"

He rolls his sleeves back down.