Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

"Now dat's 'ow its dun eh bro'ter?" Hamish says proudly about the felled cultists, "That one there was one o' them bums we gave ta a little earlier.

His aim does not sway while he takes one hand off his weapon to indicate the homeless man.

"Like our good friend says, come closer an' we's burn ya freak, plus yous'll cop a little sumthin' from us three 'ere," Hamish says, reinforcing Thomas' statement.
 

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"Burn it anyway!! The thing's not natural... besides, who knows how many innocents its killed?? THROW THE MATCH!!! KILL IT!!"

Carter is pointing frantically at the pit while keeping his eyes on the door for for cultists.
 

"Bro'ter, perhaps he will still have the money on him once w wade through the rest of these Voodooist! Burn the thing! We can handle human flesh, nothing new." Shorty says to the room. He will continue to gun down anyone who enteres the room. He was hoping with the later sentence to INTIMIDATE the other cultist into staying back.
 

Thomas obeys Carter and lights the kerosene, either by using a match, paper or money and throwing it down. "So be it! To the hell that spawned ya you go!" Thomas says. He will draw out his gun and aim at the cultists, ready for action.
 

Joe will move to the side of either Hamish or Shorty, staying out of the line of fire of their guns, readying the spear to attack any cultist that gets close enough for him to reach.
 

Init:

Hamish 26
Carter 21
Thomas 19
Father Joe 16
Shorty 13
Cultists 12

Thomas drops a match down into the pit and flames begin to dance over the horrid creature. It's terrible cries raise to a fevered pitch.

Three more cultist rush into the room from the corridor. Their screams of rage mix with the din of sound in the room. Hamish's gun speaks first striking one of the men straight in the chest. He spins to the ground. Carter and Thomas fire almost in unison but only one bullet finds it's mark, wounding a crazed culist in the arm. The man continues his charge at the group. Father Joe stabs at the man as he lifts his machete to strike Professor Carter and the spear pierces his stomach and the man falls to his knees with a moan. Shorty shoots his broom handled mauser straight into the face of a cultist at point blank range. The cultist raises his hands to his ruined face and with a terrible scream drops to the ground.

A commanding voice calls in a foreign language from the trap door to the corridor. The cultists who are still in the corridor rush back up the stairs and into the Ju Ju House.
 


"We should make a jailbreak and get out now!" says Thomas. If his gun is almost empty he loads it. The screaming of the creature will echo in his ears until eternity.
 

"Grab all the stuff that we found fater and follow us. Bro'ter, Carter follow me!" Shorty says as he intends to head out the stair way to chase the negros (the perfered use in the '20's).
 


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