Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

Hello Lt Poole, I'm Father O'Malley. We knew Jackson fairly well, we've worked with him in the past, though none of us had spoken to him in more than a year, aside from a brief phone call I had a couple nights ago. We came here tonight at his request. He had some information he wanted to share with us, though he didn't go into too much detail. I'm assuming though that the information had something to do with his death. He sounded very frightened when I spoke with him."
 

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"Yes, it's been quite a while since we've spoken to him, and he wanted to discuss something with us of some importance. We weren't too sure exactly what he was about... but it seems it was something people would kill over," Miriam says, gesturing dramatically. "The others who died... who were they?"
 

William nods silently in agreement with the others. "Same here. I'd be interested to know about these other victims as well, presuming you can disclose that information."
 

"He telephoned me also, asked me to come, but only just this afternoon. He sounded quite upset them, as well."

ooc: back from vacation.
 

Lt. Poole stares at you for a second and then a look of recognition dawns over his face. "I remember now. You were involved with the Stanford case a few years back. Well right now I could use all the help I can get. Well this is the ninth murder victim of this kind in the last 2 years. The victims have had no apparent connection. They are poor, wealthy, and middle class, both black and white, and from all over the city. All the victims had the same marks on their foreheads."
 
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"Why yes, Lieutenant! I hadn't recognized you until now! Yes, we had been investigating that dreadful affair," William says. "This all seems to be a bit more involved than your standard serial killer, doesn't it? Possibly some gang, or perhaps one of these despicable savage cults. Have your men had any luck identifying the symbol?" He places his hand over his pocket. "Do you mind?" If it's alright, he pulls out a cigar and lights it. "Elias claimed to have information on those Carlyle fellows - perhaps these murders are in some way connected with that?"
 

Andrew D. Gable said:
"Why yes, Lieutenant! I hadn't recognized you until now! Yes, we had been investigating that dreadful affair," William says. "This all seems to be a bit more involved than your standard serial killer, doesn't it? Possibly some gang, or perhaps one of these despicable savage cults. Have your men had any luck identifying the symbol?" He places his hand over his pocket. "Do you mind?" If it's alright, he pulls out a cigar and lights it. "Elias claimed to have information on those Carlyle fellows - perhaps these murders are in some way connected with that?"

"We think the mark is African in nature. Most likely connected with some sort of death cult. We have questioned some people down in Harlem but they refuse to talk about it. We have also checked the symbol against know Voodoo cults but they don't seem to be connected. We have the noted folklorist Dr. Mordecai Lemming researching the symbol but he has yet to give us anything solid to go on." says Lt. Poole.
 

"Hmm that doesn't suprise me much. I've copied it down, I'll try to run it through some people in teh church that specialize in this sort of thing. I appreciate you sharing information with us Lt."
 

yangnome said:
"Hmm that doesn't suprise me much. I've copied it down, I'll try to run it through some people in teh church that specialize in this sort of thing. I appreciate you sharing information with us Lt."

The policeman pulls out some business cards and hands them out to you. "If you do happen upon anything let me know. I think we have all the information we need from you at the moment. If I need anything further I will contact you. Now unless you have anymore questions, you can go."
 
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"Thank you again Lt. You can be certain that I'll contact you if we happen upon anything. Please keep in touch and let us know if you find anything else out. Messages can be left for me at St Francis."
 

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