Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Miriam gives a shudder before she turns to O'Malley.*

"More than I would like... I must confess I did a reading on her, a true one, and what I found was... more disturbed that I had thought. What I saw was her arguing with her brother about how he was spending the family money. She said he had been reading strange books, books that had been giving him terrible nightmares. She also didn't like the fact that he was keeping company with the Negro woman either. But when I came out of the trance, Erica was looking mortally offended, and said that I had said unforgivable things.

"I don't remember it, but Charles told me later I began to speak in an accented man's voice when I was under trance and I said... here I wrote it down... 'Through the tainted blood of the Carlyle house has evil used to begin a new cycle of death and destruction. The seed of the blind, voiceless, mindless one has been sowed. The return of the giants of old is near. They will crush the cities of man and rise the great cities of power from the sea to rule again. Your brothers actions have started these event to come to pass. Woe be to mankind. Weep for your future.' I've never had anything like that happen to me before. Let's go meet Jackson, I want to know exactly what he's gotten us into," Miriam says, her voice a little shakey.

 

[yangnome]

Good Lord, the demons are latching onto her mind Father O'Malley thinks to himself before answering, I only hopes she turns back to teh Lord before it is too late.

Father O'Malley crosses his chest.

"I imagine the whole experience was quite tr amatic for you Miriam. Playing with the occult can be a dangerous afair indeed. You still look rather shaken from the whole experience. If you'd like, I can pray with you after we meet with Jackson."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I'd rather not have this discussion with you again right now Father, not when we're going to meet with Jackson. Come on dears, I need to get out of the cold," Miriam says, trying to get inside the hotel lobby.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

William glances at his pocketwatch and shrugs on his jacket. Walking towards the door of his apartment, he bids farewell to Madelyn and Dorothy. "I'm stepping out for a time," he says, "Meeting a few friends. Be back in a few hours." He lights a cigar as he steps down to the sidewalk, hailing a cab. "Chelsea Hotel," he tells the driver as he sinks back in the seat.

Once there, he greets the others in the lobby.

 

[Gomez]

Miriam, Father O'Malley, and William enter the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel. Going up to the front desk, you see Arabic looking gentleman talking to the manager. "I am meeting a friend her, Mr. Jackson Elias. Can you tell me what room he is in?" asks the gentleman. The manager looks down at a large book. "Mr. Elias is in room 4B, that’s on the second floor. Take the stairs and go to the right. It is near the end of the hall."

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Mr. Elias is in room 4B, that’s on the second floor. Take the stairs and go to the right. It is near the end of the hall."

"Shokraan; thank you very much," says the young man with a polite smile. He turns and notices the three people he had heard outside the hotel. Despite the fact that they had mentioned Mr. Elias, his shyness had prevented him from apporaching them at first. Not that it seemed clear that they are here to see him, too, it seemed a little silly not to introduce himself, especially now that they are apporaching. When they arrive at the desk, he speaks the them, a little cautiously. "Excuse me. I did mean to eavesdrop, but are you also here to see Mr. Elias? My name is Jibril Koresh...er... I was called to meet him here today." He finishes without more explanation, hoping one of them might supply one. While speaking, he tries to determine if he's met any of these people before.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"We are going to him, Mr... Koresh was it? How do you know Jackson?" Miriam asks, distracted from her own thoughts by the arrival of a stranger.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Yes, Koresh. Well, it is 'Al-Qurayshi', actually, but 'Koresh' is fine." Jibril looks at the three people and answers the lady as they look at him. "Mr. Elias is my friend. He has given me a great deal of encouragement in both my education and my art. In fact, he was one of the first to purchase one of my paintings." He pauses for a moment. "Is there something the matter with Mr. Elias? When he telephoned me, he seemed a little upset, but he did not have time to explain what was going on."

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Can't say that I'm knowing, Mr. Koresh, it's been quite some time since I've seen Mr. Elias," William says, offering his hand. "William Llewellyn-Phelps at your service. A writer. Jackson's helped me out on research for a few books of mine." Then, "Perhaps we should go up to his room now?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Can't say that I'm knowing, Mr. Koresh, it's been quite some time since I've seen Mr. Elias," William says, offering his hand. "William Llewellyn-Phelps at your service. A writer. Jackson's helped me out on research for a few books of mine." Then, "Perhaps we should go up to his room now?"

Jibril takes William hand, and nods. "I am pleased to meet you, sir." Addressing them all, he says, "He is in 4B." He waits to see if anyone says something further, waits for the lady to begin walking towards the stairs, and shyly offers her his arm, withdrawing quickly if one of her current companions does the same.