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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4068400" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Lethal Legacy: Part 3 – Lich Street</strong></p><p></p><p>Only a few blocks from the roiling, rain-swollen Miskatonic River, Drebber’s building was a late Victorian faced with brick and broken up into apartments, a-squat on subsiding ground. The cold, hard rain lent the impression that the building would continue to slide, but it was quite solid. A few ragged willow trees bowed their heads in the shallow front yard.</p><p></p><p>Hammer took out his Glock and nodded to Blade. Blade knocked on the door. No one answered.</p><p></p><p>He knocked again. </p><p></p><p>An older man opened the door in the adjoining apartment, adjusting his glasses. “Hello?”</p><p></p><p>Hammer holstered his pistol. “Hello. Do you know a Douglas Drebber?”</p><p></p><p>The old man wandered out onto the stoop. One side of his glasses were frosted. The man was blind in one eye. </p><p></p><p>“I heard a lot of shouting last night, followed by a smashing sound. I was tempted to telephone the police, but I didn’t dare walk to the nearest payphone. It’s at the bar on the corner.”</p><p></p><p>“So you don’t know Douglas Drebber?” asked Archive.</p><p></p><p>“Eh?” asked the man.</p><p></p><p>“Drebber? The man who lives here?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, I don’t know his name. Tall geek who rents from Mrs. Gladys Cooper.”</p><p></p><p>“Thanks,” said Jim-Bean gruffly. The old man got the hint and wandered back into his place.</p><p></p><p>“Still got your lock picking tool?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“Yep!” said Guppy. </p><p></p><p>Hammer stared at him. </p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe you should use it?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, sure!”</p><p></p><p>Guppy pulled the tool out of his belt pouch and went to work. In a few moments there was a click and the door popped open.</p><p></p><p>The hallway opened into steps leading upwards. To the right was a huge hole. Bricks, mortar, a broken window casing, and broken lumber littered the yard. The roughly circular hole was seven feet across, shattered as if a runaway truck had driven out through the wall. </p><p></p><p>Blade leaned down to look at the tracks. “No human foot made these prints. Looks more like a bear’s, with four long razor-tipped toes.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer took out his pistol. “Blood on the steps.”</p><p></p><p>The steps wound upwards and turned abruptly. Hammer stopped and then stepped over the entrails.</p><p></p><p>“Gah!” shouted Guppy, holding his mouth.</p><p></p><p>At the next corner, a few steps from the upstairs landing, was the dead body of what was probably a woman, her limbs snapped and weirdly twisted. The flesh of her face had been ripped away, her guts and internal organs crumpled out everywhere, her flowery print dress riven and blood-soaked. Even in the chill draft from the stairs, the scent of death was strong and disturbing. </p><p></p><p>Hammer pointed Blade at the bedroom, Guppy at the bathroom, and Jim-Bean and Archive at the kitchenette. Blade stayed with Hammer as he snapped on a pair of plastic gloves.</p><p></p><p>“Hey, check this out,” said Jim-Bean. “Randy Kalms, ever heard of him?”</p><p></p><p>Blade nodded. “He wrote a few scripts for movies my ex-wife acted in,” he said. “Mostly a lot of crap in the eighties.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean had a people article in his hand that he snatched from the corkboard above the sink. “According to this People article, he turned family man and moved out to Arkham with his third wife, Mary.”</p><p></p><p>On the kitchen table were three half-empty jars, two of dark color and one of bright yellow powder. All were capped. </p><p></p><p>Archive stared down behind the counter. “I found the mummy. Most of him, anyway.”</p><p></p><p>The mummy’s feet and ankles had been sawed off.</p><p></p><p>“Kalms’ wife is in this picture too.” Jim-Bean held up a mildewed photograph in a tarnished metal frame. She looked younger.</p><p></p><p>Blade came out of the bedroom with a book. He handed it to Archive. It was titled, “Children of the Sea and Stars.” </p><p></p><p>Archive scanned it. “This book has instructions on how to make Dust of Suleiman.” He looked over at the capped ingredients. “Olibanum, sulfer, and saltpeter. Yep, it’s all here.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t tell me,” said Hammer, his examination of the dead body complete. “The last ingredient is…”</p><p></p><p>“…a mummy, yep.”</p><p></p><p>“What’s it for?” asked Blade.</p><p></p><p>“According to the book, protection against dread and unwanted visitations,” said Archive. </p><p></p><p>“Can you make more?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“Sure, but…”</p><p></p><p>“Make it. I have a feeling we’ll need it.” </p><p></p><p>“Why would we need some dust from a dead man?” asked Jim-Bean critically.</p><p></p><p>“I think that Drebbers summoned something he couldn’t control. And if I had to guess, he sent it to take out his ex-wife.” He pointed at the picture. </p><p></p><p>Blade clicked on his Cistron. “I’ll call the police and let them know about the mummy.”</p><p></p><p>Archive finished cooking the ingredients and poured the powder into a jar while Blade talked with the police. </p><p></p><p>“We don’t have to worry about Drebbers,” said Blade. “He’s dead.”</p><p></p><p>“Dead?” asked Jim-Bean. “Dead, how?”</p><p></p><p>“Wrapped his car around a tree,” reported Blade. “He died instantly.”</p><p></p><p>“Great, so now we have some huge monster on the loose and nobody to control it.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s why we have a job to do,” said Hammer. “Let’s pack up and get out of here.”</p><p></p><p>There was the sound of a toilet flushing and Guppy stepped out of the bathroom. </p><p></p><p>Everyone looked at him.</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>“Did you find anything in the bathroom?” asked Hammer expectantly.</p><p></p><p>“You used it instead of searching it, didn’t you?” asked Jim-Bean. </p><p></p><p>“Uh, well,” said Guppy quietly, “it’s a nice bathroom.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4068400, member: 3285"] [b]Lethal Legacy: Part 3 – Lich Street[/b] Only a few blocks from the roiling, rain-swollen Miskatonic River, Drebber’s building was a late Victorian faced with brick and broken up into apartments, a-squat on subsiding ground. The cold, hard rain lent the impression that the building would continue to slide, but it was quite solid. A few ragged willow trees bowed their heads in the shallow front yard. Hammer took out his Glock and nodded to Blade. Blade knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked again. An older man opened the door in the adjoining apartment, adjusting his glasses. “Hello?” Hammer holstered his pistol. “Hello. Do you know a Douglas Drebber?” The old man wandered out onto the stoop. One side of his glasses were frosted. The man was blind in one eye. “I heard a lot of shouting last night, followed by a smashing sound. I was tempted to telephone the police, but I didn’t dare walk to the nearest payphone. It’s at the bar on the corner.” “So you don’t know Douglas Drebber?” asked Archive. “Eh?” asked the man. “Drebber? The man who lives here?” “Oh, I don’t know his name. Tall geek who rents from Mrs. Gladys Cooper.” “Thanks,” said Jim-Bean gruffly. The old man got the hint and wandered back into his place. “Still got your lock picking tool?” asked Hammer. “Yep!” said Guppy. Hammer stared at him. “What?” “Maybe you should use it?” “Oh, sure!” Guppy pulled the tool out of his belt pouch and went to work. In a few moments there was a click and the door popped open. The hallway opened into steps leading upwards. To the right was a huge hole. Bricks, mortar, a broken window casing, and broken lumber littered the yard. The roughly circular hole was seven feet across, shattered as if a runaway truck had driven out through the wall. Blade leaned down to look at the tracks. “No human foot made these prints. Looks more like a bear’s, with four long razor-tipped toes.” Hammer took out his pistol. “Blood on the steps.” The steps wound upwards and turned abruptly. Hammer stopped and then stepped over the entrails. “Gah!” shouted Guppy, holding his mouth. At the next corner, a few steps from the upstairs landing, was the dead body of what was probably a woman, her limbs snapped and weirdly twisted. The flesh of her face had been ripped away, her guts and internal organs crumpled out everywhere, her flowery print dress riven and blood-soaked. Even in the chill draft from the stairs, the scent of death was strong and disturbing. Hammer pointed Blade at the bedroom, Guppy at the bathroom, and Jim-Bean and Archive at the kitchenette. Blade stayed with Hammer as he snapped on a pair of plastic gloves. “Hey, check this out,” said Jim-Bean. “Randy Kalms, ever heard of him?” Blade nodded. “He wrote a few scripts for movies my ex-wife acted in,” he said. “Mostly a lot of crap in the eighties.” Jim-Bean had a people article in his hand that he snatched from the corkboard above the sink. “According to this People article, he turned family man and moved out to Arkham with his third wife, Mary.” On the kitchen table were three half-empty jars, two of dark color and one of bright yellow powder. All were capped. Archive stared down behind the counter. “I found the mummy. Most of him, anyway.” The mummy’s feet and ankles had been sawed off. “Kalms’ wife is in this picture too.” Jim-Bean held up a mildewed photograph in a tarnished metal frame. She looked younger. Blade came out of the bedroom with a book. He handed it to Archive. It was titled, “Children of the Sea and Stars.” Archive scanned it. “This book has instructions on how to make Dust of Suleiman.” He looked over at the capped ingredients. “Olibanum, sulfer, and saltpeter. Yep, it’s all here.” “Don’t tell me,” said Hammer, his examination of the dead body complete. “The last ingredient is…” “…a mummy, yep.” “What’s it for?” asked Blade. “According to the book, protection against dread and unwanted visitations,” said Archive. “Can you make more?” asked Hammer. “Sure, but…” “Make it. I have a feeling we’ll need it.” “Why would we need some dust from a dead man?” asked Jim-Bean critically. “I think that Drebbers summoned something he couldn’t control. And if I had to guess, he sent it to take out his ex-wife.” He pointed at the picture. Blade clicked on his Cistron. “I’ll call the police and let them know about the mummy.” Archive finished cooking the ingredients and poured the powder into a jar while Blade talked with the police. “We don’t have to worry about Drebbers,” said Blade. “He’s dead.” “Dead?” asked Jim-Bean. “Dead, how?” “Wrapped his car around a tree,” reported Blade. “He died instantly.” “Great, so now we have some huge monster on the loose and nobody to control it.” “That’s why we have a job to do,” said Hammer. “Let’s pack up and get out of here.” There was the sound of a toilet flushing and Guppy stepped out of the bathroom. Everyone looked at him. “What?” “Did you find anything in the bathroom?” asked Hammer expectantly. “You used it instead of searching it, didn’t you?” asked Jim-Bean. “Uh, well,” said Guppy quietly, “it’s a nice bathroom.” [/QUOTE]
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