(YBA) Lovecraft in the Cathayan Tombs

[Yellow Sign]

My name is Lovecraft and I am looking for adventure. Would anyone care to GM a novice to YBA.


Lovecraft

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Items: Jade Oak Ring (+1 to Oak and Jade moves)

Lovecraft is a tall lanky gentleman from the mythic lands of the Northeast. He has a pair of thin round glasses and wears a archaic suit. Intensely curious and a lethal martial artist!


Walking down a lonely dirt road, Lovecraft eats a apple and kicks a small stone down the road, and then............

 

[Ciaran]

I'll DM for you, if you don't mind a novice (at YBA) DM.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Thats great

 

[Ciaran]

It has been a long journey to distant Cathay; several months have passed since your departure from your homeland, and you despair of all the civilized amenities you have left behind in order to investigate the strange mystical phenomena of the East. At least the air here is clean and crisp. You enjoy the cool breeze and the scent of dead leaves as you travel down an empty dirt road. Strange that you haven't seen any other travelers all day...

As evening comes on, the trees on your right draw back, revealing a broad depression littered with old stone structures covered with vines and bird droppings. These must be some of the ancient Cathayan tombs that you hoped to investigate! Of course, it is growing late, and you might want some rest before entering the tombs. A stone marker along the path says, "Yin's Mouth: 1 mile." You could press on to the village, sleep here beside the path, or enter the tombs...

 

[Yellow Sign]

Humm, those look very interesting, but my stomach is rubbling and a soft bed sounds so very good. I can always come back in the morning and explore in the daylight. Lovecraft continues down the road to the village.

 

[Ciaran]

You continue on down the path. The sky darkens and winking stars emerge, wreathed in tatters of drifting cloud. You catch the scent of the sea.

Not long thereafter, you reach the edge of a bluff; below and to your right, you can make out a handful of fishing boats drifting on the evening tide, returning to shore in the last light. A river flows in from your left; a small village stands where it meets the shore. The path zigs and zags its way down the cliff to the village, which sparkles with firelight below you.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Lighting a pipe. I walk down the zig zag path to the village humming a tune.

 

[Ciaran]

As you descend, the smell of dead fish infiltrates your nostrils, growing stronger as you go. By the time you reach the bottom, it has overwhelmed the salt smell of the ocean. A few candles and torches light your way amidst the huddled buildings and huts of the village; the moon has not yet risen. All is strangely quiet.

You pass a few villagers as you wander the few small streets. They look furtive, scarcely acknowledging your passage. Their faces seem odd, with pale skin, flattened features and wide, unblinking eyes. Passing a grim, silent temple, you reach what appears to be an inn, its sign blazoned with a hooked fish. Red light and warmth spill from its windows, along with a faint sussurus of sound; not the laughter and raised voices you'd expect from a tavern, but still more lively than the rest of this town.

 

[Yellow Sign]

Taking in the strange suroundings. Lovecraft strides forth and enters the tavern. His nose turned up at the smell of fish. I hope they have something else to eat here than fish.

 

[Ciaran]

You enter a low-ceilinged room lit by a blazing hearth-fire. A pot of stew bubbles over the flames; you smell fish and lobster. Two large tables are occupied by local fishermen, rough-skinned and unblinking, who go silent as you enter. An ordinary-looking young man sits alone at a corner table, glowering at nothing as he spoons up his fish stew.

An short, ugly, balding man with a wrinkled neck comes out from behind a stained wooden bar. Looking up at you, he says in a raspy voice, "Food and lodging, one yen."