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Friday, December 14, 2012

Masks of Nyarlathotep Campaign Journal: Chapter 9 - How to trash a car

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The last session finished on a bit of a cliffhanger. Whilst sitting in the car during the storm, waiting to see if their trap would be sprung the investigators were shocked when there was a loud crunch and the roof of the car started to cave in...

Unfortunately the player behind Cutter was not able to join this session until near the end, which is why he took little action in the following chaos, other than becoming temporarily blinded and deafened.

I decided to leave the group in suspense a while longer at the start of this session, and so we began with Hubert and his vigil over half a lamb and a mantrap. After several hours lurking in his makeshift hide, with the cold wind and rain beating down around him, the fog parted to reveal a large, lurching figure approaching the trap.

Hello, is someone there?

Unfortunately Hubert did not fall into my trap. Showing uncommon hesitancy he decided to observe rather than shoot at the figure, which was for the best. The figure hunched down over the lamb, inspected it, then stood up and shouted something into the gale. He then loped off back into the fog. Hubert was able to make out that it was Lawrence Vane.

He decided to leave his trap and successfully managed to follow Lawrence's tracks.

Which brought us back to the rest of the group, trapped in a car beneath a raving monster...

Whatever was on the roof of the car was shuffling around with a low growling. It leaped from the car to the ground, setting the car rocking. Harry and Willard were on the same side of the vehicle as where the beast had landed, and could now see the monster. Huge, slavering, twisted and covered in thick wet hair, it's yellow eyes searched the moors for prey... it was the werewolf they had feared.

Willard shot it.

He fired his rifle through the window. In a tightly packed car. Oops! The resulting explosion of glass and noise deafened the occupants, and did nothing but serve to attract the attention of the beast.

Some distance away Hubert heard the shot, and ran towards the sound.

Not learning from Willard's foolishness Harry decided to go one better. He also shot the beast from within the car. With a Thompson submachine gun...

Warning. Do not use in enclosed spaces.

Glass, light, noise and hot, hot casings flew everywhere. If the investigators were not deafened before they certainly were now. Willard and Sebastian were also temporarily blinded by the bright muzzle flash. As if that wasn't bad enough Harry found several of the hot bullet casings had landed in his crotch. Perhaps I wouldn't need the werewolf to wipe the party out, they were doing a pretty good job of it themselves.

Harry did at least manage to hit the beast with his shots. Any normal person would have been turned into mincemeat by such damage, but all it did was make the werewolf very, very angry. In particular very, very angry with Harry.

The wolf struck a huge clawed hand at Harry, ripping the door from the car then reaching in for it's prey. Only judicious use of a Pulp Point saved Harry from certain doom, as he scrabbled backwards just in time, into the blinded Sebastian's lap. Instead of Harry's head, the werewolf ended up ripping the seat from the car instead.

Meanwhile Lawrence had reached the scene of the carnage, with Hubert close behind, and was staring in shock at the terrible events.

Harry, thinking quickly, managed to reach behind him and release the door handle, falling out of the car on the far side from the monster that had been trying to kill him. Unfortunately he fell on top of Sebastian, winding his blinded colleague.

Crawling half inside the car and continuing to trash it in a frenzy, the wolf saw Willard cowering in the back seat and decided it would be a good idea to try and bite his face off. Luckily it missed as Willard jerked backwards out of reach. The beast may have failed to harm Willard's face, but it succeeded in harming his sanity as he failed his SAN check. Not enough to drive him mad, but his sanity was now perilously low (at only 18!).

Lawrence started screaming. "Eloise! No!" at the beast, but it was too enraged and ignored his cries. Hubert tried to give his shotgun (with the silver-cased shells) to Lawrence, but the young Vane refused to take it, instead continuing to shout at the beast.

Chaaaaaaarge!

This time it heard his cries, turned, and charged at Lawrence and Hubert. Hubert knew he would only have one chance, so he pushed Lawrence out of the way and lined up his shot. He waited as the beast charged until the very last second, until he could see the yellow of it's eyes, then fired.

And the player rolled a 01 on his to-hit roll.

All the players cheered! I put my head in my hands and carried on...

The werewolf barrelled into Hubert, knocking him to the ground and landing on top of him, its jaws just inches from his face. Trapped beneath it's fetid breath there was nothing he could do, as he heard Lawrence screaming, "Nooooo!".

A moment later the great weight on Hubert's chest receded as the wolf started to transform back to the form of a young woman. A young woman with a huge shotgun wound in her chest, that Hubert had effectively just murdered.

Back at the car the other investigators picked themselves up and dusted themselves down. Despite Cutters attempts to repair the car it was a lost cause. The hire company were not going to be pleased.

Something tells me the hire company isn't going to be happy...
Lawrence, bereft, cradled the young woman's corpse tenderly, sobbing uncontrollably. It took some time, but he eventually quieted down, and the group managed to get him to his feet. Cutter picked up the body, covering it with his coat, and the investigators managed to lead Lawrence back towards Castle Plum.

Once there the story began to come out. Lawrence didn't want to talk, but Sir Arthur Vane told the investigators what he had discovered, and that Jeremy Stratton, the village priest, had been doing some research into the subject. A short phone call later and the reverend made his way up to the castle.

He explained that he had found the story in the ancient journal of a priest who had lived in the vicarage three hundred years ago, but that much of the text was in Greek, which he was struggling to translate. He had ascertained that a curse had been lain on the blood-daughters of the Vane family so that when they reached their 21st birthday a terrible transformation would take place on the nights of a full moon.

Sir Arthur told them how he and Lawrence would lock Eloise (who was Lawrence's sister) in one of the old cells in the castle basement. They had discovered a hole in her cell, leading to the old lead mines under the castle, that Eloise had used to escape her cell. Eloise herself knew nothing of the curse or the change she underwent.

Though stricken by grief Arthur Vane did not forget his heritage. A gentlemens' agreement was struck (though some of the investigators were less than gentlemanly about it!). In order to protect the good name of the Vane family what had happened would be covered up and no-one would be told. Cutter for one was disgusted. After all young Lydia Parkins had lost her life due to the Vane's cover-up.

Still, for now the agreement would stand. Hubert took the opportunity to collect a sample of Eloise's blood. I have no idea what for...

So there the session ended, and I decided to reward the investigators with some regained sanity and some skill checks. After all they had faced and defeated a terrible, murderous monster (even if their success had been down to the use of a Pulp Point and an incredible 01 percentile roll).

3 comments:

  1. Sorry I missed the majority of the session! I'm very much looking forward to the next one..AND..we have a plan! We stayed on Skype after you had logged and discussed our options and outstanding leads. I think you'll be pleased with what we came up with..Yes, you can expect more fun from your investigators on Sat evening :)

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    1. Cool, can't wait to hear what you have planned!

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  2. What a very fitting end. Knocked down by the dead werewolf before it reverts!

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