((When I said "they've been trying to cover up your kidnapping" by "they" I meant the Silent ones, not the moth.))
Helen put her hands together in what movies had taught her was some show of reverence and made a small bow.
"I am deeply sorry if I caused you trouble. But you see, that's why I need your help! It is my first week being a cultist and there's so much I don't know! Even those small bits of information you just shared with me have helped immensely!"
She raised her head to look at him again.
"However to me it appears as though you were a target long before I came along. I mean, the followers of the Silent one, the Empty one, they tried to kidnap and interrogate you, didn't they? Was it part of your plan?"
Do the thing where my mouth makes sounds that hopefully transmit meanings to others.
Name: Helen Hywater, though she insists on calling herself "The Recorder" during cult related activities
Appearance: A young girl (that looks more like she's in her late 20s) with short dark hair and green eyes. Tends to wear a dark brown trenchcoat and fedora during cult related activities to avoid suspicion.
Backstory: Has a fascination with recording stuff for posterity and specifically cameras. Makes her way through life doing odd jobs and videotaping things, sometimes things she probably shouldn't record. She's even managed to make some short films. She's a bit weird and she knows it but she doesn't care. As for why she's with the cult, she mostly just wants to record stuff and then sell them for fame and loads of money. Maybe she can make the world's first real found footage film.
Physical stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d10
Endurance: d8
Awareness: d12
Guile: d8
Knowledge: d6
Willpower: d6
Occult stats:
Corruption: 0
Madness: 0
Favor: d6 (The Scholar in Red)
World Stats:
Connections: d10
Possessions: d4
Money: d4
Standing: d8
Inventory:
Clothes
A high-end handheld camcorder with flashlight and infrared nightvision capability
Rented grey sedan (5 days left)
1 tape copy
3165$
"You misunderstand me. I do not rebuke your for drawing attention to us. I warn you that you have drawn attention
to yourself. The servants of the silent one seek to make all things mundane, to hide from the world the shape of reality, and to destroy all who know or worship that which is beyond the ken of man. We know of them. We have defenses against them. Do you?"
"Hmm. I wonder. Might break the knife, unfortunately."
Focus in on the chain and c҉̸̰̭͉͕̮̻͇ͅu̥̝̜̰̣̭̦͓t̴̡̨͔͇̲͇ it.
Name: Ailn
Appearance: Wrinkly, frail, and raggedy. She's actually not very old, and much faster than she looks, but certainly has an unhealthy look about her. Dark hair and eyes.
Backstory: Child of wealth, persistent illness, oddly unbreakable will. She left, of course. She doesn't see much use in money, though her family makes sure she has plenty of it. She'd like to be able to cure her illness, and maybe make some sense of this crazy world. Maybe going a little crazy will help, if that's what it takes.
Physical stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d8
Endurance: d6
Awareness: d6
Guile: d10
Knowledge: d6
Willpower: d12
Occult stats:
Corruption: 0
Madness: d4
Favor: d8
World Stats:
Connections: d4
Possessions: d6
Money: d12
Standing: d4
Inventory:
old messenger bag
coffee mug
pair of dice
notebook
pen
key ring
key to a Chevrolet Camaro
surgical tools (v. sharp and professional!)
regrettably fuzzy handcuffs
trash bags
double-edged knife
7 harnesses + carriage + carabiners
$224
The Eye
[7]
You examine the chains for a moment and then, with two swings, neatly cut them apart. Its simple when you aim for the weak points in the metal where the links have been welded together. But it isn't what you're looking for. Smashing metal with metal. Boring. Simple.
((Stab that bunny first!))
Burning everything down is an option, albeit the last one. Although if the hatch is made of wood, just starting a conventional fire on top of it would burn downwards and weaken the hatch to the point where the chains would be pointless.
Before that let all the others try. For my go, look for tools in the equipment. A metal file and a screwdriver could be used to make a crude cold chisel, for instance. If I can get some tools together, use them, or let Alin use them. If I can't or the tools fail, look around for rocks, metal scrap, etcetera, and move them to a firepit where I can heat them up to a great temperature, then move them with the fireproof parts of my body onto the chains. When the chain is scorching hot, use water, (or pee) to quench it. A few repeats of this should shatter a link.
If everyone fails, go with plan burn everything.
Name: Sean O'Malley, Phd.
Appearance: A trim, short man in his mid-40s, who looks noticeably reptilian, with long sharp teeth, a forked, snake-like tongue, scale-like flesh, and slitted yellow eyes. He has a hissing voice tone and smoke drifts from his nose and mouth.
Backstory: After completing his doctorate in Philosophy, he found his life unexpectedly limited after promoting some rather nonstandard views, after discovering and investigating some minor secrets. His position was since removed, and he no longer commands the respect he once had among his peers.
Physical stats: (list in order)
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d8
Endurance: d8
Awareness: d10
Guile: d8
Knowledge: d12
Willpower: d8
Occult stats:
Corruption: 1d4 (1)
Madness: 0
Favor: 1
World Stats:
Connections: d6
Possessions: d6
Money: d6
Standing: d6
Inventory:
$1390
Bicycle
Drafting Board
Datsun Maxima
Green Moth.
Ailn walks away, muttering about cutting things. Well...job is done at least. You pull the chains free from the door and give it a little test push. It moves freely.
Check whether there were any tools in the house. If any appropriate tools have been found, use them to break the chains.
Name: Richard Reed
Appearance: A well dressed man in his mid-twenties, he sports short brown hair and a well kempt mustache.
Backstory: Richard discovered the cult when one of his less prestigious connections informed him about otherwordly beings and of the knowledge these beings possess. Intent to learn this secret knowledge, he set out to join the cult.
Physical stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d10
Speed: d8
Endurance: d6
Awareness: d10
Guile: d12
Knowledge: d10
Willpower: d8
Occult stats:
Corruption: 0
Madness: 0
Favor: d4
World Stats:
Connections: d12
Possessions: d4
Money: d6
Standing: d8
Inventory:
Notebook
Pen
Drawing of the sigil, my visions and the visions from the bookshop lady.
Sedatives
Revolver
Box of Revolver ammunition (50 rounds total)
$599
You run out to the door holding a claw hammer only to find it already open. Oh. Well...free hammer!
Thinking for a moment, Alexis begin to wonder whether any of these patients possibly knew more about the pool than the tour guide spoke of. Perhaps they overheard the nurse speak of it.
Walking over to them, Alexis:
Made small talk with them concerning the pool in hopes of gaining information about it. Afterwards, she intended to convince them to vacate the area so that she can access the pool
Name: Alexis Ledbetter Cromwald
Appearance: Early thirties. Comely appearance and figure. Back-length curly blond hair. Coppery eyes. Wears an apron with pockets on the front.
Backstory: A former teacher who is the housewife of a domineering businessman, Alexis oftentimes fantasized about dealing with her husband Michael in brutal but creative ways. However, murder is social suicide in the age of improved forensics and profiling and divorce is out of the question as her husband provides her 'income' in the form of allowances. However, her chance encounter with the darkest mysteries of the world may very well give Alexis the power she craves... or it could send her plunging into a fate much worse than slaving to her idiotic brute of a husband.
Physical stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d8
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Awareness: d10
Guile: d12
Knowledge: d10
Willpower: d6
Occult stats:
Corruption: 0
Madness: 0
Favor: 3
World Stats:
Connections: d10
Possessions: d6
Money: d4
Standing: d8
Inventory:
$326
Purse
[1]
You walk over to the first person near the pool and promptly assault them with speech, leaning into them and interrogating them in a rapid onslaught of words and gestures. They attempt to back away from you, trip and fall directly into the pool. People start running in to help and the focus of everyone near by is immediately brought to here.