"What is this."
Record the chant in my notebook as best I can.
((If this takes a roll it should be Willpower because that's used for concentration. Awareness only mentions noticing things, and Knowledge is just for knowing things. Just a reminder based on the rules listed in the OP~))
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: d4
Madness: d4
Favor: d6
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
You scribble things down as best you can but....goddamn if it ain't hard. The voices are talking over each other and the words aren't in a language you recognize. You write them down phonetically as best you can.
"Guys, we definitely have company. There are green moths anywhere where there's a shadow."
Stand still and keep my guard up, look for ways to create light outside of shooting my gun.
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)
Claw hammer
$599
You look around. There are some wood fragments and boards sitting around...if mr.dragon face could come up here it would be easy to light them on fire. Or the entire building.
"Want me to burn them?"
Do what the others instruct me to do. If not..
Observe. Maybe the Moth-God has a reward for me. I don't expect so, though, given how the giant moth attacked me earlier. Try to learn something about the rituals of this god, and look for opportunities to steal power.
If attacked with something other than green fire, which might not damage me, fill the room with napalm and climb my way out.
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 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
The bodies, still wreathed in flame, suddenly stagger and begin to move. At first they move stiffly and drunkenly, as though all their limbs are asleep, but after a few moments they seem to straighten and gain their balance, walking purposefully out of the basement and up the stairs. You follow and see them step past Richard, all walking in a line, straight towards the moths.
"I... see..."
Well, as long as it doesn't mind me then I'll just find a quiet out-of-the-way corner and record from there. Something interesting might happen. Also make sure to note the direction it is looking at and any other interesting facts I can notice, perhaps something related to how it's using this power.
Other topics I could think about while waiting:
Was what I felt the thoughts of the man, the moth, both?
Does the moth contain part of the man? Or is it a completely unrelated consciousness?
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: d10
Occult stats:
Corruption: 0
Madness: 0
Favor: 0 (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 stay in the corner and record. The patient seems to be...just staring out the window intently, but the monitors are calming down a bit at least.
You think you felt the thoughts of the thing behind both moth and man.
The moth is a conduit to something. Something not human.