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In honor of late Mr. Elias

Notes of Professor Paynesworth:

Events of the tragic night on friday has left all involved in a startled state of mind. We are trying to figure out reasons for Jackson’s untimely demise, and the violence of it makes us all edgy. I think every one of us is trying to make some sense in to it all.

We met with Jonah Kensington, the head of Prospero House Publishing. He had presented letters and telegrams sent to him by Jackson along his travels, as well as some of Jackson’s notes. We spent the evening trying to piece together the route of Jackson’s travels and the reasons, findings and consequences of his investigations. It was alarming, how nervous and shaken he appeared to be when in London, according to his letter to Mr. Kensington. I think he believed to have found out something alarming considering the Carlyle Expedition.

I contacted Miriam Atwright, the head Librarian of Harvard University, to whom Jackson had sent a telegram from Nairobi, asking for book in their collection, “Africas Dark Sects” by Nigell Blackwell. She told that the book had disappeared from their collection before Jackson asked for it, in an unfortunate event that left part of the library ruined and filled with a foul smell, possibly rats. My further investigation revealed that the cuts in Jackson’s forehead corresponded to a sign known as the “sign of the bloody tongue” in the negro swahili language.

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Mr. Matthew Griswold visited the sister of late Mr. Carlyle, and she was generous enough to give us a collection of four book held in dear value by his brother. The volumes were of alarming nature, describing things obviously made up by insane mind. Billy, Shane and Calvin visited Emerson Imports, where Jackson had been asking about company called Ahja Singh.  The lead brought them to Harlem, looking for shipments from Kenya to New York that Jackson was looking into, in a curiosity shoppe called “Juju House”, there they found nothing of interest however. Instead, they found out that some of the previous murder victims with the same kind of hideous mutilation with the bloody tongue sign were connected to some missing Emerson Imports shipments from the Kenya. Lawrence did some inquiries of his own, including asking about Jackson from the people at Penhew foundation. In addition, Basil contacted a visiting lecturer from Australia, Professor Cowles, an expert in myths of the aboriginals of his continent. Jackson had been listening to his lecture the night before his ghastly murder.

Everyone of us are trying to get the answer to the questions: what is the story that Jackson was after, a story that cost his life. Before the funeral, we raised our glasses and decided that we would finish the book, writing of which Jackson paid so dearly for.

A Ghastly Murder

The following is an excerpt from the journal of Lawrence Wentworth Stafford, written in january 1925.

I had just finished my afternoon tea and biscuits, when a dear friend of mine, professor Abraham Paynesworth telephoned me. He had received a telegram from a mutual friend of ours, Jackson Elias, the adventurer-author, who was returning to the United States in a forthnight. What striked me as odd was his message, which stated that he had some new information about the Carlyle Expedition and wanted to form an expedition of his own, presumably to follow the trail of the Roger Carlyle. He invited us, Paynesworth, another mutual friend of ours, Dr. Vasili Jusupov, and me, to come meet him in New York. At the time, I did not know that he had sent a similar invitation to three other fellows, all of which I had met or seen last in the november of 1924 during the shindig of Jusupov, celebrating the completition of his dissertation.

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The ship M/S Wilhelmina docks in New York to pier #43 in the afternoon of 13.1.1925, and by a happy coincidence, Mr. Jackson Elias meets misters Calvin Borel and Shane O’Flannagan at the docks while disembarking from the said ship. He invites them – and later me, Paynesworth and Jusupov as well – to meet with him in the Chelsea Hotel on saturday 15.1. at the dinnertime, around seven.

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Our group of three arrived at the hotel shortly after misters Borel, O’Flannagan and Walker, and met each other in the lobby. We waited for some time, but Elias did not come down from his room, so we asked the reception in which room he was residing in, and took the lift to the fourth floor. Knocking on the door or calling out to Elias did not grant us entry, but after a moment, the sharp-eared mister O’Flannagan heard muffled sounds from the room – sounds he interpreted as sounds of villainy and burglary, and promptly kicked the door in with a sharp crack!

Both to our surprise and his, the door opened to the foyer, where a black man was trying to close the door on us, while another one was trying to flee the room through the window to the fire exit, his hands full of loot he was trying to steal. Before I – or anyone else, in fact – could react in any way, Mr. Walker dashed into the room, grabbed the first man, and forced him down to the ground with the help from his trained fists. The man at the window dropped his stolen goods, and produced a huge blade from somewhere on his belt. At the edge of my vision I saw Dr. Paynesworth produce a blade of his own from his cane, and soon Mr. Borel and O’Flannagan were upon him as well. As the latter gentleman entered the room, a sudden and loud bang was heard from the room – another man was there, and had just tried to fire on poor Mr. O’Flannagan!

It was there that Mr. Borel drew his own pistol, Dr. Jusupov grabbed a bottle, and the room was suddenly a chaos of moving men, shots fired, fists flown and I think even I grabbed my cane and tried to subdue the men inside, yelling them to give up and stand down.

After the men were pacified, we had a look around the room, and found poor mr. Jackson Elias laying on the bed, his throat cut and his chest cut open. Some monster had even carved strange symbol into his forehead. I remember feeling woozy, and had to grab a hold of a chair, the room seemed to move around me in a most disturbing way. I heard some distant commotion at the door, and later was told that Mr. Matthew Griswold the sixth had also been invited there, but left after seeing the horror that was inside. I also remember gathering up the documents the burglars were trying to steal, stashing them into my coat pocket.

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The police arrived quickly, saw the situation and got an eyewitness reports from Dr. Paynesworth and Dr. Jusupov. They told us they wanted to talk to us on the following day, and get our statements on record at the police station. After we were let go, my companions told me, that Mr. Griswold had invited us to his flat near the central park, and that’s where we were headed next.

The young mister Griswold wanted to know about the happenings in the hotel, since Elias had invited him there as well. Griswold had been supporting Elias’ travels and writing, and naturally was interested in his far too early demise. Since the evening was already upon us, Mr. Griswold let us stay the night in his guest flat a few stories below. I’m not sure when I finally fell asleep, since I was still shook up from the gruesome events. In the morning, the returned to the police, and gave our statements. Afterwards, some of the men left for the church.

The Masks of Nyarlathotep

At long last the Stars are almost Right. Soon Nyralathotep’s plans will come to fruition. Then the world will be changed irrevocably – but not quite yet. Pesky human investigators have learned much, but can they survive long enough to make sense of what they know?

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This roleplaying classic is a series of linked adventures forming one long and unforgettable campaign. Horrifying deeds and dangerous sorcery dog those who attempt to unravel the fate of the Carlyle Expedition.