"She is quite trustworthy, I assure you. If we can prepare a missive for her, I will ensure she receives it. She is quite private and is notoriously difficult to meet with, though I can always get in touch with her."
"Of course, I would be happy to. However, I would appreciate your assistance in gathering together all the information we have on the topic. The more we can offer her, the more likely she will be able to help." Delphine set about the task of drawing as close a ressemblance to the tablet as she could muster. "Mr. Quatermain, if you could please copy the relevant entries from the journals? And perhaps a written account of the tale told by your friend, Dr. Rook?"
Post by dirkquatermain on Jan 18, 2016 23:07:39 GMT -5
Dirk slides the book over and sets about copying the relevant entries.
Ships log: Aug 9, 1606
Since leaving Vanuatu severe storms have blown us off course. Lookout has spotted land, but it cannot be. There are no islands in this area. However, we are low on water, so we will investigate in hopes of finding a spring.
Ships log: Aug 9, 1606
Astounding. Not only is there fresh water here, but there is a tribe living on this island. I would not have believed it possible. This spot is little more that a spit of rock in the middle of the ocean, how came they to be here? It is getting dark now, we shall lay over in the harbor and make landfall tomorrow.
Ships log: Aug 10, 1606
Shore party making ready to make landfall. Boat loaded with small trinkets and goods for trade.
Ships log: Aug 12, 1606
My God, what have we done? Shortly after making landfall, we were set upon by the warriors of the unknown tribe. They surrounded us and captured my men, leading us to the village at spear point. Once there I was able to convince the chief of my importance using the limited language I knew. The chief agreed to free me and the others of my choosing, but 3 must be kept for "the reaping". When asked what this meant, he refused to tell me. Though free, we were not given the freedom of the village, we were confined to huts and well guarded. Finally around midnight on the 10th, a unholy racket was heard on the side of the volcano, with much shouting and drumming, finally reaching a crescendo with several screams of mortal anguish. When asked about this, our guard said it was the reaping, and the god would feast well this night. In an attempt to befriend our captor and ease our fate, I started to form the basis of a friendship with the guard, sharing some of my tobacco with him. He seemed enthralled by my pocket knife I used to cut the leaf, and I lit upon a plan to find out more of our fate. I promised the ruffian the knife if he would tell me more of this "reaping". He explained his tribe worship a creature who he says crawled from the depths of the volcano, and once every full moon a sacrifice must be made to the creatures image. The unlucky victim is killed and eaten by all the members of the tribe, believing it will instill in them the favor of their unholy god. This, this was the fate I had condemned 3 members of my crew too. I must stop, I can write no more at present.
Post by dirkquatermain on Jan 18, 2016 23:10:00 GMT -5
Ships Log: Aug 12, 1606 cont.
I am better now. After finding out of these profane rights, a great desire came over me to see this idol, and destroy it if it was in my power to do so. I convinced our guard to show me this image, promising him more tobacco and other goods if he would do so. He agreed to take me the next night, as the temple would be empty the night after a reaping. Until then we slept and waited, being careful to eat no meat offered us by the villagers. Finally night fell and my guide appeared to lead me to this unhallowed ground. After much climbing we came to a cave, a natural fissure in the side of the volcano. My guide indicated the idol was just inside. The horror I encountered once I entered that place, my blood still freezes at the very memory. There, still wet with the blood of my companions, a table of piled stones, immeasurably ancient and covered with writing that defies the mind and confounds the eye. Writing that seems to move and shift of its own accord. But, the true horror crouched above the alter. A horrid idol, like nothing ever seen on earth, an unholy union of bird and bat and squid. Though I had Coke to this place with the idea of destroying this abomination, once here I found I could not, the malevolence rolling off the stones made me loathe to even approach the thing, let alone lay hands upon it. And when, in the back of my mind I thought I head an evil laugh issuing from the very stone itself, my mind snapped and I ran. I knew not where I was or where I was going. Once I came to myself I found I was in the longboat and rowing back to the ship for all I was worth. As for my other members of the landing party, I left them. God forgive me, I left them. For I am now fully convinced we were never to be free, we were to be held until the next full moon and the next reaping. Once aboard the ship I had sail raised and we departed with all speed. Though we have left the island behind, I am not sure we have truly escaped, for I still hear that horrible laughter, rolling from the deep...
"I am afraid dear lady that there is no written account of what happened to my friend any more . There was until he tried to burn himself and the journals he had kept . His belief was that what the journal contained was not for the site of others . We are lucky to have his spoken account as his wife stopped him 'cleansing' himself with fire as he planned to do. There does still exist one small passage which I can recount if you wish . It is mostly doggerel but I am happy to share it if you wish " He stops to puff on his pipe
"ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. I do hope this means something to one of you as I have tried to translate it into English on many a long night , but with no success . " The lights dim slightly as the Doctor speaks . " it seems Bernard has not payed the bills again , ha ha " His hands grips his pipe more tightly and he sucks it in heavily before letting it blow out strongly , with a sigh
Post by dirkquatermain on Jan 20, 2016 17:29:49 GMT -5
Dirk shuddered as the doctor spoke. Though he didn't know what the words meant, something about the very sound of them filled him with an unexplainable sense of dread and wrongness, like the words were somehow tainted with an unknowable evil.
"I will set off at once with these materials. Hopefully my journey will not take me too long. I will return as soon as I have consulted my friend." Madame Delphine starts gathering the various papers spread across the table. "Fare thee well, gentlemen. I will be in touch shortly, Goddess willing." The lady lifts her skirts about her ankles and sashays her way towards the door. She never misses the opportunity to make an exit.
Last Edit: Jan 21, 2016 18:06:31 GMT -5 by Delphine
Dr Rook watches her leave and smiles "fine figure of a woman , I must say . I just hope she returns soon. I am eager to continue our little adventure . The game is truly afoot , as a famous detective may have said " He lights his pipe and shuffles his notes as he waits on the lady
Post by dirkquatermain on Jan 26, 2016 20:46:38 GMT -5
"Indeed she is." Dirk agrees. "The game is definitely afoot, but if this journal and your unfortunate friends account is accurate, I fear that the stakes we're playing for might be higher than any of us knows."
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