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The Masks of Nyarlathotep – Infiltration of the Misr Mansion

Somewhere on the swamps of the North Sea, England, February 21, 1925

Sean was leading the newly formed squad of ne’er-do-well
through the swamps. Cautiously, they avoided getting to far off the
road, and thanks to the moonlight, managed to close up to the Misr
Mansion without triggering any alarm. There was a sentinel at the gate,
but luckily, it was snoring loudly. They managed to dispose of him
swiftly. Martin was behind, and Sean knew he had called the fuzz for
backup. They had now only a few hours before the place become too
crowded. The lieutenant hadn’t spoke a single intelligible word since
then, always mumbling in some strange dialect Sean coudn’t recognize.
He thoughts were tense, but clear : “Hang on Yasmina, I’m coming for ya !”

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of Call of Cthulhu Campaign : The Masks of Nyarlathotep (London chapter)