Severn Valley, February the 27th, England.
was drunk. Not ordinary drunk, but reaaally over-the-top kind of drunk.
This discussion and planning with all this gibberish about sorcerers
and Gavigan, and Penhew and stuff left him so bored he discretely went
to the secretaire, picked the lock, and snatch a bottle of whiskey.
Little he know ‘tis was no run-off-the-mill bottle, it was a 300 £
Master of Malt brand. Ed was not used to such fine beverage and emptied
the bottle in a few sips while the gang were plotting. And his mind wend
blurry. Deciding to let the plotting and talking to Sean, he went outside
to find girls. In his confused mind, the proximity of the lake, and the
need for fresh air led him to go and try fishing girls. Literally. So
he found a long stick, a thread and some panties and went outside. In
the snow. He climbed the wall, ignoring Asogwe the hougan which was being
devoured by some trees, and went to the lake.
was already a fisherman there. With some nice bait in his pocket Ed
tried to snitch. But the fisherman slap him on the wrist, though he
didn’t seem to mind Ed presence and confusing chatting.
Y’ know wha ? yer a good lis’ner. I like ya ! Sorry for tryin’ ta
snitching yer baits, mate. Mind if I tag along to fish wi’t ya ?
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of the “Mask of Nyarlathotep” campaign for the Chaosium “Call of Cthulhu” RPG