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Masks of Nyarlathotep – Interview with sir Edward Gavigan

London, upstairs the residence of Shirley Greengrass,  February the 28th, England.

Upon
hearing the indecent proposition of Awnya, Sir Gavigan repressed a
smile. He quickly calculate than the nubile young women before him must
be seventeen yeas old at most. Is this a trap ? Is this  way for her to
lure him somewhere to discuss matters more privates ? He couldn’t deny
his desires but he certainly could dominate himself.

The
old Crowley is a fool. But a smart one. He did led the Golden dawn to
its today’s demise, and had access to numerous artifacts he would kill
for. The three sisters were rumored to have immense powers, and quite
the large number of followers. An offer from one of them is not
something to take lightly.

He reached the glass
doors of the library, opened it and tip the “dragonflies phylotaxonomia”
volume. Then he proceed to rotate the furniture to reveal a small
cabinet, with a secretaire, a comfortable  armchair and wall covered in
leather-bound books.

– Please, follow me. Let my old pal rest. He won’t notice, I assure you.

He
went inside the small cabinet. He knew about the exotic tastes of the
old Shirley, and if he remembers correctly… ah, here it is. Indeed,
the last row of books are all fakes. Inside, no more entomology
researches, by depiction of mature women, bound in strange apparatus of
leather and steel. each position more twisted than the other… A
connoisseur indeed.

Holding the book high,
he started flip the pages. This was more to give himself a composure
than anything. Awnya sat in the armchair, to the amusement of Sir
Gavigan. If only the old Greengrass were sane enough to realize there is
a beautiful young woman sitting in the very place he yanked him so much
!

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of the “Mask of Nyarlathotep” campaign for the Chaosium “Call of Cthulhu” RPG