Tag: call of cthulhu
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A nice cup of coffee On the morning of March 8th, 1865. Dear Mom and dad. We’re tired. Scared. Hungry. Just barely alive. Winter’s gone but there’s no crops. Sometimes when we march, I feel like we’re already dead, wandering ghosts in the desert. On Bennet’s orders, we set camp yesterday evening on the banks…
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Into St Mokius Cistern Underneath Constantinople, April 14th 1204 Andre stops. Something’s afoot. He was running since the moment he had heard screams from the other site of the cistern, from where the two byzantins went searching for a boat. Suddenly more screaming came, this time from the south ledge where the other group went…
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Masks of NyarlathotepThe End Somewhere underneath Egypt, March 1925 As the entity fades away, Muhamad couldn’t resist to ask one more question. One more inquire about their fate. The Black Pharaoh seemed to know so much about everything, from the fate of the cosmos and the stars to the smallest trivia of his relatives day…
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Masks of NyarlathotepThe End Somewhere underneath Egypt, March 1925 As the entity fades away, Muhamad couldn’t resist to ask one more question. One more inquire about their fate. The Black Pharaoh seemed to know so much about everything, from the fate of the cosmos and the stars to the smallest trivia of his relatives day…
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Masks of NyarlathotepThe Black Pharaoh appears ! Somewhere, March 1925 A line in the dark, a fall upwards and inwards, a shift through veils… How can they describe the passage through the headstone? Words struggles to express the incredibly weird twisting of perspectives and still movement perceived in what they can only name the non-space. Time…
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Masks of NyarlathotepEscape from the temple of the Black Pharaoh Underneath Cairo, Egypt. March 1925 the 21th? 22th? This headstone is considerably harder to decipher. There is some marked hieroglyphs but they don’t connect like before. Not he same method. This is a different kind of cipher. Wait… Last time, the meaning of the text…
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Masks – The Temple of the Black Pharaoh Under Cairo, Egypt. March 1925 the 21th? 22th? The hunger is gone now but the thirst has returned. Their heads feels light, not quite anchored to their skulls. Tired, covered in ancient dust and moss and Gods know what, it feels like eons they went through, and…
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The call of painting Since the dreams came, Edward couldn’t paint anything else. He tried to use models, and references. He went outside, searching for landscape, portraits, pretty road, scenery, anything. He sacrificed his last savings into new mediums, crayons and supplies. He event tried to paint simple objects, his own shoes, a wall, an…
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Hunting Horror “And hoary Nodens raised a howl of triumph when Nyarlathotep, close on his quarry, stopped baffled by a glare that seared his formless hunting-horrors to grey dust. ” – HPL , Dream-Quest Of Unknown Kadath “And in the air about him were great viperine creatures, which had curiously distorted heads, and grotesquely great…
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Terror on the Orient-Express – The Torso of Sedefkar [WARNING : Contains spoilers of the Milano chapter of the “Terror on the Orient Express” Call of Cthulhu RPG campaign. Players are advised to skip this part] Teatro alla Scala, Milano, Italy, Januarry 10 1923 Choura only dreamed of being there, on the stage of the…