Dateline: 16th September 2010cy, 6.30PM

The scene in the power plant is hellish. The newly born Child of Hastur writhes in the technomagical womb created for it over a century ago, slowly but surely extricating itself from it’s metal framework. Around it, the pale ghosts of almost half the Townspeople writhe as it feeds on their essences. Lightning arcs from place to place and the entire building reverberates with power as the earth itself shakes.

With an ear-splitting screech of metal, and a blast of howling mental pain, the beast begins to pull itself free – and you get your first clear look at it’s multi-tentacled and multi-dimensional form. The sight blasts at your sanity.

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Dateline: 16th September 2010cy, 4.30PM

Driven on by smoke and rising heat, you and the surviving Townies with you exit the chamber of the puppet-mistress and press on. Down the passage, the flagged stone walls give way to roughly hewn stone shored up by thick timber and then to a cleft in the end wall which gives out onto a larger cavern. Near the cleft, the prone and still unconscious form of Old Man Merschman lies twitching in insane dreams.

Dr. Orson Hall: :: Dr. Hall, body and soul one once more, steps up to the Old Man, kneeling down next to him to see what may have struck him. ::
GMTown: ::stooping close, Hall scents the whiff of Billy’s foul btreath still clinging to the Old Man’s skin::
Fiona Longham: ::Fiona turns to Mort:: “I think you have your chance.”
Dr. Orson Hall: :: Hall turns back to Billy. :: “Looks like Mort brought him here. But where is he?” :: He stands back up, looking around the cavern, searching for anything moving or any other entrances. ::
GMTown: ::Fiona realizes Mort isn’t with the party – which explains how the Old Man got there::
Fiona Longham: ::Fiona looks around for Mort:: “He has slinked off, so it seems.”
Billy Lee: ::Billy kneels down to pick up the now dead mask and stares into it’s dead eyes::“We should kill him, you know that right? He’s dangerous to us all. Especially if we carry him down further.”

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My Dearest Helen and Darling Rebecca,

Should you receive this letter, then I am most assuredly dead. I fervently pray that I was successful in my death, for otherwise you are in the gravest of dangers. If so, then you will know of this danger shortly if you do not already and no warning I can give could save you. If we were successful, it is best not to speak of these dangers and instead to simply be thankful that they are gone.

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Dateline: 16th September 2010cy, 2.00 PM

Deep in the mansion, the piping is reaching a fever pitch, as are the moans and cries – which are now undoubtably those of several people engaged in very pleasureable sexual activities. You move into the mansion to find out why::
Dr. Orson Hall: :: Hall can just barely be heard say in a whisper. :: “Oh, well that’s just fucking great. A magic-infusing giant orgy featuring everyone we’ve met since we got here. I am so looking forward to meeting Ivy.”
Billy Lee: “This will be – interesting.” ::He wipes the remaining bits of brain onto his clothes giving a shiver of disgust when he feels the curve of her hips::
Billy Lee: ::He dry gags for a moment, then turns on his heel and begins walking down the corridor.::

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Dateline: 16th September 2010cy, 1.00 PM

As you walk down into the Town proper, you can hear screaming and smell several things you wish you didn’t: burning wood, spent gunpowder and the smell of death, overlain by a miasma of raw meat like being enclosed in a butcher’s meat locker. People on the street move like puppets, all heading towards the Merschman Manor and it’s covering of what looks like dense spiderwebs.

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My memory is a little hazy. I’m not sure what started this, or the actual order of events, but I’ve pieced this story together from what I could remember or deduce. I think it all started the night the mists descended upon the town and the fire at the Judge’s house, but it may have been a bit later on – I can’t quite nail it down.

What I do remember is running through the woods at the edge of the Town. I know I was running from… something. I’m not really clear on what, exactly, except I was certain I was in mortal danger. I was also nursing a massive headache – at the time, I think I thought I was coming to after Hyde had spent the night boozing it up. It was quite dark, and everything was hazy, and I distinctly remember everything as being a shade of blue, as if someone had placed a color filter right on my eyes. I could see dark shapes coming towards me, moving through the trees, but I never got a very good look.

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Dateline: 16th September 2010cy, 7.00 AM

In the early hours of dawn you’ve driven out to the end of the valley, to Matchstick Farm and Leroy’s place to collect Billy. As you arrive, the mist is noticeably thinner at this end of the valley, with the sun peeking fitfully through gauzy haze – and those with magical ability can feel a charge from the standing stone where the Machan coven does it’s work. Billy is lying on the floor of Leroy’s shack, stripped to the waist and covered in red and black Native American painted symbols. He’s wearing a ring just like the ones you all have on his right hand. As Billy stirs, Leroy comes in behind you, painted just like Billy and carrying a basket of eggs.

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Dateline: 15th September 2010cy, 9.00 PM

GM: Billy has returned to the farm to score some serious stuff from Leroy and explore his own head in search of answers to the possibility that Annexia is a con and he’s been Hastur’s dupe all along. The rest of you have gathered at the Library, where Fiona has been conducting frantic research. Outside, the Town seems quiet, although the mists are still thick. There’s still a feeling of an impending storm approaching.

Fiona Longham: ::Fiona looks up from the piles of books in the library:: “Evening, Gentlemen.”
Dr. Orson Hall: :: Hall nods at Fiona. :: “Evening. What do you have there?” :: He looks carefully at the book pile. ::
Fiona Longham: “This is almost all of the information I can find relevant to the issue at hand.”
Mort: ::Mort nods his head, still staring at Dr.Hall, to think a soul moving about whilst its body still breaths:: “The Judge is dead, we’ve bound ourselves to the Mershmans out of convenience…what lay before us now.” ::Mort returns to rubbing his blade along a chunk of ice, as if sharpening it::

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I had returned to my home. I had not been properly back there for days. My mind was weary, my body even more so. I was unscathed from the night’s earlier events, but I still felt like I had walked miles without stopping.

I sat down in the first chair I saw in the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water. I was out of wine, and made a mental note to pick up some more when I got the chance. I stared at the glass. I couldn’t think of much else, except how empty the house felt. A glance anywhere in the house would just open the door to painfully sweet memories. I missed him. I missed him so much it hurt.

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