Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC
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				Title: <strong>Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>28-04-2019, 07:30:12</strong>
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				August 5th, 1922<br><br>You find yourselves on a small plane heading home to Arkham from whatever had taken you away. The small plane you are on was commonly referred to as a flying boat due to essentially looking like a boat with wings and a propeller. When you boarded through the small hatch you saw that the plane was white with “Paddy’s Airtaxi” painted on the side in green. The cockpit is open air and completely separated from the passenger cabin. The fully enclosed passenger cabin only holds a handful of people. There is only one other passenger on the plane, a young woman who couldn’t be more than 18 or 19 years old. Her name is Tina and through the flight she sits quietly staring out the window. With blonde hair, soft features, and pale skin, she would be considered cute by most standards. Any attempts at conversation are met with quiet nods and barely audible whispers.<br><br>The flight upto this point has been uneventful, save for the occasional light turbulence. Anyone looking out a window would notice dark clouds and rain approaching from the southeast. Though the plane appears to be well ahead of it.<br><br>The plane begins to slow and drops in altitude. The water below gets closer and closer. Then the plane bounces once, twice, and a third time before slowly coming to a stop next to a rundown dock. The pilot had told you that he would be making a quick stop to drop off some mail, a few packages, and top off on fuel before heading to Arkham.<br><br>On the dock a very tall and strange looking man waves at the plane with a goofy grin on his face. The pilot tossed him a rope and the man began tying the plane to the dock. Paddy, a tall man with tufts of red hair poking out from under a leather aviator helmet and a big smile, popped the hatch open and looked inside the cabin.<br><br>“Hello ladies, I hope you all are enjoying the flight so far. This shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes.” He paused and looked behind him at the storm heading your way. “We should be able to stay ahead of that storm.” He turns back to look at all of you. “Feel free to stretch your legs, but don’t wander off far.” With that he turned around and left the hatch open so anyone could leave if they wished. “Abraham,” he shouted at the very tall goofy grinned man. “Where’s Buddy? Is he in the store?” No reply could be heard, but Paddy walked off the docks to what was presumably the store.<br><br>Anyone leaving the plane will notice that the docks are poorly maintained. The wood is gray and falling apart in places. There are crates and barrels that look like they are starting to rot away. Ropes are hanging off the docks into the water and look like they would crumble in your hands. Glancing around the area you’ll notice A few buildings ahead of you and a large warehouse off to the east. Where the docks end a stone cobbled path begins and leads further into the island. The sounds of soft waves hitting rocks can be heard, and the smell of fish permeates everything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>28-04-2019, 13:23:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>Nodding, she decided to get out of the plane to do just that. It took a little getting out of the plane in her dressed. Once out, she stretched, her movements, however were not very lady-like at all, in fact she looked out of place in her dress. Her dress, although well made, was a little worn and was at the peak of fashion about five years ago. It was also perhaps two sizes too large for her. Unlike many of the women of her age and station, her face was devoid of make-up. Looking up and into the direction of the storm she felt a sense of foreboding. It did not look good. She had been in the middle of the heavy rain storms in the jungles of South America and she did not like to look off it. <br><br>She turns to the man called Abraham and smiles nodding a greeting. Then turning, she wondered who else had left the plane. Despite the long trip, none of them had decided to talk, perhaps this was a good time while waiting for the pilot to "do his thing". <strong>"Lucienne Petit, please to meet you"</strong> as she held out her hand.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Skill Checks Needed?:</div><div class="spoiler_body">Do I need a Survival Skill Check to see if the Storm that is coming is bad and will it be possible for us to escape it?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>29-04-2019, 09:15:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste debated whether she truly wanted to stretch her legs or not.&nbsp; She'd just gotten comfortable, or at least as comfortable as she ever seemed to get on a plane.&nbsp; She was dressed in a simple white blouse and dark blue, almost black, trousers.&nbsp; At her belt was slung a heavy revolver.&nbsp; She refused to travel anywhere without it.&nbsp; Next to her was a beige stetson that clashed rather badly with the rest of her outfit, a hat that was stained, worn, and generally abused.&nbsp; With a sigh she grabbed it in one hand as she swung herself up onto her feet and followed the other woman off the plane.&nbsp; <br><br>"No need to be afraid miss."&nbsp; She said with a wink to Tina as she passed, but barely heard the response.&nbsp; She was not going to force an airsick, homesick, or just plain antisocial woman off a plane.&nbsp; <br><br>In comparison to the woman that had preceded her, despite her choice of dress, Celeste's clothes were perfectly tailored.&nbsp; Her makeup was maybe a bit heavy, but was artfully applied.&nbsp; She might have looked the lady that she had some claim to be if she wasn't dressed like a man. <br><br>The docks were a bit rundown, but no different than a hundred places she had seen before.&nbsp; She yawned and stretched, her eyes coming to settle on Lucienne Petit as the other woman spoke.<br><br>"Celeste Lake."&nbsp; Celeste answered with a firm handshake.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 08:18:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/1922_blue_dress.jpg)</div>Mattie had passed the flight alternately gazing out the window and reading a small novel entitled <em>The Mysterious Affair at Styles</em> by some new author she'd never heard of.<br><br>The plane's seats were cramped, so she was grateful for the chance to climb out and stretch her legs. Her fashionable and expensive calf-length blue dress was short-sleeved and loose, and cinched with a thin white belt. She made a grab for her hat as the wind threatened to carry it away.<br><br>The docks looked shabby, but they were more complete than some of the places she'd been visiting. At least she didn't have to pick her way through stacks of building materials, though she wrinkled her nose at the smell of fish. Dressed as she was for August in Florida, she eyed the oncoming storm with a mixture of trepidation and... excitement.<br><br>"Mattie Green" she said, joining in the introductions, "I hope we're not stuck here."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 09:23:21</strong>
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				The ominous wall of dark clouds and rain continued to push its way toward the small island dock. It was obvious to anyone that it wasn’t something you would want to get caught in. Especially when the cockpit was open to the environment. The wind picked up slightly and the waves slowly became more violent as they crashed against the rocks.<br><br>Abraham smiled wide and enthusiastically waved back at Lucienne. Then he hoisted a sack with “U.S. Mail” on the side, and carried a small crate under one arm. He walked down the dock and towards a small building that could have been a store front. The majority of the building was stone, but the roof was wooden. From the docks that was about as much as anyone could tell about it.<br><br>While the other passengers stepped outside of the plane, Tina was still unsure. She wasn’t feeling well, and thought she might lose what little was in her stomach if she did. She nodded to Celeste appreciating her words.<br><br>Paddy rushed out of the same storefront Abraham was heading for, nearly running into the massive man. He jogged over to a large warehouse Yelling the same thing until he reached the door. “Buddy! Where are you?” He jerked the warehouse door open and entered. His yells still audible until the door shut behind him.<br><br>The warehouse dominated the eastern section of the docks. It had a stone foundation, but the top half of the building was made from the same gray wood as the docks. It looked about as well kept as the docks too. To punctuate any concern anyone might have, the docks directly in front of the building had been partially reclaimed by the water.<br><br>Something that most might notice, was that the docks were devoid of any boats. No fishing boats, sail boats, or even a dingy was present.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Skill Checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">None needed</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 14:01:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>She noticed that both the ladies were highborn. She has only met a few and they were mainly the wives of the many patrons of her university and her mentor. Hopefully, they were more intelligent than the ones she had met. However, the firm handshake from the one called Celeste and the excitement in the eyes of Mattie brought the initial opinions she had of them up a notch. <strong>"I don't like the storm that is coming. It seems to be coming too fast for comfort. Judging by out plane, I do not think it would last if we get caught up in it."</strong> <br><br>Looking around, she wondered where all the boats are. It was after all a small island and there should be some way of getting on an off it. She liked it less and less. Was the island abandoned and that man Abraham too challenged to realize the predicament or was he just too stubborn to leave. <strong>"I don't like this. Where are the boats? Who does one come and go without one on a small island like this?</strong>" Looking back at the storm, she tries to gauge how long it would take for it to hit the island.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>01-05-2019, 09:31:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)</div>Mattie looked again at the darkening sky, and the absence of boats.<br><br>"Maybe they left before the storm? I don't think being tied up at the docks would be a good idea when that hits."<br><br>She didn't really need to add that she hoped they'd be leaving before the storm too. The plane could be dashed against the docks. Still, it was strange there wasn't even a battered dinghy pulled out of the water, ready for repainting or something. It was almost like the island had taken to the boats.<br><br>"Maybe we'd better wait in the plane, so we're ready to go when Paddy's finished."<br><br>She watched Abraham almost casually carry the sack of mail and the crate to the store.<br><br>"He's strong, isn't he," she added, indicating the tall man, "But there's something... I don't know... <em>odd</em> about him."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 03:49:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste eyed the towering clouds that looked to be on an approach.&nbsp; She wasn't certain if she preferred being on the plane or on the ground when it hit.&nbsp; She had never paid enough attention enough to figure out the relative speed of a plane compared to a storm.&nbsp; Her attention shifted to the docks as Lucienne pointed out the lack of boats, but she gave a dismissive shrug.<br><br>"Evacuated, perhaps."&nbsp; She said, echoing Mattie.&nbsp; "Or out fishing, or maybe replaced by modern conveyances."&nbsp; It was not her first concern, and she moved a few steps to watch the man called Abraham moving the mail about.&nbsp; "Or who knows, maybe we are a group of young white women about to be sold into slavery."&nbsp; She turned her head to look at the others with an amused smirk on her lips.<br><br>It seemed wise to stay near the boat, it also seemed wise to unload things as quickly as possible.&nbsp; Celeste glanced around to see if there was anything else that might need moving into the warehouse from the plane.&nbsp; If so, she moved to lift it and carry it towards the warehouse.&nbsp; It would give her an excuse to snoop, and there were few things she enjoyed more.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 06:06:47</strong>
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				The storm picked up speed almost like some jungle predator chasing down its prey. At best guess it would hit sooner rather than later. As it closed in on the island, the wind picked up and the waves got choppier. Choppier waves meant the plane started to move up and down more violently. Tina popped her head out of the plane hatch barely managing to keep it together enough to exit the plane and land on the dock. She hit her knees and immediately threw up over the side of the dock. She was lucky not to get any on her simple blue dress. She kept her head over the edge of the dock just in case she needed to throw up again.<br><br>Abraham dropped off the things he was carrying and headed back towards the plane. There was a single crate left on the docks, and everything had been removed from the plane. Not including the luggage of course. Anyone getting close to Abraham will notice that he is incredibly tall, easily over seven feet. He’s bald and his head comes to an odd point. His eyes are larger than they should be and greenish-gray in color. He has pale skin that almost has a shine to it like it’s wet. His denim overalls were dirty and worn with patches in several places. The yellowing shirt underneath had also seen better days.<br><br>Celeste would find that the crate was too heavy for her to lift. All the more surprising when Abraham lifts it with little trouble. It didn’t seem there would be time for any snooping as Paddy came rushing out of the warehouse with a short balding man in an old suit behind him. They quickly approached, the other man not able to keep up with Paddy. The pilot came to a stop before the ladies. His eyes fell on poor Tina and then to the wall of clouds quickly approaching. By the time Paddy turned back to the investigators the other man caught up. He bent over trying to catch his breath. He was short, barely over 5’5”. He had a similar skin tone and eye color to Abraham. They were no doubt related.<br><br>“Bad news ladies,” Paddy started. “I don’t think we’re going to beat that storm. Even if we left now, with what fuel we have, I can’t guarantee that we would make it somewhere we could get more fuel. And, it will take Buddy here,” he motioned towards the out of breath man beside him. “More than a few minutes to get the fuel we need into the plane. We’re going to have to ride the storm out here. But, they have an inn and I’m going to give you a partial refund as well as cover your rooms and dinner.” He looked to his plane. “I’m going to stay here and take care of the plane. Buddy will show you to the inn and I’ll have Abraham bring your luggage.”<br><br>Buddy smiled, a smile filled with crooked yellow teeth, and waited for all of you to follow him. Once you decide to follow him, he will hurriedly guide you from the docks along the stone cobbled path. The path, much like everything in the town wasn’t maintained well. There were stones missing and in their place an odd moss. The odd bluish moss was everywhere. You will pass several houses as the rain begins. They were large soft drops at first. Next is what looks to be a large pile of stones followed by a couple of more houses. The rain drops start to fall more rapidly. There is an old fountain in the middle of the small town. You quickly come to a large single story building. Given that it seems to be the one you are being guided to, it must be the inn. There was no sign of any kind. It too looks rundown. It has a stone foundation with a wood store front, similar to the general store. By the time you get to the door and Buddy opens it for you, it will be a full on downpour. The storm had hit quick, so quick it would seem like someone or something was driving it. Buddy guides you all inside before you get soaked.<br><br>The inside of the inn is what you would probably expect given the state of the town. It was all wood that had aged and looked like if you step in the wrong spot you’ll go through the floor. There are round tables with mismatched chairs around them scattered through the room. A long counter dominates the back of the room with an open doorway behind it leading to the kitchen. There is another doorway on the right wall as you enter the building. The wall has paintings and taxidermied animals hanging on it. Oddly for a fishing town, none of the animals were fish. Buddy will follow everyone inside.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Skill Checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">Still none needed.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 08:01:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)</div>She grinned at Celeste's joke, suddenly looking younger than her 22 years.<br><br>Then Tina almost fell out of the plane, and Mattie went over to help her.<br><br>"Let it out. You'll feel better then" she said gently. Mattie had no medical knowledge, but entirely too much practical experience.<br><br>She stayed with the younger woman, missing Celeste's struggle with the crate, until Paddy returned with the bad news.<br><br>"Oh no!", though the disappointment in her voice didn't reach her eyes. Getting stuck in a ramshackle little fishing village would be a tale to tell once they got back.<br><br>"It's lucky this place has an inn."<br><br>She helped Tina up. An inn was more than she'd expected, but presumably the locals liked a drink and got the occasional visitor. The dash to the inn left little time for sightseeing or chatting, but Mattie was struck by the fountain. It looked oddly out of place, perhaps a sign that the place had once been more prosperous. Like the inn, really.<br><br>By the time they reached their destination, the squall had struck with a vengeance. She was damp from the rain, and had barely avoided getting soaked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>02-05-2019, 14:41:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br><strong>"God forbid, I should certainly hope not. I would make a terrible wife or slave."</strong> About to help the young girl, she watched as Mattie beat her to it. <strong>"Motion sickness, quite common really. Unfortunately, I do not have the right medication on me, then again, I have not had access to much. I also think I would not have access to much on this island too. However, if we can find some ginger. That would help, or even chewing, toffees and the like. Also normally I would ask her to look onto the horizon but with weather like this, it would defeat the purpose. Closing her eyes and napping would be best for the moment."</strong> For the moment, falling back to her profession. Maybe not a "real" doctor working in a hospital or having one's own practice, but she spoke with the experience of one who had been in the field.<br><br>She listened to the pilot as he returned with the bad news. <strong>"Yes, I was afraid of that. I thank you for not risking our lives. Let me take my small case from the cabin. Abraham can take my luggage, but my case is important to me."</strong> Reaching into the cabin of the plane, she pulls out her medical case and two items in it that are precious to her. It put a little extra weight to her bag but it was worth it. Walking over to Mattie and Tina, she helped Mattie with Tina as they followed Buddy to the inn. It was good that they reached it when they did, any longer they would have been drenched. She was glad that she took her case as some of the contents did not mix well with water.<br><br>If she was disappointed with the "inn" she did not show it on her face. "I have slept in worst. Much worst, at least we have shelter over our heads. Buddy dear, do you have some raw ginger or mint or even toffee for our companion?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Critical success roll for a Medicine Roll!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Arcanist rolled: 1d100<br>Comment: Medicine<br>Result: 1, <br>Total: 1</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 22:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste stared at Abraham as he lifted the box so easily.&nbsp; She tried to think of anything that might explain his appearance, either genetic or disease, but when nothing came to mind she shifted slightly to glance at the other women.&nbsp; Neither seemed concerned from what she could tell.&nbsp; The situation was starting to get Celeste's hair up but, without any valid argument against the directions, she moved to follow the others.&nbsp; The heavy weight of her revolver was comforting at her hip.<br><br>The town had clearly seen better days, and Celeste couldn't help but wonder just what fate had befallen it.&nbsp; Bad luck?&nbsp; Bad weather?&nbsp; Bad harvests?&nbsp; She debated asking but, not wanting to offend, instead turned her attention to the animals.&nbsp; How old were they?&nbsp; What types of animals were they, and from what locales?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 04:30:20</strong>
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				Tina followed along, thankful for the assistance. As soon as they entered the inn she made a beeline for the nearest seat.<br><br>Buddy entered the inn after everyone else. His eyes quickly searched the room. Then he shouted out abruptly, and was quite loud which seemed almost uncharacteristic of the short fat man. “Mary, we got guests.”&nbsp; He glanced at the girls. “And bring some towels.”<br><br>“Okay,” a harsh voice shouted back. It was deeper and more gruff than one might expect from someone named Mary.<br><br>Buddy’s smile returned. “You would have to ask my sister about the ginger or mint, but I should have some toffee at the store, dear.” He said addressing Lucienne before turning back to address the whole group. “I didn’t get to introduce myself. Ma name’s Buddy Walsh. I’m the mayor, constable, judge, mailman, harbormaster, and owner of the general store. Anything you need just ask. My sister Mary runs the inn here. She’ll be happy to make you girls supper. With all the boys out on the boats, she ain’t got much to do.” He paused and leaned in conspiratorially. “If you’re lookin’ to get a drink or do some gamblin’, Tiny’s is down the way.” He motioned over his shoulder as if you knew where he was talking about. “I can show you all after supper if you want.” He whispered. He returned to his normal posture before speaking again. “Of course, fer legal reasons I must inform you that prohibition is in full effect on this island.” He winked.<br><br>“Now don’t go spountin’ no horse pucky round here Buddy.” A tall fat woman carrying some towels walked out of the kitchen. She was wearing a floral moomoo that had a patch or two on it. There was a white stained apron around her waist. She walked over and handed each one of you a towel or two.<br><br>“Now I’m just doing my job.” He responded to the large woman. “This is my much older sister Mary.” He emphasized the word older just to annoy her.<br><br>“Shut it you fat fool and get outta ma inn.” She motioned to shoo Buddy out the door. “You better no have my boy runnin’ round this weather.” She yelled at Buddy as he left the inn. “Oh look at you poor dears.” Mary’s whole demeanor changed. She took on a very motherly tone. “You poor things are lucky ta have gotten outta that rain.” She walked over to where Lucienne, Mattie, and Tina were. “Someone asked for some mint?” She pulled a sprig from her apron and handed it to anyone that would take it.<br><br>There was a deer and moose head on the wall. It was also home to a beaver, a duck, a couple of rabbits, and four squirrels playing cards. All the animals were local to the northeast United States.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Skill Checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lucienne and Mattie:&nbsp; Make a regular dodge check. 42 or under for Lucienne and 60 or under for Mattie.<br>Celeste:&nbsp; Make a regular spot hidden check. 30 or under.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 09:54:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)</div>Mattie took off her rain-splashed hat and patted her hair into shape.<br><br>"Definitely," she replied to Mary as she accepted a towel, "Thank you.". The downpour outside was loud enough that she was glad she could watch it from indoors.<br><br>The inn seemed pleasantly normal, down to the bustling woman running it and the trophies on the walls. Even the open hints about the secret gambling and drinking den were common enough these days; nobody was going to bother to send an undercover cop out here. It might be fun to investigate Tiny's later.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Skill Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dodge check: At 2019-05-08 02:41:17, Mattie Green (uid: 1602) rolls: 1d100 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136251)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 14:17:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>"Please to meet you Buddy. Call me Lucienne. Yes, the toffee would be great. The more alternatives we have the better, usually, I would prescribe something else, but giving our circumstances, these would do."<br><br>Shaking her head, she watches Tina settle down. "Sorry Buddy, I am not one to gamble or drink but thank you for the offer. But yes, I was wondering about the boats, shouldn't they be back. The storm looks close and I for one would not want to be caught in one, especially in a boat. Upon hearing Mary walk in, she smiles and offers her greeting to Mary. "Please to meet our host for this evening. Please to meet you Ma'am. Yes the mint would do well for Tina. Please excuse me while I help our friend who seems to be quite ill at the moment." Smiling, she walks over to Tina and uses the mint to help ease her suffering.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Failed Dodge</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Arcanist rolled: 1d100<br>Comment: Dodge<br>Result: 90, <br>Total: 90</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>08-05-2019, 22:53:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste turned from the wall of animals as she heard more people arrive.&nbsp; She didn't say anything, though the man's mention of being mayor, constable, and judge raised concerns.&nbsp; She understood that the place was not well off, but that just seemed like a conflict of interest.&nbsp; It also put her off the stiff drink she might have liked.&nbsp; How easy to set someone up then arrest and convict them?<br><br>"How many people live here?"&nbsp; Celeste finally asked, the question directed at Mary now that Buddy was out the door.&nbsp; "I am afraid I had never heard of the place before we were set to stop here, how long has your family lived here?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Failed Spot</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-05-08 15:46:52, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d100 Result: 48 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136262)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>09-05-2019, 06:02:41</strong>
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				A burst of wind ran through the room and Abraham walked in carrying everyone’s luggage. He was soaked. Water dripped from the bags. A small puddle starts to form underneath the giant man child.<br><br>“There’s my boy.” Mary exclaimed. “Isn’t he handsome girls? He’s single.” She said with a wink. With the two standing next to each other the family resemblance was obvious. They, like Buddy, had the same pale skin and wide eyes. Mary turned to Celeste. “The last census had us at around sixty people, might be a bit less now. I ain’t surprised dear. We’re just a small fishing town.” Mary ran her hand along Abraham’s cheek. “The Walsh family is one of the original founding families.” Mary said with pride. “Hand picked by Zedekiah Marsh himself ta help get things goin.”<br><br>It was at that moment that Tina threw up again. Unfortunately for Lucienne, she was right in the line of fire and wasn’t able to avoid some of it. Tina apologizes immediately.<br><br>“Oh dear,” Mary exclaimed. “Poor thing, Sweetie go get mama some water.” Abraham nodded and ran out the door. “I’ll clean this up. Why don’t you girls go settle into your rooms. I think the little one could use a lie down. Then I’ll make the rest o’yall some supper. All the rooms are the same, so feel free to choose whichever ya like.”<br><br>Through the doorway to the west is a hall with six guest rooms. On one side of the hall are the doors, each labeled with a faded number 1-6. On the other side are several oil lamps and paintings. The first room is on the west corner. It is the only one with a window facing the fountain. The next one has a window facing the house next door. It would be possible to see into the house if the house’s window wasn’t shuttered. The rest of the rooms all face south with a view of the old civil war prison ruins. The rooms themselves are spacious enough. The inside is as rundown as the rest of the town with loose squeaky floorboards and pictures perpetually hanging askew. The rooms are a little dusty as they don’t see a lot of use. There is a single bed, small desk, oil lamp, wooden chair, and dresser in each room. The linens probably aren’t the freshest. Everyone should choose a room, Tina will take whichever room she is deposited in. Once Tina is in her room and on the bed she thanks whoever helps her and falls asleep near instantly.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Skill Checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">Luck check all, whoever rolls lowest gets a prize.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>09-05-2019, 08:39:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)</div>Mattie was watching in amazement as Abraham carried all the luggage, before Tina upchucked. She stepped aside in time, but Lucienne wasn't so lucky.<br><br>"Oh no!"<br><br>Mary intervened before she could help. With a backward glance at the luckless pair, she picked up her own luggage and headed through to the rooms. Besides, it was always good to choose first.<br><br>Not that there was much to choose between them. In the end, she dropped her bags in the first room. It had a window facing the fountain, but more importantly without a window facing south or east. If she was going to visit Tiny's later, she didn't want to be woken by the early morning sun, and she didn't trust the ancient curtains to keep it out. She turned down the bed, so the linens got a bit of an airing, possibly the first they'd had in months. It wasn't the sort of place she usually stayed in, but she'd occasionally stayed in places just as bad while touring Florida. Besides, needs must - it wasn't like the inn had competition.<br><br>She unpacked a bit. Nowhere to hang her dresses to smooth out any wrinkles from packing, so she laid a couple as flat as she could in the dresser drawers. Most of the rest of her clothes, she left packed. It wasn't like they were staying more than a night.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Luck Check failed</div><div class="spoiler_body">Luck check: At 2019-05-09 01:15:39, Mattie Green (uid: 1602) rolls: 1d100 Result: 58 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136275)<br>Target was 20. Luck is overrated&nbsp; :-)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>10-05-2019, 10:14:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste nodded at the woman's comments about the family.&nbsp; Hand picked made it sound like this was a religious community.&nbsp; Early settlers that fled England perhaps?&nbsp; She tried to recall her history of the region even as she watched the scene unfold.&nbsp; Her nose crinkled at the sight, and smell, of the vomit.&nbsp; But at least it hadn't hit her. <br><br>She followed the others to the rooms, pausing to inspect the paintings.&nbsp; You could tell a lot about a person by their choice in paintings, then headed into a room at random.&nbsp; It was cozy enough, better than some places, worse than others.&nbsp; <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Luck</div><div class="spoiler_body">&nbsp; 51 vs 80 so a success?<br>At 2019-05-09 17:26:12, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d100 Result: 51 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136298)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>10-05-2019, 18:16:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>Shaking her head, it was too late to dodge Tina's stomach contacts, not that there was a lot. There was nothing she could do and she would never get used to the smell. But it was not the first time she has been vomited or bled on. <strong>"It's alright Tina, the symptoms of motion sickness can be very bad. Thank you, Mary, I will help Tina up. Come on Miss" </strong> Taking her case, she helped Tina up to the rooms. Leaving her in the first room facing what seems to be an old prison, she takes the one next to hers. <br><br>The smell in the room was definitely a little on the damp side. It needed to be aired a little but at least it was dry. Waiting patiently for her bags. she explored her room, making sure there would be no surprises. One a few minutes ago was more than enough. After "securing" her room, she has a look outside as she starts to secure her window.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Luck</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-05-10 10:58:58, Arcanist (uid: 62397) rolls: 1d100 Result: 49 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136306)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>12-05-2019, 06:33:07</strong>
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				The rain has picked up quite a bit and is pummeling the inn. Unfortunately for both Mattie and Lucienne, they find a small leak has begun in their rooms. Nothing major, just a small leak in the middle of their rooms. Luckily, the leaks aren’t over their beds.<br><br>Paddy drops off both Lucienne and Tina’s luggage before claiming a room of his own. He takes the room facing west towards the house.<br><br>Lucienne and Celeste will see that their windows face a plot of land circled by a wooden fence. Large portions of the fence have fallen down or rotted away. The area in the middle is nothing but mud. There is also a building that is part of the ruins.<br><br>Celeste will see the paintings are mostly of the sea, perhaps from the very island she is now on. One painting of note is a portrait of a man with dark hair and a beard. The man is wearing what might appear to be a priest’s robes. He is wearing a silver pendant that is difficult to make out. The painting has a plaque beneath it that says Zedekiah Marsh, Founder. As the only luck one, Celeste will find that there is a loose floorboard in her room. Under that floorboard she will find some thick canvas, like what you would make a tent out of, wrapped around a leather journal. The canvas is covered in dirt and whatever else it might have collected living under the floor. The journal is bound in leather with GT etched on the cover. It is old and worn with many pages either missing or badly damaged. The journal is obviously in English.<br><br>&nbsp;After about twenty minutes, the smell of food will waft down the hall. Mary will yell out that supper is served. You will all find a bowl of fish stew waiting for you. It has salted fish, potatoes, celery, and carrots all in a thick brown liquid. It is edible and isn’t the worst tasting thing. There is also some almost stale bread and tea waiting for you. Tina will still be asleep. Paddy doesn’t take dinner and isn’t in his room. Mary is in the kitchen if you need anything. By the time you finish eating the rain will have calmed down some.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">This is a non-linear adventure. From this point on, it will be up to you and the investigators to decide what to do. There will be a few incidents that will spur them to investigate, but ultimately it is up to them. Good luck.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>12-05-2019, 22:48:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/Chemise-evening-dress-beaded.jpg)</div>Mattie frowned at the leak. That was going to be annoying if it kept up through the night.<br><br>When she came through to dinner, she'd changed into a black chemise dress, decorated with beading. It was her preferred evening wear when she didn't have any reason to wear anything particularly fancy or daring.<br><br>"That smells good," she said to Mary.<br><br>The salted fish was another reminder that no-one had been catching fresh fish recently. She ate with at least the appearance of enjoyment, sipping her tea to take away some of the saltiness.<br><br>"How's Tina?" she asked Lucienne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>13-05-2019, 15:52:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>Thanking Paddy, she locks her door after he leaves and starts to remove her soiled clothing. She could not blame Tina, after all, she was not feeling well and she was used to a lot worse. A bit of vomit was nothing compared to what she has experienced. She pulled out the machete out from her medical case and looked at it fondly. It was a gift that she would cherish for the rest of her life. She longed to return. Perhaps after her paper, the university was excited at her findings and promised that they would help her publish. It was not often that a member of her sex was able to. But things were slowly changing.<br><br>Removing her dress, she puts on something a little more comfortable. It was a pair of shorts and a shirt. She wondered what the others would say. She wore less when she was back with the tribe in South America. Looking at herself. she certainly has changed physically and mentally from when she first left for South America. Carefully placing her machete back she heads relaxes a little before heading downstairs. She barely registered the leak as she walked past it and joins everyone else at the table.<br><br><strong>"Hello everyone. I hope I am not too late."</strong> She sat herself down and started to join the rest. <strong>"Tina is good. The rest would do her fine. It should past after some rest. I wonder how long this rain would continue for."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>14-05-2019, 04:11:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>The place definitely was giving off an extremist religion colony vibe to Celeste.&nbsp; Hand-picked families, religious looking men.&nbsp; Only its longevity kept her from calling it a cult.&nbsp; The room was a room.&nbsp; She glanced around a bit but there was nothing that stood out to her.&nbsp; An odd view out the window, but maybe a former animal pen.&nbsp; She shrugged, and turned to walk back to the door when she felt the floor creek oddly beneath her.<br><br>A secret diary?&nbsp; She wondered as she unfolded it and inspected it.&nbsp; It might have answers, or it might just be boring drudgery.&nbsp; She flipped through a few pages to try and get a sense for it then, at the sound and smell of food, she tucked it into a messenger bag so it was out of sight, slung it over her shoulder, and headed down to fill her stomach.<br><br>As she spotted the others she realized she was the only one who hadn't dressed down.&nbsp; The one woman had an excuse, but she did not feel as comfortable as the other.&nbsp; She gave them a polite nod as she sat next to them, contemplating what the book had said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>15-05-2019, 06:16:16</strong>
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				The book Celeste found was a journal belonging to a Gabriel Thatcher. The beginning of the journal talks about how he was stationed as the commander of the naval prison on the island. By the language and use of the word rebs, it is obvious that the island was home to a civil war prison camp belonging to the union. One passage talks about meeting with Zedekiah Marsh. It describes him as a strange contemplative man. Just talking to him made a cold chill run down Thatcher’s spine. Marsh and the townsfolk made Thatcher very uncomfortable. A later passage talks about strange sightings that some of the guards and prisoners reported. Strange hunched figures around the prison camp. He dismisses these as drunken ramblings and the like. Another couple of passages detail a series of incidents involving missing food, which resulted in the shooting of two men as thieves. The end of the journal appears to be the ramblings of a madman. They make no sense at all. Something about weird dreams and fish is all Celeste can make out. She can study the journal more in depth, but it will take about a week to get anything out of it.<br><br>The rain will slowly start to let up. That would be a great time to head to Tiny’s, for those that are so inclined. Or perhaps exploring the rest of the island. Some rest might be in order as well.<br><br>Anyone that asks about Tiny’s will be directed to go past the church and turn left down a small gravely path. If you hit the mansion you went too far. The path goes down to the water’s edge, the only actual beach of any type. There is a pebble beach next to what looks like a rundown shack. It is made completely of wood and is of a decent size. There are lights coming from inside, and as one approaches they will hear loud laughter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 19:53:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)</div>Even before Prohibition, all the etiquette books said that a young woman shouldn't enter a bar or other 'den of iniquity' alone. Which was one reason Mattie ignored them.<br><br>She thanked their host and got the directions to Tiny's, then returned to her room for her rain slicker and hat. And to slip her small automatic in her purse: she wasn't a complete fool.<br><br>The rain was still pattering down, and she had to step carefully around deep puddles, but it felt good to be out. Rain was almost pleasant, at least as long as she was warm and dry in her slicker and there wasn't a lashing wind. It felt like the rain was washing away the dirt and grime, and everything would look clean and renewed afterwards.<br><br>There was some sort of park on the far side of the open area; that piqued her curiosity, but with all the rain it would be too... squelchy. She marked it down as something to explore tomorrow, if they couldn't leave first thing in the morning. She'd heard something about ruins, too.<br><br>Mattie located the small gravelly path and picked her way along it, her shoes more suited to city streets than muddy gravel paths. When she reached the beach, she wondered if she'd taken a wrong turning, before spotting light coming from the shack. She had to admit, she'd been hoping Tiny's would be a bit more impressive. Still, if that was all there was...<br><br>She went up to the shack and pushed open the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2019, 08:50:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste waited until she was alone with the other women with no immediate sign of being disturbed, then pulled out the book and began to leaf through it again.&nbsp; She snorted at a few of the passages, then moved to hand it to Lucienne.&nbsp; <br><br>"Cute place, seems to have a bit of a fish fetish."&nbsp; She commented wryly.&nbsp; "So what's your plan now that we're stuck here until the storm passes?"&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; She didn't have any real desire to poke around too much and cause trouble, she still didn't trust the local idea of 'justice,' but neither did she want to sit and stare at the wall.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned back as she waited for an answer, her eyes scanning the room.&nbsp; She should have packed more books, but she'd hoped to travel light.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>17-05-2019, 14:31:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>"Well I am not one to head out so soon to Tiny's but exploring this island would be interesting. The rain seems to be clearing but to be honest I rather leave this place and continue on with my journey. The faster I return, the faster I can publish my findings." Taking the book from Celeste, she studies the book's binding and pages carefully. "Perhaps I might do some light reading tonight. <br><br>"Since we have to wait till morning Celeste, I was thinking of holding up in here till morning. I've had enough adventures to last me a lifetime and returning to civilization would be most welcome, although I would have to dress up once more and be nice to the family so that they can find me a nice man to marry. Perhaps I could threaten them with another trip to South America. But I just left there for the very same reason. What is this belief that every woman needs a man to survive in this world? Dum spiro spero, while I breathe I hope" saying as she laughs.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I am studying the book itself for anything strange<br>Will later to read to see if I can spot anything out of the ordinary - Occult connotations, connections to cults etc Maybe an Anthropology and Occult Roll?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 03:51:27</strong>
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				<strong>General</strong><br><br>Around 7:30 pm on August 5, 1922<br><br>The rain has slowed to a heavy drizzle, but there were more nasty clouds heading toward the island.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Lucienne and Celeste</strong><br><br>Mary can be heard rustling around in the kitchen. She’s cleaning the dishes and preparing to close up for the night. Abraham walks into the Inn and smiles at the girls before heading straight to the kitchen where his mother has left food for him.<br><br>Lucienne would find the same things as Celeste did. A simple journal bound in leather with GT etched into the cover. It’s old and worn with many pages either damaged or missing. The beginning of the journal talks about how he was stationed as the commander of the naval prison on the island. By the language and use of the word rebs, it is obvious that the island was home to a civil war prison camp belonging to the union. One passage talks about meeting with Zedekiah Marsh. It describes him as a strange contemplative man. Just talking to him made a cold chill run down Thatcher’s spine. Marsh and the townsfolk made Thatcher very uncomfortable. A later passage talks about strange sightings that some of the guards and prisoners reported. Strange hunched figures around the prison camp. He dismisses these as drunken ramblings and the like. Another couple of passages detail a series of incidents involving missing food, which resulted in the shooting of two men as thieves. The end of the journal appears to be the ramblings of a madman. They make no sense at all. Something about weird dreams and fish is all anyone can make out. The journal shows no signs of anything occult. The author appears to be a christian. To get anything from the end of the journal you will have to spend about a week to study it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Regular Spot Hidden Check</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Celeste needs to beat a 30 and Lucienne needs to beat a 40<br></div></div><br><hr><br><strong>Mattie</strong><br><br>Inside Tiny’s is about what would be expected of a shack by the water. It’s lit by oil lamps. There are a few tables and chairs around the place. If the whole town showed up it would be standing room only. The place wasn’t decorated with anything on the walls. It looked as though the proprietor was ready to ditch the place at a moment’s notice. A makeshift bar was at the back of the building with several wooden containers stacked along the wall and on the bar itself. Each container had about 20 mason jars of clear liquid in them. There was a doorway with a curtain hanging in it behind the bar.<br><br>As soon as the door opens Mattie will be bombarded with laughter. Three men are sitting at the largest table in the middle of the shack. They’re drinking the clear liquid from the jars and playing cards. Paddy and Buddy are two of the men. The other is someone you haven’t seen before. The third is an absurdly obese man. He has dark thinning hair and brown eyes with a mediterranean complexion, which is very different than the others on the island.<br><br>“Well hello,” the large man turned and slowly stood. His legs were unsteady, but he managed to right himself. “How can I help you miss?” He smiled and approached Mattie. Paddy kept an eye on him. He didn’t want someone to hurt one of his passengers. “Looking for a drink? Care to join us for a game?” He extended his hand. “They call me Tiny.”<br><br>Looking at the table, it is easy to see who is winning. Tiny had the larger pile.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Edward</strong><br><br>Edward finds himself on a small boat heading to some island his friend had visited before mysteriously vanishing. The boat was small. Smaller than was probably advisable in the storm that was now hitting it. The boat tossed and turned.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 09:25:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i0.wp.com/theballerlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/winston-duke-wiki-bio-pics-photos.jpg)</div><br><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br><br>There were a series of curses as the older man struggled with the boat he was on. Edward, too his credit, helped where he could, but he was no experienced seaman and it was clear that the boat was outmatched in both speed and ferocity when pitted against the storm that soon enveloped them. The captains of both the plane and ship both thought they'd be out of harm's way of the beast currently tossing them about and both were comically mistaken. The only difference is that he has yet to make it to land. <br><br><br>The weather- beaten face of the captain called out to him over the storm. He had to scream over the crash of thunder, but the idea was simple. The was another island before the one he was trying to make it to, and the captain thought it best to attempt to seek temporary refuge there. Seeing as Ed was neither in a mood or in a state to argue, he left it in the man's hands and clutched his trumpet case as he hummed a few bars to a tune he normally played. Hoping against hope that he'd make it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 10:28:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)</div>Mattie hesitated for a moment. This wasn't quite what she'd expected. Then she smiled.<br><br>"Absolutely," she said, shaking his hand. His hand dwarfed hers; she'd guessed who 'Tiny' was long before he introduced himself. "I'm Mattie."<br><br>It was entirely too obvious she was the only woman in the room, and she was glad Paddy and Buddy were there. At least she wasn't with complete strangers. She hung up her slicker and hat, then sat where they made room for her. Mattie was familiar with poker - familiar enough to know she usually lost. She had money in her purse; she could play for a bit, then stop before she lost it all.<br><br>"Thanks," she added, accepting a jar of the clear liquid. She took a cautious sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 08:20:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>"Publish hmm?"&nbsp; Celeste commented.&nbsp; "I always found the fun was in the exploration, not the reporting.&nbsp; It isn't like people read half of it, and believe less than half of that."&nbsp; Her own forays into any sort of writing had largely been limited to a few circles.&nbsp; "Light may not be the word, try not to dream of fish."<br><br>Celeste shrugged at the rest of the comment about enough adventures and finding men.&nbsp; The comments struck a little too close to home.&nbsp; She forced a soft chuckle.&nbsp; But all she said in response was.&nbsp; "It is a challenge."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spot Hidden</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-05-20 01:06:13, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d100 Result: 87 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136518)</div></div><br><br>"Rest does seem like a wise option, hopefully we are not trapped here too long."&nbsp; She commented, though her eyes and tone seemed unfocused.&nbsp; "Perhaps I will stretch my legs though if the rain is growing lighter, see if that other girl has gotten herself into trouble, maybe see what remains of that old prison."&nbsp; She slowly stood, leaving the book in the care of the other woman, and headed for the door.&nbsp; She didn't have a specific destination in mind other than to at some point pass by the ruins she had seen from her window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 15:39:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>“Yes, a possible cure for some diseases. At least it bears more research of course, but the foundations are there. Tell you what, I will put this book in my room and I will join you. It would not be good if you were to explore the prison by yourself. After all, that thing in the book might be real”, gesturing to the book with her smile.<br><br>Standing, she heads up to her room and hides to book in her luggage as she takes her machete and it’s scabbard. Attaching it to her belt, she ties one of her scarves to her waist hiding it. Walking down, she joins Celeste for a walk.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>23-05-2019, 07:22:36</strong>
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				<strong>Edward</strong><br><br>The storm continued to toss the small boat about. Despite his best attempts the waves were too much for the captain to fight. A large wave crashes against the boat nearly capsizing it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hard Spot Hidden Check</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Need to roll a 17 or lower.</div></div><hr><br><strong>Mattie</strong><br><br>The moonshine was about what she would expect. Not so strong as to make you go blind, but strong enough to make an effective paint thinner. Both Paddy and Buddy gave her a nod. None of the men expected a woman to join them, but another player wasn’t going to hurt.<br><br>“Familiar with poker missy?” Tiny’s tone was patronizing. He smirked and began dealing the cards. That was his attitude the whole time. Buddy seemed to be of a similar bent when it came to women playing poker. Paddy on the other hand didn’t seem to have an opinion one way or the other. It probably didn’t help that he had the smallest pile of cash infront of him.<br><br>After three hands, Tiny won two and Mattie won one.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hard Spot Hidden Check</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Need to roll a 12 or lower</div></div><hr><br><strong>Celeste and Lucienne</strong><br><br>Outside the inn you both find that the rain has let up enough to see the town before you, as much as one could in the night. There was a soft bluish-green glow coming from seemingly random spots around town. The glow is coming from bioluminescent moss that is growing all over town.<br><br>Directly in front of you two is the fountain. It only has a vague outline. Any detail would be impossible to see without a light source. The prison ruins are directly behind the inn. Taking a left would be the most obvious way to get to them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>24-05-2019, 08:03:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)</div>The moonshine burned a fiery path down her throat and into her stomach. Mattie tried not to show how close she was to coughing.<br><br><em>Am I supposed to drink this or clean the table with it?</em> she thought, amused.<br><br>His tone about playing poker riled her. She'd show them she knew how to play, even if she lost.<br><br>"I've played a bit."<br><br>Three hands later, she was starting to feel more relaxed. The raw liquor helped. It was easier to sip once she'd recovered from the first one. Her betting was cautious but not timid, since she wanted to enjoy playing. Mattie was smart enough to take the money she was willing to lose from her purse: <em>this much, no more</em>.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Failed Spot Hidden</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-05-24 00:18:19, Mattie Green (uid: 1602) rolls: 1d100 Result: 44 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136602)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-05-2019, 04:59:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i0.wp.com/theballerlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/winston-duke-wiki-bio-pics-photos.jpg)</div><br>Somewhere out to sea...<br><br>Things inside the boat that weren't otherwise secured were toppling and breaking and the small ship crested wave after worsening wave. It was all Edward could do to hang on as a rather large wave overtook them temporarily. Water lapped against his boots as his body shook from honest fear. He'd been in whole battles that felt more survivable than what he was currently going through, and with his arms otherwise occupied, he was trying to use the rest of his bulk to keep his trumpet from getting away from him, but that was getting harder and harder as the waves kept crashing. "Frank...you better be alive, you son of a bitch, so I can kill you myself!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spot Hidden Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-05-24 21:45:40, Writersblockade (uid: 15940) rolls: 1d100 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=136624)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PixelatedPixie</strong> on <strong>27-05-2019, 23:37:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste waited for Lucienne, then headed out with a merry bounce to her step.&nbsp; There was nothing like a bit of fresh air to lift one's spirits.&nbsp; Her eyes were immediately drawn to the glowing moss, and she tilted her head before she headed towards the nearest patch.<br><br>"Are you a botanist by chance?"&nbsp; She asked Lucienne as she reached down to pick a bit of moss so she could examine it more closely.&nbsp; "I am afraid my own interest skews towards history, but it certainly seems unique."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>28-05-2019, 13:57:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>Accompanying Celeste. she enjoyed the cool air. It was very different from the heat and humidity she was used to in South America. LIke Celeste, she was drawn to the glow of the moss. "We should have bought a light source like an oil lantern or candle. Then again perhaps we would not be able to see the strange moss as clearly. Unfortunately, my skills lay elsewhere." Walking up to the moss for a closer look she tries to see if she has seen something similar in her travels, however making sure she is not close enough to breathe in any spores or unpleasant surprises. "I do remember however of hearing about man-eating plants in the jungle using pheromones to attract their prey before it devours them", smiling at Celeste. <br><br>After studying the moss, she conveys what she found to Celeste and takes a left towards their destination. "If it is too dark, I suggest we return to the inn to get a light source. It could be dangerous if we were to trip over. However, she also uses the opportunity to get used to the darkness but knows that if they were to enter the building it would definitely be too dark. Unless of course, she could make one with the moss.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Would like to see if I have seen this before in South America - Possible Survival check?</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChicagoOkie</strong> on <strong>30-05-2019, 04:32:01</strong>
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				<strong>General</strong><br><br>7:40 pm August 5th, 1922<br><br>The rain was beginning to pick up as heavy clouds pushed towards the island. In a matter of minutes the rain was going to pelt the island again. This time it didn’t look like the rain was going to let up until morning.<br><hr><br><strong>Mattie</strong><br><br>The chat around the table was tame. With a woman and what passed for law around these parts, Tiny was cautious about what he said. It was obvious that Tiny was cheating, but for the life of you you couldn’t figure out how. He was winning the hands that paid the most and only losing those that made it look like he wasn’t cheating.<br><br>After a few more hands, Buddy was out of money. He stood up and stretched. “Welp, I’m off to bed. Goodnight,” he said to the table and gave Mattie a nod. Then he left the shack. Staggering slightly the whole way out of the door.<br><br>As soon as the man was out the door Tiny chuckled. “Man never could play, or hold his liquor.”<br><br>Paddy smirked.<br><br>The rain could be heard as it fell heavier against the roof.<br><hr><br><strong>Edward</strong><br><br>Another large wave hit the boat. The wave was large, but not large enough to flip the boat in the manner it was. The small watercraft popped up into the air and flipped upside down. Edward was tossed from the boat. Luckily for him, he managed to hold onto his trumpet case. The captain was nowhere to be seen, but a life preserver was floating next to Edward. He could see a small island in the distance. Presumably the one he was headed to.<br><hr><br><strong>Celeste and Lucienne</strong><br><br>Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t the moss that was glowing but bacteria that was growing on the moss. The moss itself isn’t very unique. It’s common enough in the New England area. The bacteria does remind Lucienne of some of the bioluminescent bacteria that grew in the amazon river.<br><br>The ground is squishy along the way to the prison ruins. The ground isn’t paved and the grass gets sparse as they approach the ruins. None of the glowing moss is anywhere but in the divots of the cobbled paths. The ruins are only lit by the occasional flash of lightning. What can be seen is a crumbling wooden wall. There are many gaps exposing the barren grounds inside. There doesn’t appear to much of anything growing there.<br><br>The rain began to pick up again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Athem</strong> on <strong>30-05-2019, 07:25:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Mattie_green.jpg)</div>The drumming of the rain on the shack's roof made it easier to stay. Even with a slicker, she'd rather not be out in it. The liquor gave her confidence, not that she really needed it. She'd play a few more hands, and see if the rain eased off a little.<br><br>"I'll stay for a bit. Got to try and win back something."<br><br>She wasn't fooling herself. Tiny was obviously cheating, but she couldn't see how, there were no obvious mirrors or stuff like that, which pretty much exhausted her knowledge of sharping. It wouldn't be smart to call him on it, anyway. Still, she included it in her betting, dropping out earlier in the bigger hands and making back what she could on the smaller ones. <em>Lose a bit gracefully, then call it a night</em>. She was getting used to the fiery liquor by now, though it was never going to be something she'd choose over other drinks.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>07-06-2019, 03:53:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i0.wp.com/theballerlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/winston-duke-wiki-bio-pics-photos.jpg)</div><br>The creaks of the ship and the continued crashing of the contents within had told Edward that the end was nigh, in one way or another. Still inside the boat, he was unable to see the majestic crash it made through yet another wave, but was more than aware of the water that rushed in as a result. He was hit with a wall of force that knocked him about the small cabin, before the flipping of the boat dumped him as surely as a toilet flushed. It was all he could do to make a last ditch grab for his trumpet as he was unceremoniously tossed out to sea. The crash into the large body of water drove him under for a brief moment, where he was witness to&nbsp; a lightning strike as it arched against the sky, lighting the water around him.<br><br>When he finally emerged, he was lucky enough to make a break for the life preserver in the water, before it or he was swept up in another wave. He managed to get a meaty, soaked arm around the preserver before another wave crashed into him sending him towards the only place around that seemed to have even the slightest of light on the horizon. His legs would kick as much as they could, to the only place it seemed there was to go.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Call of Cthulhu: Island Dreams IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>07-06-2019, 13:45:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.frenchentree.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Louise-Bourgoin.jpg)</div><strong>August 5th, 1922</strong><br><br>Letting out a sigh, she starts to make her way back to her room. It would be bad being caught in weather like this. Perhaps it was a sign. The moss was interesting and would be something to talk about with her hosts. Then again, hopefully, they would be gone before the end of the day tomorrow. For one, she cannot wait to return to civilization. It would also be a good idea to take some samples back home to have it analyzed. PIcking up the pace, she makes her way back to where she came from and entered the dining room. A cup of tea would be fantastic. <br><br>"Mary? May I bother you for a cup of tea?" she asks as she makes her way to the ktichen.
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