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[Gaming] The Adventures of Rupert Bulmer, Esq. - Chapter 2 - Session 26
Sorry this is a bit late, I only just remembered.
Previously
The plan was to travel to Plattsburgh in three groups: Nicolas, Alex, Silas with Scout Group 23 on their way to the big Jamboree; myself and Thomas as "tourists" posing as possible buyers of land/investors in the area; and Robert on his own.
The train ride was uneventful and we arrived on schedule. Plattsburgh is a dreamy and quiet New England town, nothing special but quite possibly nice to live if you're not looking for night-time entertainment and hunting and fishing are more your choice of spending your time.
We checked in at the La Quinta hotel only to be told that "Thomas" had already done so. Slightly confused, I asked for a description of said "Thomas" and it turned out to be Alex. Right.
Thankfully, there was another room available so we checked in. We then had a look around town to get an idea of the lie of the land and took a coffee at the Carlton. The atmosphere was oddly quiet, people were going about their business, not overly friendly or welcoming but not hostile, either.
Later back at the hotel, Silas met us in the hotel restaurant and reported that he had successfully helped set up the scout camp but Nicolas had stayed behind in the fear he would be recognised in his hometown. Robert and Alex joined us for dinner and we discussed what to do.
Alex suggested some of us attend "midnight mass" at the "Holy Word of God Baptist Church" so him, Thomas, Silas and I went after relaxing for a while and freshening up.
Considering it was a weeknight, there were quite a few people arriving at the church, which sat in its own, fenced area with a few further buildings. Two strong looking gentleman stood on either side of the church doors but didn't question or hold up anyone so we were free to move in and find our seats. The church was quite magnificent, oppulently decorated with rich wood carvings and gilt everywhere, especially on the huge cross above the altar. The congregation was mixed from folk in simple clothes to those in the first rows who were wearing finer garb, one even in uniform, most likely of the local police. There were bibles and hymn sheets which at first glance contained nothing out of the ordinary, nothing you wouldn't expect in a Baptist church. Revelations seemed to be a bit more thoroughly thumbed than the rest but it certainly contained nothing sinister.
Then the organ started a powerful tune and the first hymn was sung. During this, a very tall, smooth figure in the typial vestments of a Baptist minister, with short cropped hair, entered the church and took his place behind the podium, singing along in a powerful voice that almost drowned out the rest of the congregation. Impressive indeed. The sermon that followed was all about punishment of sins and the importance of self reliance, of being strong in one's faith to overcome any obstacle. Very dark, very doom laden, nothing about salvation and other positive aspecte. The congregation were in rapture, hanging on his every word. This man knew how to sway people, with his catchy voice and his imposing figure, not someone you easily say No to. Despite this, there was nothing odd or non-Christian about the sermon, nothing about old powers or similar, which I had been expecting. I wonder if that content is reserved to a trusted circle of followers. Hopefully, we'll have opportunity to find out more. Nicolas' words hinted at much more sinister things going on.
After the rather lengthy service was over, the congregation slowly moved out, while others stayed behind to shake the Father's hands and have a quick word. Among them, to my surprise, Thomas. As I was making my way out, I saw that the Father and one of his aides led Thomas to a side door. This didn't look good. Alex had spotted it, too, and we quickly left the church and walked around the side to see if we could find a way of coming to Thomas' help if necessary. There was a side door but it was guarded by another of the church's dark suited servants. Alex suggested I distract the guard while he would try to slip into the church. And this was when it all went wrong. I foolheartedly agreed to this and walked up to the guard. He seemed friendly enough, if reserved when I made smalltalk about the wonderful church and how it must be difficult to maintain it all when suddenly, Alex stepped up behind the guard and smacked him over the head! The blow only glanced off the guard's side with no harm done and a fight ensued. We scuffled for a fair while, during which the guard managed to get in a mighty blow to Alex' face which knocked him to the ground, unmoving. Finally, I managed to get my walking stick in and the guard dropped. I quickly dragged him behind the door (a kitchen) and gagged and bound him before I took care of Alex who really wasn't in a good way. I managed to stop the bleeding somewhat but he was still unconscious so I took him over my shoulders and made way out to the side road down to the centre of town. Thankfully, a carriage stopped, urged us to get in and dropped us off a the hospital where Alex was immediately seen. He was in a stable but critical condition and I was told to leave as there was nothing I could have done so I left for the hotel where a message was waiting for me to meet the others in Robert's room so I did after freshening up and changing my clothes in my room.
The events of the day were discussed. Thomas had indeed met the Father and told him some made-up story about being "Thomas Fitzroy from
London" who had bad dreams after picking up an antique alabaster cat or some tosh like that and was now looking for answers. The Father had invited him for a chat the next day.
Robert clearly wasn't happy with what happened to Alex and I but there was nothing we could do about it now and take things as they come.
Silas was dispatched to inform Nicolas at the scout camp and we turned in.
Previously
The plan was to travel to Plattsburgh in three groups: Nicolas, Alex, Silas with Scout Group 23 on their way to the big Jamboree; myself and Thomas as "tourists" posing as possible buyers of land/investors in the area; and Robert on his own.
The train ride was uneventful and we arrived on schedule. Plattsburgh is a dreamy and quiet New England town, nothing special but quite possibly nice to live if you're not looking for night-time entertainment and hunting and fishing are more your choice of spending your time.
We checked in at the La Quinta hotel only to be told that "Thomas" had already done so. Slightly confused, I asked for a description of said "Thomas" and it turned out to be Alex. Right.
Thankfully, there was another room available so we checked in. We then had a look around town to get an idea of the lie of the land and took a coffee at the Carlton. The atmosphere was oddly quiet, people were going about their business, not overly friendly or welcoming but not hostile, either.
Later back at the hotel, Silas met us in the hotel restaurant and reported that he had successfully helped set up the scout camp but Nicolas had stayed behind in the fear he would be recognised in his hometown. Robert and Alex joined us for dinner and we discussed what to do.
Alex suggested some of us attend "midnight mass" at the "Holy Word of God Baptist Church" so him, Thomas, Silas and I went after relaxing for a while and freshening up.
Considering it was a weeknight, there were quite a few people arriving at the church, which sat in its own, fenced area with a few further buildings. Two strong looking gentleman stood on either side of the church doors but didn't question or hold up anyone so we were free to move in and find our seats. The church was quite magnificent, oppulently decorated with rich wood carvings and gilt everywhere, especially on the huge cross above the altar. The congregation was mixed from folk in simple clothes to those in the first rows who were wearing finer garb, one even in uniform, most likely of the local police. There were bibles and hymn sheets which at first glance contained nothing out of the ordinary, nothing you wouldn't expect in a Baptist church. Revelations seemed to be a bit more thoroughly thumbed than the rest but it certainly contained nothing sinister.
Then the organ started a powerful tune and the first hymn was sung. During this, a very tall, smooth figure in the typial vestments of a Baptist minister, with short cropped hair, entered the church and took his place behind the podium, singing along in a powerful voice that almost drowned out the rest of the congregation. Impressive indeed. The sermon that followed was all about punishment of sins and the importance of self reliance, of being strong in one's faith to overcome any obstacle. Very dark, very doom laden, nothing about salvation and other positive aspecte. The congregation were in rapture, hanging on his every word. This man knew how to sway people, with his catchy voice and his imposing figure, not someone you easily say No to. Despite this, there was nothing odd or non-Christian about the sermon, nothing about old powers or similar, which I had been expecting. I wonder if that content is reserved to a trusted circle of followers. Hopefully, we'll have opportunity to find out more. Nicolas' words hinted at much more sinister things going on.
After the rather lengthy service was over, the congregation slowly moved out, while others stayed behind to shake the Father's hands and have a quick word. Among them, to my surprise, Thomas. As I was making my way out, I saw that the Father and one of his aides led Thomas to a side door. This didn't look good. Alex had spotted it, too, and we quickly left the church and walked around the side to see if we could find a way of coming to Thomas' help if necessary. There was a side door but it was guarded by another of the church's dark suited servants. Alex suggested I distract the guard while he would try to slip into the church. And this was when it all went wrong. I foolheartedly agreed to this and walked up to the guard. He seemed friendly enough, if reserved when I made smalltalk about the wonderful church and how it must be difficult to maintain it all when suddenly, Alex stepped up behind the guard and smacked him over the head! The blow only glanced off the guard's side with no harm done and a fight ensued. We scuffled for a fair while, during which the guard managed to get in a mighty blow to Alex' face which knocked him to the ground, unmoving. Finally, I managed to get my walking stick in and the guard dropped. I quickly dragged him behind the door (a kitchen) and gagged and bound him before I took care of Alex who really wasn't in a good way. I managed to stop the bleeding somewhat but he was still unconscious so I took him over my shoulders and made way out to the side road down to the centre of town. Thankfully, a carriage stopped, urged us to get in and dropped us off a the hospital where Alex was immediately seen. He was in a stable but critical condition and I was told to leave as there was nothing I could have done so I left for the hotel where a message was waiting for me to meet the others in Robert's room so I did after freshening up and changing my clothes in my room.
The events of the day were discussed. Thomas had indeed met the Father and told him some made-up story about being "Thomas Fitzroy from
London" who had bad dreams after picking up an antique alabaster cat or some tosh like that and was now looking for answers. The Father had invited him for a chat the next day.
Robert clearly wasn't happy with what happened to Alex and I but there was nothing we could do about it now and take things as they come.
Silas was dispatched to inform Nicolas at the scout camp and we turned in.