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Sunday, May 25th
The next morning, everything quiet, really quiet. Except for the hotel, not a single shop or even cafe was open, and very few people were about. As there was nothing to do, I went back to the hotel to wile away the time before the scouts' raft race started.
The race turned out to be moderately exciting as one part of the river the could choose to go through actually had some rapids. The rapids proved the Little Beavers' undoing but the "Seahawks", the team Silas had been looking after and helping build their raft, went through them and promptly won.
A big celebration at the scout camp followed and afterwards we retired for an early and quiet night.
Monday, May 26th
The scouts were off on their big hiking challenge and our group split up to organise various things.
I visited the City Hall where I posed as a foreign investor interested in purchasing land. My main purpose, however, was to see how much of the town (all of it) and surrounding land (most of the land South of the river) was owned by the church. I picked a beach plot adjacent to the Church's property and made a note of landowner's details (a Mr Pike) in a pretense to visit him in the afternoon.
I then hired a hunting rifle and wandered off towards the lake where I spent the good part of the afternoon snooping around (without spotting anything suspicious) but managed to bag a wild goose (sadly no luck with the beavers).
When I returned to the hotel, I handed the goose over to the kitchen staff who promised to roast it for me. I learned that Nicolas would be entertaining the scouts with a fireworks display that evening and that Silas was at the camp as well helping out. Robert had snuck out to spy on some of the church properties, mainly that big barn.
Thomas and I had just sat down with the rather splendidly roasted goose when Robert barged in, sat down at our table and told us that what he had found at the barn: It was full of children!
I ran off to Scout Camp to get Silas and Nicolas. When I arrived, Sheriff Steele and his deputies was already there about to lead a search party into the hills. Silas told me that the Seahawks hadn't returned from the hike and he had found signs of a scuffle and hints that they had been abducted! After telling him about Robert's findings, the Sheriff and his deputies agreed to come along to investigate. Silas and Nicolas joined us. Back at the hotel we pick up Robert and the others and head to the barn in the police wagon.
Once there, everything seems quiet so the Sheriff questions Robert. After a bit of back and forth, the Sheriff believes Robert, shoots off the padlock and opens the door: Inside there was a long corridor down the center, with stalls left and right barred with iron gates!
Before we could enter, I spotted movement from the side of the building: Three goons with pistols and the priest! One of the goons shouted "Drop your guns!". Undeterred, I shouted "Drop YOUR guns" and pointed my rifle at them. As they cocked their guns, I shot one down, but another returned fire! The shot seemed to have hit a vital part in my leg because I went down, almost fainting from the pain. Then the gunfight started properly and from here and things got a little sketchy so most of what follows is a second hand account.
One goon was shot in the hand, another in the head, the Sheriff tried to stop the fight by screaming an shooting in the air shouting “Stop Shooting” but surprisingly, things only got worse.
Suddenly, there was a horrible screeching sound from where the priest had hidden that seemed to explode in my head and I lost consciousness...
From what I can piece together from the others' accounts, the following transpired:
The priest was screeching and chanting, fire coming from his eyes, mouth and hands and this action caused the back wall of the barn to turn into a bright, shiny gate of some description from which some horrible creature came forth and terrorised the people who were there.
Despite this, Robert and Silas managed to shoot the priest several times and Nicolas finished him off, taking revenge for his family. The unnamable thing proved more difficult as the mere sight of it caused Robert and Thomas to temporarily lose their faculties but Silas emerged as the hero of the hour. He jumped into the police car, started it and drove it straight at the monstrosity (clipping Robert in the process), pushing it along the barn corridor and through the wall, barely managing to jump to safety as the horrible thing and half the car vanished into nothingness!
After this, the injured were transported to hospital and the town slowly returned to normal. Realisation of what had happened over the recent years creeped in which obviously had a depressing impact on its inhabitants but I'm sure they will find their way back to a normal life and who knows, I might return for a hunting holiday.
Nicolas was probably the most happy of them all as he had found his children unharmed in the barn and his wife was found in one of the other buildings, too.
Slightly embarrassingly, the town celebrated us as heroes, we were given lodgings free of charge for as long as we desired (or, in my, Robert's and Alex's case free treatment at the hospital until our recovery).
We also received a grateful letter from a certain Mrs. Hubbard who thanked us for the rescue of her son Lafayette and said if we were ever in Washington State, we'd receive a heroes' welcome.
Choice quote from the evening:
- I'm going to nail the car into the monster and shove it back into the hell it came from.
- Erm, Robert is in the way.
- Oh well, sacrifices have to be made.
So this was the end of the Chapter. The campaign will continue, possibly with a few new characters but the same player base. It's been a fun ride and I'm looking forward to whatever![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
robinbloke will come up with next.
In the meantime, O's Warhammer campaign will have priority so getting a little further with that will be cool, too.
Sunday, May 25th
The next morning, everything quiet, really quiet. Except for the hotel, not a single shop or even cafe was open, and very few people were about. As there was nothing to do, I went back to the hotel to wile away the time before the scouts' raft race started.
The race turned out to be moderately exciting as one part of the river the could choose to go through actually had some rapids. The rapids proved the Little Beavers' undoing but the "Seahawks", the team Silas had been looking after and helping build their raft, went through them and promptly won.
A big celebration at the scout camp followed and afterwards we retired for an early and quiet night.
Monday, May 26th
The scouts were off on their big hiking challenge and our group split up to organise various things.
I visited the City Hall where I posed as a foreign investor interested in purchasing land. My main purpose, however, was to see how much of the town (all of it) and surrounding land (most of the land South of the river) was owned by the church. I picked a beach plot adjacent to the Church's property and made a note of landowner's details (a Mr Pike) in a pretense to visit him in the afternoon.
I then hired a hunting rifle and wandered off towards the lake where I spent the good part of the afternoon snooping around (without spotting anything suspicious) but managed to bag a wild goose (sadly no luck with the beavers).
When I returned to the hotel, I handed the goose over to the kitchen staff who promised to roast it for me. I learned that Nicolas would be entertaining the scouts with a fireworks display that evening and that Silas was at the camp as well helping out. Robert had snuck out to spy on some of the church properties, mainly that big barn.
Thomas and I had just sat down with the rather splendidly roasted goose when Robert barged in, sat down at our table and told us that what he had found at the barn: It was full of children!
I ran off to Scout Camp to get Silas and Nicolas. When I arrived, Sheriff Steele and his deputies was already there about to lead a search party into the hills. Silas told me that the Seahawks hadn't returned from the hike and he had found signs of a scuffle and hints that they had been abducted! After telling him about Robert's findings, the Sheriff and his deputies agreed to come along to investigate. Silas and Nicolas joined us. Back at the hotel we pick up Robert and the others and head to the barn in the police wagon.
Once there, everything seems quiet so the Sheriff questions Robert. After a bit of back and forth, the Sheriff believes Robert, shoots off the padlock and opens the door: Inside there was a long corridor down the center, with stalls left and right barred with iron gates!
Before we could enter, I spotted movement from the side of the building: Three goons with pistols and the priest! One of the goons shouted "Drop your guns!". Undeterred, I shouted "Drop YOUR guns" and pointed my rifle at them. As they cocked their guns, I shot one down, but another returned fire! The shot seemed to have hit a vital part in my leg because I went down, almost fainting from the pain. Then the gunfight started properly and from here and things got a little sketchy so most of what follows is a second hand account.
One goon was shot in the hand, another in the head, the Sheriff tried to stop the fight by screaming an shooting in the air shouting “Stop Shooting” but surprisingly, things only got worse.
Suddenly, there was a horrible screeching sound from where the priest had hidden that seemed to explode in my head and I lost consciousness...
From what I can piece together from the others' accounts, the following transpired:
The priest was screeching and chanting, fire coming from his eyes, mouth and hands and this action caused the back wall of the barn to turn into a bright, shiny gate of some description from which some horrible creature came forth and terrorised the people who were there.
Despite this, Robert and Silas managed to shoot the priest several times and Nicolas finished him off, taking revenge for his family. The unnamable thing proved more difficult as the mere sight of it caused Robert and Thomas to temporarily lose their faculties but Silas emerged as the hero of the hour. He jumped into the police car, started it and drove it straight at the monstrosity (clipping Robert in the process), pushing it along the barn corridor and through the wall, barely managing to jump to safety as the horrible thing and half the car vanished into nothingness!
After this, the injured were transported to hospital and the town slowly returned to normal. Realisation of what had happened over the recent years creeped in which obviously had a depressing impact on its inhabitants but I'm sure they will find their way back to a normal life and who knows, I might return for a hunting holiday.
Nicolas was probably the most happy of them all as he had found his children unharmed in the barn and his wife was found in one of the other buildings, too.
Slightly embarrassingly, the town celebrated us as heroes, we were given lodgings free of charge for as long as we desired (or, in my, Robert's and Alex's case free treatment at the hospital until our recovery).
We also received a grateful letter from a certain Mrs. Hubbard who thanked us for the rescue of her son Lafayette and said if we were ever in Washington State, we'd receive a heroes' welcome.
Choice quote from the evening:
- I'm going to nail the car into the monster and shove it back into the hell it came from.
- Erm, Robert is in the way.
- Oh well, sacrifices have to be made.
So this was the end of the Chapter. The campaign will continue, possibly with a few new characters but the same player base. It's been a fun ride and I'm looking forward to whatever
robinbloke will come up with next.In the meantime, O's Warhammer campaign will have priority so getting a little further with that will be cool, too.
