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The Adventures of Rupert Bulmer, Esq. - Chapter 3 - "Rise of the Supreme Race" - Session 28
Previously
After defeating the evil reverend of Plattsburgh and sending the wicked creature back to the hell it came from it was time to relax. Or was it?
The following day we relaxed and licked our wounds a little but those who could also explored what was left of Plattsburgh. Slowly, the town came back to life but it will take quite a while until everyone will be back to normal. Especially those who had been under the Reverend's full control now couldn't remember anything
I went turkey shooting in the morning and when I returned to the hotel I found a note from Silas woh had found something interesting at the boarded up Methodist church (i.e. not the evil cultist church). Under the loose slabs underneath the altar, he found an odd statuette with batrachian features and tentacles (rather like the eldritch creature we saw at the barn) in a stone circle carved with cyrillic characters. Robert, Nicolas and I joined him back at the church to take a closer look. I took a few photos of the statuette and the carvings and Nicolas made a rubbing so we might decipher it later. None of us could read Russian or cyrillic characters and it turned out the "libary" at the school didn't have any books or dictionaries, either which, considering the political climate, wasn't really surprising.
Continuing our investigation, we went back to the Reverend's church where we found another batrachian statuette, whole piles of documents and a book, also written in cyrillic but with disturbing diagrams and illustrations. There was also a locked safe behind an elk's head. We didn't find any clues as to the combination nor had any tools but Nicolas said he would look for some chemicals in the school lab so he could burn the lock off but would only be able to do that the next morning.
I should probably mention at this point that the local police were entirely uninterested in our meddling and on the contrary were grateful for any light we might shine on the sinister Reverend's machinations.
We returned to our hotel and retired early.
Thursday, 29th of May
While we were having breakfast, we received a visit from the chief of police accompanied by another gentleman who stayed in the background while the chief was passing on some rather troubling news: Apparently, the FBI were on their way, intent on investigating not only the incident at the barn but also a group of foreigners accused of being involved in smuggling and bribery. The chief told us of a good friend of his, Prof. Seymour, who lived in Canada not too far from here and he would offer to hide us for a while until the investigation was over. We were to take the first train as the FBI could turn up at any time. That professor researched the rituals and culture of local Indian tribes, which also sounded interesting.
The chief then introduced us to the other gentleman, a Doctor Henry Vargas, the professor's personal physician. He would accompany us to Canada and he also offered help in our current matters when Nicolas mentioned that we should go to the church quickly and open the safe so we hurried over there. Vargas asked us to leave the room so we didn't see what he was doing but after a few minutes he called us in and the safe was open. There was quite an amount of money, more documents and another one of those weird statuettes, but this time in silver. It also had symbols carved around the base, symbols that were oddly familiar, the language we had seen in variuos places and that had ultimately come from that forsaken place in Africa. Nicolas deciphered it to say "Laws of the Moon".
We left the money in the safe, to which Silas added a bottle of his "medicinal gin" for good measure which might derail the FBI for a while.
We hurried back to the hotel and quickly packed. Thomas was to be sedated and bandaged up well in hospital and Alex had already left for New York to speak with his agent, so it was Robert, Silas, Nicolas and I accompanied by Dr. Vargas who boarded the train.
At the border to Canada, we were harrassed by a rather annoying and belligerent French speaking guard who asked us silly questions about our business in Canada but eventually carried on to the next carriage, undoubtedly to annoy more passengers. Finally, the barrier was lifted and the train crossed over to Canada.
The landscape soon started to change, more and more trees, lakes and then mountains in the distance. Soon the train was rolling through thick forest.
We were just having lunch in the dining car when I was idly looking out of the window and suddenly spotted a woman in ragged clothes running through the woods. There were two hooded figures running not far behind her, clearly intent on catching her. Silas must have spotted her as well because he exclaimed something and pulled the communications cord. The emergency brake slammed on and we barely stay upright while food and wine was flying everywhere. My Beef Bourgignon was all over my shirt and Nicolas had taken a dive face first into his pasta. Wasting no time with things like that Silas, Robert and I stormed towards the door, just about missing the cook who was screaming and shouting about his lovely kitchen.
Outside, we hurried along the track towards where we had come from and then searched the woods. After a while I found a scrap of bloodied cloth, evidently from the woman's clothes. Vargas turned up, urging us to return to the train which wasn't going to wait but we had a woman to rescue so sent him back to delay the train.
We carry on, following the sparse trail of footprints, occasional drops of blood and more scraps of cloth until we arrived at a trail through the woods with fresh tyre tracks. If they had a vehicle, they would be a mile away or even further by now.
We gave up and headed back and arrived just as the train set off. Both Robert and I managed to jump on but Silas twisted his ankle and stumbled to the ground. Robert, already arguing with a train guard and being threadened with a fine, pulled the brake again, stopping the train. He jumped out and dragged Silas in. The guard, showing no sympathy whatsoever and babbling on about the train being late, then fined both of them 50 dollars. Robert paid up but Silas refused and was retained by the guard.
After about 3 hours, we finally pulled into Lacolle where Professor Seymour resided. It was a rather small settlement, small houses built mostly of wood by a lake busy with fishing boats. In the distance we could make out mountains, quite a lovely place, if rather remote.
When Silas was dragged off to the police station, I came along so we could give our story to the officers. Naturally, they didn't believe us along and as Silas refused to pay his fine, I had to bail him out.
We returned to the station, just as a couple of cabs arrived to take us to Professor Seymour's residence. A short drive later, we arrived at a big house, the maitre'd John happily greeting Dr. Vargas (who immediately enquired about the Professor's wife) and welcoming us. We were shown into a cosy reception room loaded with book shelves and animal heads, mostly deer, and served brandy, fine cigars and some rather fine ginger biscuits.
Prof Seymour came down to greet us. A weary looking gentleman, tired, slightly dissheveled with salt and pepper hair.
Nicolas asked the Professor about his research and he began a rather confusing account about charcoal burials and crystal things found by and in the lake (apparently similar to the crystal skull found in South America a few years ago). Seymour seemed to think that the things he found weren't depictions of humans and he also talked of creatures called ghouls who apparently eat humans. I couldn't quite make sense of it.
Working with him was a Prof. Nigel Bonaparte from the University of Montreal who is apparently not in for the research but for his own personal gain. Seymour alleged that according to a student's report, Bonaparte found a whole crystal knife at the edge of the lake but never reported it and kept it to himself. He thinks Bonapate has been meddling with dangerous things, is completely mad and obsessed with those crystal artifacts. Hm, possibly a person to stay well away from but something tells me we'll be paying him a visit soon.
Nicolas then showed him the silver statuette and explained the symbols. Seymour examined the statuette and thinks it's a vessel of sorts, with one of the toes being a spout and he also thought that the statuette was hollow and contained a liquid. John was summoned to fetch and sterilise a milk bottle into which the professor wanted to empty whatever was inside the statuette.
To be continued...
After defeating the evil reverend of Plattsburgh and sending the wicked creature back to the hell it came from it was time to relax. Or was it?
The following day we relaxed and licked our wounds a little but those who could also explored what was left of Plattsburgh. Slowly, the town came back to life but it will take quite a while until everyone will be back to normal. Especially those who had been under the Reverend's full control now couldn't remember anything
I went turkey shooting in the morning and when I returned to the hotel I found a note from Silas woh had found something interesting at the boarded up Methodist church (i.e. not the evil cultist church). Under the loose slabs underneath the altar, he found an odd statuette with batrachian features and tentacles (rather like the eldritch creature we saw at the barn) in a stone circle carved with cyrillic characters. Robert, Nicolas and I joined him back at the church to take a closer look. I took a few photos of the statuette and the carvings and Nicolas made a rubbing so we might decipher it later. None of us could read Russian or cyrillic characters and it turned out the "libary" at the school didn't have any books or dictionaries, either which, considering the political climate, wasn't really surprising.
Continuing our investigation, we went back to the Reverend's church where we found another batrachian statuette, whole piles of documents and a book, also written in cyrillic but with disturbing diagrams and illustrations. There was also a locked safe behind an elk's head. We didn't find any clues as to the combination nor had any tools but Nicolas said he would look for some chemicals in the school lab so he could burn the lock off but would only be able to do that the next morning.
I should probably mention at this point that the local police were entirely uninterested in our meddling and on the contrary were grateful for any light we might shine on the sinister Reverend's machinations.
We returned to our hotel and retired early.
Thursday, 29th of May
While we were having breakfast, we received a visit from the chief of police accompanied by another gentleman who stayed in the background while the chief was passing on some rather troubling news: Apparently, the FBI were on their way, intent on investigating not only the incident at the barn but also a group of foreigners accused of being involved in smuggling and bribery. The chief told us of a good friend of his, Prof. Seymour, who lived in Canada not too far from here and he would offer to hide us for a while until the investigation was over. We were to take the first train as the FBI could turn up at any time. That professor researched the rituals and culture of local Indian tribes, which also sounded interesting.
The chief then introduced us to the other gentleman, a Doctor Henry Vargas, the professor's personal physician. He would accompany us to Canada and he also offered help in our current matters when Nicolas mentioned that we should go to the church quickly and open the safe so we hurried over there. Vargas asked us to leave the room so we didn't see what he was doing but after a few minutes he called us in and the safe was open. There was quite an amount of money, more documents and another one of those weird statuettes, but this time in silver. It also had symbols carved around the base, symbols that were oddly familiar, the language we had seen in variuos places and that had ultimately come from that forsaken place in Africa. Nicolas deciphered it to say "Laws of the Moon".
We left the money in the safe, to which Silas added a bottle of his "medicinal gin" for good measure which might derail the FBI for a while.
We hurried back to the hotel and quickly packed. Thomas was to be sedated and bandaged up well in hospital and Alex had already left for New York to speak with his agent, so it was Robert, Silas, Nicolas and I accompanied by Dr. Vargas who boarded the train.
At the border to Canada, we were harrassed by a rather annoying and belligerent French speaking guard who asked us silly questions about our business in Canada but eventually carried on to the next carriage, undoubtedly to annoy more passengers. Finally, the barrier was lifted and the train crossed over to Canada.
The landscape soon started to change, more and more trees, lakes and then mountains in the distance. Soon the train was rolling through thick forest.
We were just having lunch in the dining car when I was idly looking out of the window and suddenly spotted a woman in ragged clothes running through the woods. There were two hooded figures running not far behind her, clearly intent on catching her. Silas must have spotted her as well because he exclaimed something and pulled the communications cord. The emergency brake slammed on and we barely stay upright while food and wine was flying everywhere. My Beef Bourgignon was all over my shirt and Nicolas had taken a dive face first into his pasta. Wasting no time with things like that Silas, Robert and I stormed towards the door, just about missing the cook who was screaming and shouting about his lovely kitchen.
Outside, we hurried along the track towards where we had come from and then searched the woods. After a while I found a scrap of bloodied cloth, evidently from the woman's clothes. Vargas turned up, urging us to return to the train which wasn't going to wait but we had a woman to rescue so sent him back to delay the train.
We carry on, following the sparse trail of footprints, occasional drops of blood and more scraps of cloth until we arrived at a trail through the woods with fresh tyre tracks. If they had a vehicle, they would be a mile away or even further by now.
We gave up and headed back and arrived just as the train set off. Both Robert and I managed to jump on but Silas twisted his ankle and stumbled to the ground. Robert, already arguing with a train guard and being threadened with a fine, pulled the brake again, stopping the train. He jumped out and dragged Silas in. The guard, showing no sympathy whatsoever and babbling on about the train being late, then fined both of them 50 dollars. Robert paid up but Silas refused and was retained by the guard.
After about 3 hours, we finally pulled into Lacolle where Professor Seymour resided. It was a rather small settlement, small houses built mostly of wood by a lake busy with fishing boats. In the distance we could make out mountains, quite a lovely place, if rather remote.
When Silas was dragged off to the police station, I came along so we could give our story to the officers. Naturally, they didn't believe us along and as Silas refused to pay his fine, I had to bail him out.
We returned to the station, just as a couple of cabs arrived to take us to Professor Seymour's residence. A short drive later, we arrived at a big house, the maitre'd John happily greeting Dr. Vargas (who immediately enquired about the Professor's wife) and welcoming us. We were shown into a cosy reception room loaded with book shelves and animal heads, mostly deer, and served brandy, fine cigars and some rather fine ginger biscuits.
Prof Seymour came down to greet us. A weary looking gentleman, tired, slightly dissheveled with salt and pepper hair.
Nicolas asked the Professor about his research and he began a rather confusing account about charcoal burials and crystal things found by and in the lake (apparently similar to the crystal skull found in South America a few years ago). Seymour seemed to think that the things he found weren't depictions of humans and he also talked of creatures called ghouls who apparently eat humans. I couldn't quite make sense of it.
Working with him was a Prof. Nigel Bonaparte from the University of Montreal who is apparently not in for the research but for his own personal gain. Seymour alleged that according to a student's report, Bonaparte found a whole crystal knife at the edge of the lake but never reported it and kept it to himself. He thinks Bonapate has been meddling with dangerous things, is completely mad and obsessed with those crystal artifacts. Hm, possibly a person to stay well away from but something tells me we'll be paying him a visit soon.
Nicolas then showed him the silver statuette and explained the symbols. Seymour examined the statuette and thinks it's a vessel of sorts, with one of the toes being a spout and he also thought that the statuette was hollow and contained a liquid. John was summoned to fetch and sterilise a milk bottle into which the professor wanted to empty whatever was inside the statuette.
To be continued...