Masks of Nyarlathotep

Off to Oz

One of Johnstone Kenyatta’s men came to Boyovu village and told them some unsavory characters were asking about them. Johnstone offered to help them escape Kenya, they decided to go to Australia. Kenyatta smuggled them to Zanzibar where they hopped a steamer to Aden then to Perth.

In Aden Sean wired Professor Cowles at Arkham and told him some about related cults in Africa and they wanted to explore his leads to the sand bat cult in Australia, please wire them in Perth. The missionary who joined them was fascinated by some of the tomes they had and started learning spells on the 3 week journey.

Arriving Perth there was a telegram from Cowles telling them they could see the journal of Arthur McWhirr that he had left in his home in Sydney. See his friend Dr. David Dodge who was watching his house. Also a Professor Boyles in Perth might help as an expert in native customs. They hopped a ship to Sydney via Melbourne, met Dr. Dodge and got McWhirr’s diary which outlined monster attacks in the Great Sandy Desert and ancient stones he found. Dodge insisted on coming with them so he could write the academic paper. Researching at museums and libraries in Sydney Helen found evidence of long worship of this sand bat god which seemed yet another of the 1000 faces of Nyarlathotep as well as references to an ancient buried city.

Dodge told them Arthur had wired that the diary had come from McWhirr’s attorney Robert Mackenzie of Port Hedland and that was where to port to head inland to Cuncudgerie, the mining camp where the McWhirr expedition had launched it’s expedition.

First to Darwin to check out the Randolph shipping company, another steamship ride. There they gathered rumors of the cult activity in the desert, including that it was led by a white man. Randolph Shipping Company was run by a belligerent drunkard named Toddy Randlolph. While talking to him about an employee whom they had heard might know something about the sleeping god in the desert, Gavin noticed a crate to the Penhew Foundation in London marked with an odd symbol. “Accidentally” knocking it off the stack it broke open to reveal a 3 foot statue of Cthulhu. Toddy threw them out with a loud string of cursing.

Breaking in later they found records of shipments marked with the same symbol to a Mortimer Wycroft in Cundudgerie, as well as to Penhew in London and Fong Shipments in Shanghai. The listing for the crate they had broken listed TWO crates bound for Penhew. They searched and found the other, broke it open to find a strange device of rods, wheels, and mirrors and a note stating it was “:a short term survey device employed by the Yithians”.

They took the device, Gavin fiddled until he activated it. Gavin looked in the eyepiece and immediately slumped into a coma. That looked like fun so Father Mike decide to do the same, but Sean shut off the device. Father Mike could not restart it.

Gavin stayed in the coma, though strange things happened and eventually it seemed he was sleep walking when nobody was looking. Eventually the unconscious Gavin disappeared. Mike and Helen and David Dodge left for Port Hedland, Sean stayed looking for Gavin. Eventually he found Gavin reading a magazine at a coffee shop. Gavin would not talk to Sean and walked away. Sean followed, Gavin stopped and stared at him clearly indicating to leave him alone. Gavin crossed the street not looking for traffic. Sean followed. Gavin stopped and turned, Sean stopped then saw the truck coming, Gavin had stopped precisely where the truck would miss Gavin and hit Sean. Sean dove away but was clipped by the truck and knocked unconscious. Sean spent two weeks in the hospital. When he got out he started looking for Gavin again. Just as he was about to give up Gavin showed up, quite frazzled. He remembered nothing of the past four weeks but was strangely disturbed.

They headed for Port Hedland.

Mopping up in Nairobi

They fled the mountain, dogged by monsters throughout the night. Sean killed a Byakhee.

They caught up with Sam and the released prisoners with the sound of drums beating in the distance. The cult was after them.

That night more monstrosities attacked, including a Hunting Horror. Chaos ensued in a nightmarish blur of horror as blood and screams filled the night. Everybody fled in every direction.

Yesterday there were 50, today 20 survivors. They fled southwards night and day, with Sam Mauriga and James McTavish, a Zebra hunter, leading the way. They were chased by cultists and monsters. It was an exhausting journey with little rest. Eventually they made it back to civilization, starving, sick and exhausted.

They recuperated in Boyovu village with Okomu and Old Bundari. They returned to Nairobi where they found Chuck’s head had been sent, horribly mutilated, probably while he was alive. A missionary priest joined them after having seen what he had seen. They dealt with the police matter of the fire, paying Reggie Barnes $500 to repair his hotel.

They found an altar, graves, cult robes, incense and an ancient tome in Tandoor Singh’s shop. It was a miracle the cult had not cleared it out.

They found Nails Nelson in the loyal defender pub. He was a scumbag drunkard. He verfied seeing Jack Brady in 1923 at a pub in Shanghai, he gave them the address.

They returned to Old Bundari to see if he had found out anything about the Eye of Light and Darkness. He said if it was made whole again it could be activated with a ritual involving men of good heart willing to sacrifice for the cause. The secret of the ritual could be found in some scrolls in the east. Once activated the Eye would block evil power in the vicinity of where the eye was fixed.

Horror at the Mountain of the Black Wind

They thought to delay and wait all day in the chamber to see if the priestess’ party returned, but Gavin noticed Who had become listless and then began to fade. Realizing the magic of this place was going to dispel Who they decide delaying was a bad idea.

Charlie scouted the tunnel, lots of natural side passages but the main worked passage went up at least half a mile and showed evidence of Egyptian design. Helen was amazed that Egyptian influence was found this far south.

They all went up and found an enormous natural cavern supported by pillars that looked like tentacles. Charlie noticed the pillars were actually writhing ever so slightly. There was a large altar of strange blue stone in the middle, a huge bone pile, three pits that appeared to have nasty stuff in the bottom and a dias with a throne. In front of the throne was a low platform with an enormously fat person laying.

The priestess M’Weru was working at the altar and 10 powerful looking tribal warriors lounged about.

They tried to find side passages around to the other side to no avail. Charlie snuck across the chamber hiding in shadows and crept up the back of the dias behind the throne. Peering around he saw the fat creature was Hypatia Masters swollen to the size of a dinner table with wallows of translucent flesh through which two bulbous eyes could be seen staring. Hypatia chanted constantly in a sing-song voice about photography, the Carlysle expedition, and being the bride of a god. This was too much for Charlie and he began having flashbacks to the trenches and the monsters he encountered there. He began yelling and slashing at the air.

The others attacked, Gavin released Who-Is-Not-What-She-Seems who grew to twice the size of an elephant and began trying to eat the cult warriors. Helen and Gavin tried to get to M’Weru, but the warriors stopped them. M’Weru began casting nasty spells, one blasting Charlie mercifully into unconsciousness when he was slammed back into the cavern wall, but the rest managed to resist. Sean charged around the side with his Tommy Gun and blasted at Hypatia while the warriors blocked him. He hit the pregnant monstrosity, but what happened next was unfathomable.

The monstrous form of the Bloody Tongue god, none other than Nyarlathotep himself in his horrific tripedal monstrous form, appeared and instantly healed his unborn progeny. This unravelled both Gavin and Helen who ran screaming from the chamber as the cultists kneeled in reverence. Sean somehow kept his cool as Nyarlathotep advanced on him, taunting him with his failures and the the horrible fates that awaited him. The elder god made it clear that to kill them here would be a mercy that he would not bestow. Sean fled. They all fled. The last thing Sean saw was the monstrous Bloody Tongue god advancing on Who as she gobbled a screaming cultist.

They fled the cavern, the tunnels, the cave and the mountain with all haste, the memories of that horrible chamber chasing them the whole way.

Big Safari

They set off for the Mountain of the Black Wind. They almost lost their guide when Crazy Chucky threatened to cut off his head, only Gavin’s silver tongue convinced him to stay.

As they neared their camp was attacked by cultist tribesmen.

They stayed a week in Ndovu village and healed. They met a missionary there who tended their wounds.

They visited the Corrupt Ground where the Carlyle expedition was massacred, it was spooky.

They left there guide and porter behind and climbed the Black Mountain, following a trail winding up. They found a hidden cave that had a hideous statue of the Bloody Tongue god, a throne, piles of bones and corpses, some sleeping spots and a cage with 50 prisoners, some white. They released the prisoners and found a secret passage behind the statue, one of the prisoners told them the priestess M’Weru and her bodyguards (10 bad ass locals) had gone back there this morning and not yet returned.

Behind the secret door was a ramp leading up into the mountain.


They talked Sam Mariga into being a guide to the location of the Carlysle massacre and the Mt of the Black Wind.

Sean went to the Tea Shoppe of Tandoor Singh.

The hotel was attacked by more Fire Vampires, the Egyptian kid almost died.

Chucky saw the Indian guy from the train toilet watching the fire. He killed him almost dying himself from the hotel owners rifle and the Indian guy’s eye melting spell.

They fled town (arsonists), Sam Mariga told them they were wanted for the death of Tandoor Singh as well as burning down the hotel.

Violence in Mombasa
A lunatic on the loose

Another boring day on the docks. Mr Smythe had Maliki moving that pile to over there. Always “move this there, load this here”, Maliki was a strong young man, but he wondered if it was worth leaving the tribe to come to the big city. The glitter of civilization had drawn him, but he was the lowest of the low here. At least he was able to put food on the table for his baby…

The drudgery was broken by the sounds of gunshots from across the street. Was that coming from Mr. Singh’s place? This couldn’t be good Maliki thought. Mr. Singh had all the right connections, he had the docks sewn up like a tribal vest. If someone was making a move on Mr. Singh it would be bad Ju-Ju! Then Mr. Singh’s factor came running out the front door, fleeing for his life. Maliki dropped the heavy sacks he was carrying on his shoulder, should he run for cover like the others in the area had? As he looked back he saw a white man in a cheap suit come running out of the building,. He didn’t recognize him. The man came running right over to Maliki and in an undeniably British accent under his labored breaths ask Maliki “Which way did he go?” The look in the man’s eyes… Whatever it was it made Maliki afraid. Maliki meekly pointed down the street where Mr. Singh’s man had run. The British fellow took off in that direction. All had gone quiet in the warehouse….

Inspector Worthington was going over the case file from the ship murder one more time. If only all his cases came like this, wrapped in a neat little bundle with a bow on top. Cases were never this easy… almost TOO easy. It made him wonder.

Then the report of multiple homicides on the docks came in. Witnesses and everything. Reports said a British man was involved. Inspector Worthington was not a big believer in coincidence. A ship comes rolling into port with a dead body and a culprit all wrapped up in a bow. A few days later more bodies. Uh-huh, coincidence, sure…

His thought immediately went to that thug who was partners with the dead guy from the ship. He had seen his type before, that guy was trouble. Of course there was the big bald guy with the crazy eyes. Crazy was crazy. They were both British weren’t they? He put those thoughts out of his mind, a good detective does not predispose himself to a solution, he bases it only on the facts. But the fact that there were two worrisome Brits who had just come to Kenya colony WAS a fact. He jotted it down in his notebook and headed off to do his job.

Inspector Worhington was certain whoever did this was NOT from Mombasa. Nobody would hit a known well connected smuggler like Singh so loudly in such a messy manner. They had to be outsiders. The witness, that native laborer Maliki, said he could recognize the man who chased that accountant from the warehouse. Problem is the description Maliki gave was clearly neither the thug nor the lunatic. Maybe an associate? The obvious lead was to check the people who were involved with the ship murder first. There were only 3 hotels that Europeans were likely to use, might as well take Maliki there and see if he can finger the British guy. Couldn’t hurt to have Maliki take a look around. Gotta knock off the low hanging fruit first, then dig deeper.

It was just routine questioning. While at the Met, the third hotel, things had gotten quite boring but then there was some sort of disturbance amongst the staff. Coincidence that there was a disturbance just after an Inspector and witness showed up asking questions? Again, not a big believe in coincidences Inspector Worthington followed up. A guest had gone ill. Might as well check. There’s the guest says the kitchen manager, why was he out back of the service entrance? Maliki said “That’s the man!” Really? This easy again? Inspector Worthington shook his head as he got out the cuffs, wondering where the neat little bow was…

Gavin was in jail. Again. This jail was nasty. So were these colonial cops. He knew they wanted him to flip on Uncle Chuck for slaughtering those guys. He held out for as long as he could.

Fortunately Sean had some experience with graft. The colonial officials had only recently come to power and that made them easy to grease. One large later spread across numerous slimy palms and Gavin was free. Good thing this Ajah Singh fellow was slimier than these other slime balls else Gavin was likely facing firing squad.

However, the message was clear. Leave Mombasa or they would ALL go to the hoosegow. Now about that train schedule…

Another Relaxing Cruise
An Interlude at Sea

They took a train to Port Said that afternoon and laid low for a couple days until they could catch the SS Osterley on the P&O Orient Line on Saturday afternoon. They all splurged on first class for a much needed rest.

Boarding the ship they noticed one of the ship’s first class stewards watching them closely. Helen recognized one of the other passengers as an Belgian archaeologist, Dr. Rene Delaflote and his party. Chuck also recognized a General he had seen once in the war.

At dinner the first night, Chuck saw Dr. James O’Reilly, the ships doctor and realized he knew him from the Mesopotamia campaign during the war. They had served together in Basra and during the seige of Kut. Chuck and the Dr. shared drinks and reminisced in the lounge that night.

They noticed the Steward, Akbar, watching them. Someone had searched Sean’s cabin while he was out on Monday,

On Tuesday the body of Dr. Delaflote was found in his room by the chambermaid. Dr. O’Reilly was tasked by the Captain to solve the murder before they reached port. Dr. O’Reilly asked Chuck and friends to help.

They searched the crime scene, and interviewed suspects and witnesses. They soon pieced together that Dr. Delaflotte was not well liked by any of his treasure hunting party and found out they were on the trail of the Carlysle expedition hoping to loot the legendary Solomon’s Mines. They eventually came to realize that Delaflote’s daughter, Sophia, blamed him for not being there when her mother died and resented him for controlling her life. She was also in love with Delaflote’s research assistant, Henry. Henry had proposed to Sophia but Delaflote refused to give his consent. They theorized this sent Sophia into a rage and she had killed her father with a blow from an artifact they were smuggling out of the country,

Searching the Egyptian Steward Akbar’s cabin, they found the statue of Bast that was probably the murder weapon. Akbar finally confessed that he was an agent of a Cult of Bast and was tasked with watching for a group of Europeans fleeing Egypt with a holy artifact stolen from Bast. He had entered Delaflotes cabin Monday night to search it and found the statue and the body. He took the statue and fled. He claimed innocence.

They accused Sophia of killing her father, but Henry confessed that he had done it, not Sophia. They arrested Henry and planned to turn him over to authorities upon their arrival in Mombasa.

They Mystery of the Cat’s Cradle had been solved (or had it?).

Horror Beneath the Pyramids
An Insane Delve

Helen studied the obelisk and after a while managed to puzzle out a hidden message in the hieroglyphs:Miighty is the god whose breath brings death and whose form brings madness. Remembering the Coptic Egyptian words she repeated the phrase and felt magic power being pulled through her. Willingly sacrificing the power, she cast her first spell and the obelisk went translucent. She stepped through followed by the others (Gavin hesitated).

They found themselves in ancient passages far below the pyramids, the oppressive weight of the stone above their heads smothering them almost as much as the overwhelming silence. They were in a chamber with another obelisk and a large passage leading off into the darkness. Following the passage, they passed numerous other side passages but stuck to the large one. Soon enough loathsome images were seen on the walls of beast headed humans, human headed beasts, and alien monsters performing despicable acts on human kind. Their imagination got the better of them and they spotted movements in the shadows, walls moving like breathing tubes of great monsters, and imagined blood dripping from the ceiling. Soon they came to a lit area and could hear the murmur of hundreds of voices, then a scream followed by cheers.

Ahead the passage turned and there were wide black stairs leading down into a huge chamber supported by massive black marble columns. The floor was slick black marble flecked with white. Sneaking down in the darkness they managed to keep from being spotted but saw the chamber filled with 800 robed cultists and about 100 man-beast hybrid creatures wearing nothing but loin cloths. The man-beasts seemed to be guarding the chamber. They spotted a high dias with an altar atop which lay an ancient sarcophagus (most likely Queen Nitocris) attended by 12 robed priests. Before the dias was a wide rectangular pit with booms at each corner, most of the cultists thronged around this and the 100 or so tied up prisoners awaiting their turn to be lowered by the booms into the pit of leeches below then raised screaming covered in the slimy creatures to the great amusement of the crazed cultists.

Nearer this end of the chamber was another wide staircase descending below, from which a flickering red light could be seen. Beyond the altar/dias was another raised platform sporting two large stone thrones, leading from here to the right wall was a processional bridge supported by arches. Near the wall at the end of the bridge was another obelisk. Looking closer at the altar they could spot pillars near the sarcophagus to which were tied Angela Broadmoor and James Gardner, Broadmoor appearing drugged and being forced to use her spiritual powers to contact the dead.

Realizing that to push much further in the chamber would risk attention of the guards or cultists, they retreated and tried to find an entrance to the processional bridge seen across the chamber. Investigating side passages they were soon rewarded with a door that opened onto the bridge behind the obelisk. Helen snuck out and examined the obelisk, but could find no hidden spell here. They argued for a while about what to do and decided their only course of action was to kill the hostages before they could be ritually sacrificed. Chuck theorized that Broadmoor’ss abilities as a medium were possibly being used to call Queen Nitocris from beyond and if they killed Broadmoor at just the right time the spirit could be trapped in time and space, lost between worlds. Sean decided to bank everything on this and took Chuck’s stolen rifle and crawled out behind the obelisk to wait. Chuck waited just inside the door with the Thompson with Husam while Gavin and Helen watched the corridor.

Sean watched in horror as all 100 victims were fed to the leeches and died a horrible death. He watched as Agatha was forced in her drugged state to commune with the dead, and Gardner struggled feebly with his bonds. He also watched the priests lift the mummy of Nitocris (wearing crown, necklace, and girdle) out of the sarcophagus and onto the altar and pushed the empty sarcophagus down onto the cultists below, crushing several. Sean could see the white fluffy cat pacing around the dias by the altar.

Soon the sacrifices were complete and the gathered cultists crowded the raised altar. The robed priests led a chant in which the name Nyarlathotep could be heard repeatedly. The chant raised in fervor and two of the priests near the prisoners pulled curved blades. Gardners throat was sliced and his blood allowed to spill over the mummy. Sean decide it was now or never and aimed and fired. Agatha Broadmoor’s head exploded in a spray of brains and blood and all hell broke loose. Chuck stepped out onto the platform and began swinging around the Thompson as Omar Shakti turned his priests hood slipping from his head, dropping the dagger he cast a quick spell and was wreathed in dark flames as he rose several inches off the floor. The other high priest, Martin Winfield, dove behind the altar for cover and the white fluffy cat jumped off the dias transforming into a 7 foot tall hairless lion demonic monstrosity that loped for the stairs to the thrones and the bridge beyond.

Chuck opened up with the Thompson and 3 priests fell (he avoided Shakti and chose to focus on the others on the plaform). Sean froze in horror as he realized that he had murdered an innocent, overwhelmed by the horror of it all. Shakti’s reached out both hands and two elaborate ankh shaped scepters flew into his hands which he crossed in front of himself and began chanting another spell. The demonic lion-cat bounded up the stairs towards them and Husam tried to get Sean to pull out of his stupor while Chuck retreated. Chuck spotted Winfield pulling a pistol and peeking around the altar. Sean started coming to his senses as Chuck pulled him to his feet and Husam stepped around the obelisk to meet the charging demon cat on the bridge. Husam whipped open the black wrapped bundle he had been carrying on his back and pulled out the holy Sword of Akmallah as the demon cat’s 7 foot long tongue lashed out at him. Sean decided to try some more shots with the rifle and was rewarded for this bravery when Shakti waved one of his scepters and a wide gash appeared across Seans abdomen. Husam dodge the lashing tongue of the demonic beast and slashed it withe the ancient blade, Chuck pulled Sean through the door. Sean did not resist, he had had enough! Husam retreated with the crazed demon-cat pressing him hard, but managed to wound it with the holy sword. Chuck yelled at Husam to get out of there, and turned just in time to see Husam backing into the corridor slashing and dodging the lashing tongue of the horrible hairless monster. With one final duck of the lashing tongue, Husam lashed out with the sword and impaled the demon. As it died it transformed into a mummified cat and clattered to the floor.

They fled. Fast. Gavin led them in a blind mad dash through unknown passages. The echoing shouts of pursuing cultists could be heard all around. Finally they came to a dead end room where was piled trash and rotting corpses beneath a sharply slanted chimney leading up. They somehow managed to all climb the difficult climb and emerged into the open air of the necropolis quite some distance from the Sphinx where they entered. They found where they left their orphan friend and quickly retreated towards Cairo on foot.

The sun crested the horizon just as they crossed the bridge into Cairo exhausted. The welcoming light of the sun refreshed them as they all realized the horror they had survived this night. Gavin suggested resting at his apartment, but they found it tossed. That wasn’t a good idea. They asked Mah’Mud if he knew a place they could hide and rest and he led them to an abandoned building in the old city. They rested and recuperated and decided it was high time to leave Cairo. They would take the first train to Port Said and catch a steamer to Mombasa. It was time to see what horrors they could uncover in the dark heart of Africa.

A Cult Gathering
And a sexy priestess

While they were arguing what to do Chuck slinked away and snuck into the Clive camp, killing a guard and taking his coat and rifle. He found the artifact tent and slipped in, using a lighter in his pocket to see. The shelves and tables were empty. There was only one truck in camp, he figured the Clive expedition had already left. He snuck out of camp barely avoiding a guard who discovered his deceased comrade and raised an alarm. Chuck went running for the car and they sped away.

The spent the res of the night driving from pyramid site to pyramid site, looking for who knows what, but finding nothing. They were running out of gas and headed back to Cairo. The cat in the hallway tried to get in their flat. They got a few hours sleep and went to see Dr. Kafour at the Egyptian Museum. They walked their and eventually had a dozen cats following them. For luck he was in. They showed him the broken stone from the Red Pyramid, he said he thought it was a legitimate warding symbol of some kind, but he didn’t know what. He thought if it could be combined with it’s other half it might still hold power. For some reason they thought if they put the two pieces back on the Red Pyramid all would be rosy. Dr. Kafour explained the value of locking the barn door 6 years after the horses had escaped.

They showed Dr. Kafour the scroll they took from Van Heuvelen. He was very excited to see it. He agree to keep it safe and study it. They expected Dr. Kafour to tell them what to do, but he had no idea. Taking a wild guess, they thought they would find secret tunnels in the Temple of Bast Van Heuvelen had told them about. Dr. Kafour knew of no such temple.

Leaving they passed a beautiful Egyptian woman in a slinky white dress. She stared at Chuck. When he tried to talk to her, she told him he was a rude rude man and she scared him for some reason. Going outside (where all the cats were) they decided they needed to hire a car, time was of the essence. They sent Mah-Mud off to get a car and driver for the day. Meanwhile Sean went back into the museum to talk to the woman. She seemed to know who he was and where their secret flat was! She asked him where the scroll was, she wanted it returned to it’s rightful place. Sean told he Dr. Kafour had it. She asked if they were friends of the foolish Dutchman. She advised them to convince him to return the rest of the scrolls before something bad happened. This creeped Sean out and he left.

They went to Van Heuvelen. He screamed at them to leave him alone, he cried “murder, they have come to kill me!” Nobody came to his aid. He was insisting they leave immediately, but Sean got his attention with a promise of treasure and more artifacts, including the scrolls from the burial chamber of Nitocris if they would take him to the temple where he got the scrolls. He was leery, but eventually convinced. He insisted on taking his scrolls with them because he thought they might just be trying to lure him away so some accomplice could steal them. He led them to the hidden temple deep in the heart of the old city through a winding path. It was lit with a burning brazier, had an altar to Bast and lots of nooks filled with a dozen cats. The sexy woman from the Museum was there. She insisted she be given the stolen scrolls. Van Heuveleun tried to escape running for the stairs, Charlie and Gavin stopped him. The priestess pulled the satchel with the scrolls from his grasp and thanked them. Van Heuvelen began to cry, tears ran down Chucks hand which was clamped over his mouth. They asked the priestess about the secret tunnels in her temple, she told them there were none. They asked her to answer their questions about how to stop the cult, she did not know. They asked her if her goddess could help, she paused and looked at the statue on the altar and said “She does not want to get involved, it is much too dangerous for her”. The priestess dismissed them, and they climbed the stairs. Sean wanted to ask her one last question and went back down. When he reached the bottom he was quite surprised to see the woman gone and a large black panther in front of the altar! It roared at him and he fell over himself scrambling back up the stairs. They got out of there quickly and abandoned Van Heuvelen to his fate back at his hovel.

They decided to go look for the Vengeant Ulama Husam that had saved Gavin. It was late afternoon and when they arrived at his mosque they found out HE was looking for THEM at their apartment! Eventually they met up and he told them he needed their help. He had been poking around in the town of Gezira Muhammed looking into the dealings of Mr. Omar Shakti. He said everyone seemed afraid to talk, but one man suggested he check the plantation tonight. He went to the plantation and found quite a bit of activity there. Realizing something was going to happen, he determined to crash the party, but needed their help if they were willing.

They all drove to Gezira Muhammed and dismissed their driver and car. The streets were deserted, it seemed people were hiding in their homes. They walked north to the plantation, there were quite a few people gathering there. They watched as night fell, people coming from all over and gathering at the plantation. Around 10pm, a procession left on foot of about 500 robed cultists led by Omar Shakti carrying his white cat. They people had lanterns and torches and walked in a long column south.

They followed, easily able to track the lights in the night. The procession walked through town and into the desert. They walked for 3 hours all the way to Giza!

The cultists gathered around an obelisk about 150 yards south of the Sphinx. One of the robed figures stepped forward raising his hands and saying something they could not make out from their hiding place amongst the ruins some distance away. The obelisk shimmered, went transparent, and the robed figure stepped into it and disappeared. The throng of cultists followed.

They thought about attacking as the crowd thinned, but Husam suggested it might not be good to give up the element of surprise just yet. So they waited until the last cultist disappeared into the obelisk and ran for it. By the time they got there, it had returned to it’s solid state and they could not follow into it. They were alone in the necropolis of Giza in the darkest part of the moonless night.

A Drunken Duitchman
And Nosy Cats

Gavin Dempsey returned to Shepheards the next day (Saturday afternoon) disguised in native garb. He bribed a hotel worker to find Gardner and Broadmoor having afternoon tea on the garden terrace. He talked to them, the guards somehow allowing it. According to Gardner, the Clive expedition knew from texts they had exhibited in London before leaving for Egypt that the mummy was Queen Nitocris. Dr. Clive was being overly discreet in not identifying it. Neither of them believed the sarcophagus was dragged from the pyramid, Broadmoor thinks something supernatural was involved, Gardner theorized about secret passages. Broadmoor was theatrical in displaying her air of mystery, telling Gavin that Queen Nitocris could rise from the dead if the Crown of Nitocris, the Necklace of Nitocris, and the Girdle of Nitocris were placed on the mummy and the proper rituals performed while the celestial bodies were right. Whether she knew something or was just being spooky Gavin wasn’t sure. Gardner told Gavin he wanted to come here to study his theory of the Riddle of the Sphinx and that it was tied to great underground tunnels, perhaps even an entire city, under the Sphinx. However, Dr. Clive moving the expedition to Memphis shortly after their arrival had made that difficult for Gardner and he wasn’t too happy about it.

Sunday morning the newspaper had an article about “Tragedy at the Mosque of Tulun”. It said six scholars had died in the collapse of the ceiling of their study chamber, including Efti, and that the Nazir had collapsed and was in the hospital. They went to the mosque and found Husam, who at first thought they might have had something to do with it. He told them that something or someone had come up into the chamber from an underground tunnel and the girdle was gone. The tunnel was collapsed, the police had a strange chunk of gray flesh they had found at the scene. Everyone at the mosque was quite upset.

Sunday afternoon they chased down Janwillen VanHeuvelen, who turned out to be a drunkard living in the back of a ratty tailor shop. They promised to buy him lunch and drinks, he drank a lot. There were a lot of cats around. At lunch Charlie decided to choke and throw the owners cat. She wasn’t happy with this and pulled a shotgun, Charlie ran for it chased by a spray of buckshot and her two sons with knives after his left nut. VanHeuvelen told them he had hired on with the Clive expedition shortly after their arrival in London but was fired not long after the disappearance of the sarcophagus for cost cutting reasons. He told them that the scrolls found with the mummy were quite legible and legitimate (quite different than the story Clive was peddling). VanHuevelen told them he was working on a book translating some lost scrolls of his own, this would be his big break. Apparently, Martin Winfield had told him of a lost temple of Bast here in the old city and the hiding place of the scrolls. VanHeuvelen had gone there and stolen them and was translating them now. He would not let them see the scrolls, so later that night they forced their way in, subdued the unfortunate man, and found the scrolls. They took one, the one that mentioned something about the Black Pharoah. More cats were around, one followed them, and one was watching their front door Monday morning. Helen translated the heiroglyphics as prayers to the Black Pharoah pleading for aid. Monday afternoon they stole a car and drove to Memphis, they spied on the camp, counting 50ish armed men guarding it.

What now? The new moon was tomorrow night.


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