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Post by Tweek on Aug 29, 2005 6:48:16 GMT -6
Long minutes pass with no sign of Johnston's attacker. His eyes dart around the pitch black room and then to the flashlight in the corner. He decides to risk it and leaps towards the light. In two seconds he has the flashlight. Johnston scans the room quickly, gun and light aimed together.
The room is empty. The only footprints on the floor are his own. Gathering his wits, Johnston hurries back down the tunnel to his waiting team members.
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Post by Marco on Aug 29, 2005 14:07:38 GMT -6
"Hey, there you are. Any problems?"
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Post by Marco on Aug 30, 2005 15:53:39 GMT -6
" I hope not. Let's go on."
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Post by Tweek on Aug 30, 2005 16:31:33 GMT -6
Johnston hands Marco the bloody key without a word. No need to scare anyone with what just happened.
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Post by Marco on Aug 30, 2005 16:36:17 GMT -6
Marco takes the key and opens the door not knowing what is behind it...
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Post by Tweek on Aug 31, 2005 6:35:42 GMT -6
The unlocked door does not yield at first. It takes all three men to push it open. Behind it lies a small room, empty save for a small table and single chair in its center. Someone has been here very recently. On the table are five black candles about 8 inches high, arranged in a circle. Each has burned down about halfway. There is still a faint smell of smoke in the air.
There are no exits except the way they came in. The tunnel ends here, it seems.
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Post by Marco on Aug 31, 2005 7:17:30 GMT -6
"Something keeps telling me that this tunnel hasn't ended yet."
Marco enters the room with his weapon and flashlight drawn. As he approches the wall on the other side of the door he lays down his weapon and sticks the flashlight into his mouth and begins to scan the wall. From time to time he pushes on the wall. After ten minutes suddenly the wall yields.
"Hey guys. I've found something"...
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 31, 2005 8:46:04 GMT -6
Erik walks up next to Marco. He looks at the wall, then at Marco.
"Curiosity killed the cat..."
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Post by Marco on Aug 31, 2005 9:36:27 GMT -6
" Now we have just one question. Should we go on or should we stay here for a while and search the room. Cause I've to tell ya, there is something odd about this circle of candles. And the other thing. Eric. You should translate the runes for us. You can never now. Maybe Witchcraft does exist. And then those runes can help us."
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 31, 2005 15:32:11 GMT -6
"It's been awhile since I've worked with anying like this. but I can give it a try."
Erik returns to the door, carefully examining the runes.
"It seems that these are part of a protection ward. From what I can read, it says something about repelling the 'Crawling Chaos.' "
He looks back at the other two agents.
"I think someone was trying to keep something out."
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Post by Marco on Aug 31, 2005 15:43:25 GMT -6
"Hmm... What was Jefferson or who ever lived here trying to keep out? The Blair Witch?"
Marco giggles, but as he turns he just sees Erik and Johnston looking stern at him.
"What? "
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Post by Tweek on Aug 31, 2005 18:41:06 GMT -6
Agent Johnston seats himself in the chair and stares for a long moment at the candles on the table. He looks up at the ceiling, then back down again at the table. His eyes widen with understanding.
"Anyone got a lighter? I have an idea about these candles. I want to try something..."
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 31, 2005 22:00:46 GMT -6
Erik fishes a lighter from a puch on his bulletproof vest and tosses it to Johnston.
"Here."
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Post by Marco on Sept 1, 2005 4:27:41 GMT -6
"Ahh....guys? What are you up to?"
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Post by Tweek on Sept 1, 2005 6:45:10 GMT -6
One at a time the black candles are lit. When all five are burning, new markings become visible on the ceiling above the table. Different handwriting from the runes on the door, these writings are in English. It seems to be gibberish, a confused jumble of random letters. Johnston shines his flashlight up at them, trying to find any words or patterns hidden there.
The heavy door swings shut on its own, closing with a loud bang. The burning candles flicker but do not go out. Johnston doesn't react or seem to even notice this.
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Sept 1, 2005 11:20:11 GMT -6
Erik takes note of the writing on the ceiling. His eyes narrow.
"Johnston, you even mention the word 'Nyarlathotep,' and I'm outta here..."
He jumps as the door slams.
"Oh, shoot me."
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Post by Tweek on Sept 1, 2005 16:40:04 GMT -6
Certain phrases repeat themselves throughout the writings. Johnston points these out to the others: down you go
now now now
seven for me
for me for me for me
one for you
must prepare
mine and yours
quiet quiet quiet |
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Post by Marco on Sept 2, 2005 4:57:29 GMT -6
I don't know, but when I hear this I have to think of the Blair Witch and the case with Rustin Parr.
Seven for me
One for you
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Post by Tweek on Sept 2, 2005 7:39:45 GMT -6
"This whole thing gives me the creeps. I think we need to get more agents in here."
Johnston reaches for his radio and finds that it is missing. He is sure he brought one with him.
"One of you call for backup. We're way over our heads here. The forensic team is gonna LOVE this place..."
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Post by Marco on Sept 2, 2005 8:47:25 GMT -6
Marco takes his cell-phone.
"Damn. I have no radio reception in here. But we aren't that deep in the ground.
Erik. Do you have any radio reception here?"
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on Sept 2, 2005 9:01:32 GMT -6
Erik shakes his head.
"We should be able to get better signal outside. One of us needs to head back out."
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Post by Marco on Sept 2, 2005 9:58:54 GMT -6
Nobody says somehting, but Johnston and Erik look at Marco.
"OK, OK...I'll go."
Marco turns and walks away. He stops in front of the door with the runes. Marco puts in the key but finds that the key does not fit.
"...Er...I don't wanna needle you with questions, but how the hell do I get this door open?"
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Post by Tweek on Sept 3, 2005 9:32:04 GMT -6
The door does not budge. Looks like they will not be going out that way.
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Post by Marco on Sept 3, 2005 9:45:05 GMT -6
It's really great. Now nobody can get out and call for amplification. We gotta go on through the tunnel. Does anybody know where it ends?
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Post by Tweek on Sept 3, 2005 16:46:58 GMT -6
"It better lead outside or we are screwed. We just--- GAHHH!!! WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!"
A horrible smell enters Johnston's nose just then, and he nearly gags. It's coming from those burning black candles. They are giving off a stench that is unbearable. He's never smelled anything so foul. Except perhaps burning flesh. And that thought leads him to question exactly WHAT these candles are made of...
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