The Shadows of Yog-Sothoth

Nieuwe personages:
- Bart: Mitch Buchanan, mijnwerker
- Andy: fotograaf Peter North
- Gudrun: visverkoopster Annie Burlap

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Donderdag 12 december 1926

- Jonathan en Nicholas komen uit de inrichting, ontmoeten Mitch, gaan weer binnen voor een maand

Zondag 12 januari 1927

- begint in zothuis, ontmoeten fotograaf Peter North. Ook mijnwerker Mitch Buchanan + viswijf Annie Burlap
- gaan naar het huis, onderzoeken alles, schieten vreselijk lelijke bad guy neer. Mitch in hospitaal.
- vragen aan veldwachter of hij mensen kent. Nee.
- gaan naar Edwin, leggen alles uit.

Maandag 13 januari 1927

- 9.00u: vertrekken naar zee op plezierjacht van Edwin. Plots zwarte vlek op water. Begint te bubbelen, tentakel pakt boot vast, kapitein springt in water, wordt opgefret. Sanity. Boeg wordt naar beneden getrokken.
- Nicholas roept Hunting Horror op -> gevecht tussen squid en HH
- laten reddingsboot neer op rug Shoggoth, die gaat onder met HH en boot
- ontsnappen

- “Nick” staat aan bed van Mitch: aanval maggotwezen. Klopt het uiteen, maden overal

- gaan naar Edwin. Jonathan slaat erop, E verandert in migo. Exit migo.

- doorzoeken het huis, vinden briefje:

Y’tthkapg-Nyarlathotep,

Your words are true. We seek the destruction of those who kept the R’Lyeh Diske from us, and who may have discovered the Arc of Vlactos. Their deaths are foreordained by the Old Ones of space and time. Praise Shub-Niggurath!
We, the instruments of the Old Ones, must act for the Old Ones one more time. Your plan, to befriend and then to slay our enemies, is good. You are the strongest of our group to remain in America, now that most of us must set sail to participate in His Rising. With the Watchers of the island, we mark the approaching days of Our Lord’s release, and we have amassed enough power and wizards to insure the fruition of our Great Lord’s desires. Only guard us from our enemies, who yet resist our will. We can take no chances. At HIs Vault, any soldiery will aid them, not us. Many of us are yet vulnerable to bullets and steel. Do as we have designed.

Cthulhu Fhtagn!

Carl Stanford

Juij! Do the fishdance! (slapperdeslap)

Nieuwe personages:
- Andy: Jeremy Bert, reporter

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- Pastoor kent Smith niet. Spookhuis wel. Geen ketters in het dorp
- boel -> non is beledigd, bolt het af (niet moeilijk: klein bolleke, korte pootjes)
- heren in gelagzaal. 3 oude vissers, ook nog jonge gast, reporter Jeremy Bert (29)

Dinsdag 12 november 1926

- 8 uur -> richting huis, bungalow op open plek in het bos. Ashton kijkt door venster: massieve houten blok als tafel, boomstronkjes als stoelen. Lampenkap = uitegrokken menselijke huid. Andere kamer = hoop menselijke beenderen. Geen stof. Ashton haalt alle deuren uit hengsels, gooit buiten.
- keuken: aanrecht ligt vol stukken menselijke resten, vers, om op te eten.
- Ashton trekt ijskastdeur open -> geweerschot, aan flarden, uit ijskast: wired. Oeps. Nick is weggelopen naar het dorp.
- houthok vol dierlijke botten
- andere kamer vol menselijke beenderen: tiep springt van onder stapel, met machete, hakt in. Non zit in keuken, laatste riten voor Ashton
- journalist schiet, geweer ontploft, oog kwijt.
- Tiger in stukken, non kan hem redden.
- wacko is niet Malcolm Smith
- Jonathan gaat door achterdeur, ziet stapels schedels, flipt, loopt weg, fluitende kogels naast hem, pistoolschoten.
- non steekt hoofd buiten, schot door hoofd, dood.
- tiep op dak, Jeremy kan hem afschieten. Steekt vest buiten, opnieuw schot, uit struiken. Vuurgevecht, Jeremy dood.
- Tiger blijft alleen achter -> dood.

- Jonathan & Nicholas: maand in inrichting om bij te komen.

Maandag 11 november 1926

- brief bij non:

Salk Harbour, Maine

Dear Sirs:
I have read of your exploits and wish intently to see you. I have some slight occult knowledge myself, and am aware of the dagner that you and your comrades may be in from the Silver Twilight: accept the enclosed train tickets to come and meet me immediately in Salk Harbour, Maine. I am wealthy, and I would be only too glad to help others to defend the world against the monstrous evil of the Elder Ones. I expect you shortly.

Sincerely,
Christopher Edwin

- Christopher Edwin = oudere man, rijk (visconserven).
- trekken naar Salk Harbour: 1000 man, vissersdorpje.  Herenhuis op heuvel.
- Edwin = oud en verrimpeld in rolstoel, geen butler, enkel meid.
- vertelt verhaal.

Christopher Edwin’s Statement

Fifty years ago, a man named Clarence Woodie lived north of town. He had a reputation for being an evil and vengeful man. He would kick dogs to death for snapping at him. He would poison a neighbour’s sheep if it stepped onto his land. He never married, but adopted three boys from the county orphanage. He raised them in his evil ways, and they were as wicked as he, I dare say.
When he suddenly died, the boys found a tin box stuffed with money under his bed. They claimed that they came upon it by accident. The townsfolk did not believe this story, and neither did the police, who arrested the lads on a charge of smothering their foster father for his money. All three were hanged – they were in their early twenties by then – and they were buried in unmarked graves. THen a strange thing happened. The person who bought the Woodie House was found dead with a rope burn about his throat, as if he had been hung! Only he was found lying in his bed, with no rope at hand.
Later on, several other people, including two tramps, also died in that house, their throats mysteriously marked by rope as though from a hangman’s knot. I think, and I feel you may agree with me, that the damned spirits of Woodie’s boys lingered about that house, murdering whoever stayed there too long.
Finally, no one would enter that house, and it fell into disrepair. Thus it remained for over forty years. But last year a person came to town who had once belonged to the Silver Twilight and he bought the land on which the old house stood. He did not sleep in the place, but villagers whispered that he performed strange acts there, and that he was trying to invoke or tame the haunts that lived there. His name was Malcolm Smith. In any case, before I fell sick, I spied on him trying to converse with the house’s ghosts. When I saw the wraiths themselves speak with him, I fainted dead away!
I contacted you because I’ve guessed what Mr. Smith was trying to do. He realized that the haunts had a powerful magical aura, and he was trying to tap it for some magical act. He was actually weakening the ghosts – not to destroy them, but to steal their energy to perform magic. Smith disappeared just before I fell ill. Even though weakened, the specters managed to destroy the man who was vampirizing them. When I listened to their conversation, this is what I heard:
“Ye fiends of night! Ye ghosts of the damned dead! Ye spirits of evil and sin! Come! Come! Come and yield up your criminal power to me! Free your weakening resolve from this place of your crimes, and release your energy! Reinforce me with the magic and power of your being! I must wax and you must wane! Strengthen me at your despair!”
That’s what Malcolm Smith chanted. Then, the faint ghost of  a man, its head lolling at one side as though the neck was cracked, appeared.
“Depart from us”, said the ghost. “Leave us be… cease tormenting our pains and anguish…leave us or let us feast upon your fear, as we have done to others… sacrifice yourself to our hunger or depart from our horror…”
At this point Malcolm suddenly turned away, the ghost gave a mournful wail, and I fainted. Would you please take up where I left off? The ghosts are weaker now; not even the villagers at their most superstitious now feel that they are active. They still may be able to harm you, so take care. If Malcolm Smith did indeed die in that haunted house, he may have left interesting manuscripts or incriminating data about the organisation he devoted his life to – the Silver Twilight.
I found out about his membership in the Silver Twilight when I saw Carl Stanford, who has been mentioned as an important principal in the Silver Twilight, speaking with him three weeks before Smith disappeared. I did not find out who Carl Stanford was until a month ago.
Help me! I am wealthy, and wish my last acts to be good ones – perhaps I can be instrumental in destroying the Silver Twilight and thus saving the world from the evil that will surely descend upon it if they triumph!

- Edwin lijkt oprecht. Weet over ST hetzelfde als wij.
- non  gaat praten met pastoor.
- Tiger leert ‘Enchant pipes’ (4W)