The Masks of Nyarlathotep:
A field report by Capt
Sandy Wood
The
Scrolls of Nitiqreti
Zwaiter, Syed, Fatima,
Adam and I went to the Sphinx in the morning.
The whole Sphinx
is weakly infused with magic. There was a major source of magic some distance
between our feet. The Dream Stele is very magical, with a number of the
hieroglyphs especially magical. I showed
His
Majesty, the king eternal who makes the Wind of Set, at the time of sleep
speaks, saying “Look at me. See me, Father. I shall give you the Eye of The Lord-of-all. My limbs (are) dismembered. Run to me. I desire you. Come forth and I shall be you.”
We believe the “Wind
of Set” is what we have previously heard of as the “Black Wind”. It seems
likely that the reported speech in the text is a spell's incantation.
There is a report
of an over-night attack on the Ibn Tulan mosque. We heard that the clerics we had woken with
had been injured in the attack. Zwaiter, Syed, Adam and myself went to the
hospital to try to speak with them. The charge nurse would not let us all in. Zwaiter went in to talk to the casualties alone.
After a few
minutes, the older, less sympathetic and less injured cleric, Abdul Selim came out and talked with all of us. In addition to
the tourist police, the mosque had guards of their own.
There was an attack by armed men. They were killed or driven off, but they were
merely a diversion.
The real assault
was by a “ghost of the desert” which escaped with the Girdle
of Nitiqreti, the Sword of Allah and the
said sword's wielder, Kharis, Abdul's grandson.
Alex
wanted to take four days making a “Cross of Bast”“.
It is a permanently enchanted item that should help in casting out creatures
for other dimensions.
The rest of us
spent four days in small arms training. It is never ideal to be arming
amateurs, but it is so much less dangerous if they have some really recent
weapons training.
Alex has also
been in contact with an American organisation that the MI13 redundancies may be
work with. As I will be returning to the regiment, the less I know about that
the better.
Night
of
We
all armed ourselves and set off for the Sphinx. We timed our arrival to be just
after the departure of the last of the evening light-show's crew.
It took a few
attempts, but
We found ourselves
at the end of corridor with the portal, a glowing rectangle, in the wall behind
us. Once the others were through, Syed and myself set off for a preliminary recce,
leaving the others at the portal.
The passage was
reasonably but not completely straight. It had sufficient curves to prevent
seeing a long distance down it. After a few hundred metres we came to a cross
roads. There were a narrower passages on each side. At
this point I decided that it was unwise for just the two of us to proceed
alone. We risked something getting between us and the rest of the party from
these side passages. I guarded the junction and sent Syed
back to fetch the rest of the party.
The portal had
stopped glowing shortly after we left. Presumably the spell only opens it for a
limited duration. We were concerned about the risk of an accident to
We decided to
continue on the main passageway after a cursory investigation of the side
passages. I took point with Syed as rear-guard. We
soon came to another junction with the main passage going to the right with a
narrow passage going straight on. Again we took the wide passage.
Then around one
corner I was surprised by a creature like a small man with a head the shape of
a hawk's, but of a size to match its body. It pecked my chest but my body
armour prevented any real damage. I got one shot from my automatic off before
it crashed into me, knocking me over. I couldn't safely use the pistol but,
with help from Black Cat, we soon had it knocked out. All it was wearing was a
loin cloth, just a rag. It was bleeding from its head and was probably dead
shortly afterwards.
The next junction
was an asymmetric fork: one side full width, one side narrow. I heard what
sounded like some sort of voice down the narrow passage. I broke a light stick
and threw it down this passage but it did not reveal anything of interest.
There was another
fork and about ten yards beyond this the walls started to be plastered and
decorated with grotesque scenes of half-human/half-animal creatures engaged in
a variety of foul and sordid acts.
A little further
on we met four ghouls charging down the corridor
towards us. I stepped to the side to give Jamieson a clear field of fire and
opened fire myself. I managed to take down two of them and Jamieson took down
one, but the fourth ran right into me. There was a brief hand-to-claw struggle,
which was fairly even until Syed arrived. However the
ghoul managed to give me a nasty abdominal gash before it died.
I decided it was
time for Syed to take point. I replaced him as
rear-guard. We continued past various side-passages. I didn't take any
particular note, beyond that we seemed to still be on the main passage. (Keeping
a proper watch behind yourself and keeping up with the
group took my undivided attention.) At one point, I heard a fusillade from the
front.
We came to a
junction with a staircase going down to one side. Syed
took us up the stairs. I wasn't sure about this decision but as I would have
been in some doubt myself I decided it was best to trust his judgement.
The stair led up
to a vast hall the size of a sports stadium. The ceiling was about 30 metres
high and supported by strange pillars. They were geometric at the base, but
higher they were tree-like – even seeming to sway as though in the wind. At the
time I was certain that they were moving, but perhaps it was only some sort of
illusion. There was a pit and a downward stair near the centre of the hall. At
the far end there was a high walk-way. There were several of the
half-man-beasts in various places in the hall. As yet they were taking no
interest in us.
We noticed that
there were spots of ichor on the marble of the
stairs. Suspecting that this was from the wounded Dimensional Shambler, we decided to follow this trail. As entering the
hall would be likely to meet resistance that would make following the trail
hard, I decided that we should follow the trail in the other direction first.
As Syed has little experience of tracking I took the lead. The
trail of ichor took us back to the main corridor and
further along in the direction that we had been going. We passed a point where
the floor of the tunnel had collapsed and a stench rose from the pit, so foul
that a number of us (myself included) threw up.
Then the trail led
us down a narrow side passage. I found a black rose with extremely sharp
thorns, growing out of the wall. We passed a side passage which I ignored as
the trail continued straight on.
Then a
Dimensional Shambler appeared coming
the other way down the passage. It had a sword still embedded in its flank. I
gave it a long burst of fully automatic fire from the SA80. I also heard Alex
starting a spell. The Shambler disintegrated leaving
nothing but a pool of ichor and the sword.
I retrieved the
sword. Before we set out again it was clear that Alex had completely lost it. He
was quiet for the moment but in no state to be armed so I relieved him of his
gun, which I gave to John Zwaiter.
We continued down
a passage that was in an unstable state. Zwaiter was
hit by a rock fall from the ceiling, but escaped serious injury. Finally we
came to a corridor of dressed stone with a line of locked doors. The ichor trail led to the first.
I cast Open The Way on the door. As I was doing so a cultist gaoler
turned up. Jamieson shot off his foot and then Alex beat him to death. (Very
good thing I had taken the gun off him.)
In the cell that
I had opened I found Kharis, the grandson of Abdul. The
jailer had keys with which we opened all the cells, in which we found a further
11 captives. Abdul was insistent that we should leave no-one behind alive and
asked for the sword to kill them with. However Jamieson actually did the deed. I
took no part in this, either you encourage or prevent. I had no reason to doubt
the necessity but I have serious qualms about killing the hopeless.
I asked Kharis to ensure the stronger of the released prisoners
helped the weaker so that we were free to defend the party when necessary. Alex
was convinced that he understood the geography of this place. We accepted his
intuition at least for the moment, and he led us off in the direction that the
jailer had come from.
As we went, we
felt a breeze that was encouraging, suggesting an opening to the outside. We
also heard voices, but did not encounter anyone or anything. Then we found a
pit that more or less blocked the passage. Our original party could have
climbed round it, but it was clearly beyond the capabilities of our walking
wounded. We weren't going to abandon them so readily so we turned back, in
search of a different way out.
We soon found
ourselves walking down a ramp that we had definitely not encountered before. I
was certain that we had been precisely retracing our steps. This seemed proof
of something that I had suspected for sometime. The geography of the place was
not fixed; it could change. This being the case, there was a real chance that
the pit that had turned as back would not still be there. Accordingly we turned
round again.
The pit had
indeed disappeared. We encountered two ghouls, but they were as surprised as
us. They hesitated and I shot them both dead. Finally we came to a large
chamber with several of the man/beast creatures. They tried to attack us, but
being much better armed we soon had dropped them all.
From the chamber,
there was a steep ramp to the outside. It wasn't easy to climb, but we all
managed to get up. Some of our walking wounded needed to be more or less
dragged up with ropes. Nevertheless we all got out safely.
We
called Abdul. The news that we had his grandson and the Sword of Allah
was enough to get him to come immediately. He was clearly conflicted. He still
considers us to be “soulless”, but had to accept we had done him great service
and was grateful. More significantly he took all of the rescued prisoners off
our hands.
It
is the parting of the ways. There is a message at the embassy that the party
has been recalled. I haven't actually got orders to that effect yet. It is
entirely possible that the M.O.D. won't get around to it for sometime. However
that is academic. With the party disbanding, my orders to “protect and assist”
expire.
The others head off
(mostly to
They are
initially uncertain how to treat me. The others (or most of them at least) are persona
non grata now. Nevertheless I am a serving army
officer who has been following written orders. They inspect the orders, check
with my regiment and decide I am okay, but they get me on the very next flight
that they can.
Writing my report
is going to be a bit tricky, but with MI13 it always is. The difficult bit is
making it plausible. You need to steer between the Scylla of implausible lies
and the Charybdis of implausible truth.
Offical Report
Date:
Assignment:
Protect and assign investigation in
I was ordered to
join a mission under diplomatic cover to
The party from
the
The initial
incident requiring attention was the theft of a complete sarcophagus with the
nested coffins, corpse and funerary paraphernalia of an ancient Egyptian
(female) pharaoh (altogether weighing several tons). The tomb containing this
had recently been discovered by a British expedition lead by Dr. Henry Clive. The
most obvious suspect was a Dutch-American archaeology student by the name of
Jan van Heuvelen. The expedition
were also concerned with two terrorist attacks on the Ibn-Tulun mosque, a number of particular sadistic murders
and the kidnapping & illegal imprisonment of at least eight locals.
The expedition
succeeded in tracking down van Heuvelen who was
delivered to the United States Embassy. My understanding is that he was
discreetly repatriated to the
We subsequently effected the release of eight kipnap
victims (all Egyptian nationals). There was no opportunity to consult the local
police force, prior to this action. It was no com This
was achieved without the loss or serious injury of any members of the mission,
and, to the best of my knowledge, without any repercussions that have any
likelihood causing any embarrassment to
Captain A. C. Wood.