--- UNEXPECTED TENTACLE SESSION 14a --- --- THE VEINED CRYPT --- --- (18.6.96) --- Saddened though we were at the loss of our friends, the Doc needed prompt medical attention so, after checking into a sleazy 'no questions asked' motel, he was carted off straight away to the hospital and immediately admitted. Jeremiah and Reverend Michael went to Boston library to do some research and to try and fathom where abouts the strange village is/was/will be. After mentally back-tracking our way and finally having the bright idea of checking the newspaper (now legible) that we picked up, we decided the village was in the local of Eanston - a port town on the eastern coast, a fairly prosperous but isolated area with one road leading to it across barren terrain. Visiting Arkham library, we decided to check out books about local churches - perhaps recognising the one we saw. We failed in that, but found lots of interesting history about Eanston church - built on the site of an older wooden affair during a diocesan upheaval around 1840. Reverend Michael checked out several interesting books, on the unusual architecture of Eanston church, to keep Dr. Jones occupied - Jeremiah went along to the 'Hawthorn Mythos Library' and suggested that the good doctor might enjoy a nice musty Latin text (Unfortunately the Doctor's Latin is shameful for someone of his standing) - leading Jeremiah to speculate that since the post of 'Prof. of Archaeology' is vacant, he might stand a chance of getting a nice cushy job. In Arkham library, Jeremiah also found an interesting satire about the people of Eanston - comparing the people of the town to fish - "No wonder they're so successful (at fishing) when they look just like the catch." Incidentally, we later noticed a certain bulging of the eyes and slight malformation of the skeleton amongst the town's folk that had obviously inspired the story. Asking around, Allerton apparently left Boston for a couple of days and Swanson was being missed by Tattler's ex-maid. After several days we finally reported him missing. Reverend Michael and Jeremiah decide to scout around the Eanston area, looking for a deserted village with a conspicuous limo parked across the road - little luck. A party discussion then took place; Jeremiah argued that John and William are almost certainly dead and the best way of avenging them is to stop Allerton. Reverend Michael thought that we had to try and retrieve the mask, preventing it from falling into Allerton's hands; Jeremiah pointed out that the ritual can't go ahead without the wand, so Allerton is still stuck and maybe the best course of action would be to find the cave paintings explaining the ritual. Somewhere in this discussion, a certain blasphemous winged horror was remembered - still on the lose somewhere. Is this creature keeping an eye on the characters for the Big Cheese? It was a hypothesis Jeremiah, and the rest of the party, weren't going to rule out. The consensus was that the mask was important, so after a good long rest we stocked up on weapons - two shotguns, 3 knives and a few crowbars and left for Eanston, trying again to find the dilapidated village. Walking round Eanston, we gazed upon the magnificent stone church, which prompted a memory in Jeremiah - the church in the village was wooden, where they had lost their friends (and limo) and so was the original church in Eanston (according to their research). Time travel was certainly not an implausible theory given recent experiences. Orientating himself via the main street, Jeremiah noticed that a large hotel stood where the 'bar' was in the village and the town's street plan was certainly familiar. A quick drink at the bar revealed a (now unused) trapdoor. After walking along the coast, no hidden entrances to the underground cave complex where found; so the party decided to do a spot of sight-seeing, this famous church being first on the inventory - a tall but oddly proportioned building in a mixture of styles, unusual for the period when it was constructed. Leaving the majority of our larger weapons in the car, we entered the building - awed by the beauty of the rock and how the light reflected from wall to wall from the high windows. The rock was unlike anything we'd seen before - greyish black with filigreed green veins which matched up perfectly from rock to rock. Searching revealed that the alter was apparently made out of the same wood as the bookmark. At Jeremiah's suggestion, we looked for the crypt - still part of the original wooden church. Disturbed by the local pastor, Doctor Jarvis Jones proceeded to impress him (and us) with our knowledge of the architecture and persuaded him to show us the crypt - "Not many books mention it, people rarely ("come back?" was the comment inserted) appreciate it. We were lead down a ridiculous amount of stairs, through heavy doors below the church. Every time our guide allowed us to go first and, suffering from acute paranoia failure, in we gladly went - crash, click - we were trapped in a corridor, a door at either end - the wood of the doors apparently far harder than anything encountered before. Nothing to do but press on. On opening the door, a massive chamber presented itself. It was a gigantic place, with the same floor plan as the upper storey, with massive fluted pillars, made of the same weird stone as the rest of the church, supporting the floor above. The floor was about 3 inches deep in water and after orientating ourselves, we realised that, with the church facing east, the bar might be located roughly to the north, and decided to try and find it. In the approximate direction of the bar, at one end of the church were two arched entrances. Upon reaching them, they were obviously quite close together - closer than the other entrances/exits also found in the church - a configuration which Jeremiah recognised as similar to those near the portal at the other side of that huge cavern where the fish-beings swam. This intuition turned out to be correct and we stood watching about eight fish-headed humanoids swim in the water. The portal was still too small to enter; we were about to turn around and try a different tunnel when a cry rang out - too high pitched to come from these deep throated blasphemies that swam before us. A gun-shot echoed around the caverns, and for some reason we waded towards it (which gives a good indication of our plummeting sanity totals). A figure ran towards us - William Hargreaves. A gargantuan monster stood in the water, fished headed with ragged wings standing 20' tall - two dead fish-beings lying nearby on the ground.
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