Melissa took the reins as GM for the first time and used the Trail of Cthulhu rules to run an Agatha Christie style mystery. Stability was replaced with sensibility – act out of character for a proper English person and risk losing sensibility! At any rate, a young woman has been murdered at Brighton Lodge and all of the guests are confined to the resort until the police can finish their investigation. A group of curious guests band together to find the real killer, because the arrested suspect is clearly not the real murderer. Can you figure out who the culprit is?
The team bypasses Cairo altogether to head straight for the source! Many clues point to Kenya as the possible epicenter of the conspiracy. The Carlyle Expedition did disappear there, after all. Before the investigators can pick up the trail in Nairobi, they must first pass through the port city of Mombasa. The cults of the Crawling Chaos are now on the lookout for them, so travel will be more difficult. What strategy will they use to defeat the cultists? What other dangers lie in wait for them? Find out as the Kenya chapter begins!
The investigators decide to leave London for a spell and investigate a lead in the English countryside. Jackson Elias looked into strange deaths on the moors. The authorities believe the deaths to be simple animal killings, but no mere animal could inflict this kind of carnage. The Vane family, a minor aristocratic clan that lives in a castle, may somehow be connected to the case. You know what they say about exploring the moors at night, but what investigator can stay away?
The investigators have learned quite a bit about the cultists in London, but the cultists have learned about the investigators as well. Now the team must figure out a way to fight back without being overwhelmed by the sheer number of fanatical assassins and sorcerers pitted against them. Enlisting friends as allies in the investigation entails its own risks and one can only defy luck for so long. Mystical artifacts, cunning plans, and a deadly battle in the streets of London are only a prelude for the battles to come!
This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa, where black stars hang in the heavens, where the shadows of men’s thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the Lake of Hali, and my mind will bear forever the memory of the Pallid Mask. I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with this beautiful, stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth — a world which now trembles before the King in Yellow.
(The adaptation of the story into RPG format is available from Pelgrane Press)