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Faced by their grizzly work, the agents realise they need to do some work to ensure their trail is covered. Agent Paul, being responsible for his death, is made responsible for dealing with Paul Winters’ body. Utilising the earlier purchased black plastic he securely wraps the corpse and drives it out into woodlands north of the city. There he selects and out of the way spot and buries it in a shallow grave, endeavouring to conceal it and his presence as much as possible. Meanwhile Agent Peter appraises
Helen paused while dragging yet another trunk to their new "decoy" room and plopped down onto its lid, wiping her face with an already damp handkerchief.
"Ellie, do you think JD packed every book he owned?" she asked the dilettante. Ellie glanced up.
"Actually, that case is mine," Ellie observed. "Mister can move it if you'd like." Helen looked down at the case and then over at the chauffeur who was looking intently out the window, shotgun in
Well this has been a rummer couple of days than I expected. As Mother has been reminding me for days, I had to pop into town to see some lawyers about that chap Quinn. Couldn’t imagine what the old boy had to do with me. I thought he might have been some species of relation, having the “Q“ and all that, though it seemed a trifle far-fetched; turns out to be dashed complicated and not half peculiar too. Anyhow, I know my obligations and Father’s spoken his mind on the subject, so I did
I actually rolled about eight characters in the month or so before the game started, but this one came up the night beforehand and was irresistable. For whatever reason my preferred option for chargen is to let the dice fall how they may and try to mould something fun out of them, so all these stats are as rolled (bar age).
CON 11 (10)
Something that's been a long time coming - Rondale and Johnson are just settling down for the evening, when an urgent telegram is delivered.
JOHNSON RONDALE DAGON CULT LOCATED LOUISIANA STOP JOIN ME N ORLEANS ASAP STOP WILL MEET YOU RSTA STOP L STOP
The next train they can catch leaves in a few hours - they have enough time to head around to pick up McGinty, but he isn't in.
GM: Al is there though - busily topping up McGinty's whiskey with urine.
Updated 13th February 2012 at 07:35 AM by Drhoz