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A solo game of Call of Cthulhu 6th ed using Mythic GME

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Mythic CoC 02 - It's moving!

At the boarding house, the door was opened by a stolid looking Portuguese woman, a miss Ferreira. While seemingly not thrilled to have a visitor, I noticed her looking more than once at the cat on my shoulder with a soft expression, obviously another feline lover. After our exchange she went to fetch Watson who was fortunately at home and promply returned with a young man. If Jenkins had found him harried, I thought he looked positively haunted. Mrs Ferreira brought us lemonade and retired to the kitchen with my cat in tow.
I quickly explained my business and Watson was positively relieved. At least there would be no problem with acquiring the scrolls, he was a more than willing seller. I also learned that he was a librarian too, working at the public library. He explained to me that he had been plagued by nightmares lately, barely able to sleep at all, and the scrolls seemed to be linked with it. I was naturally excited if a little skeptic of his statement and asked to see the scrolls, to which he readily assented. We got up and climbed the stairs to his rooms.   We were met by a strange sight, Watson's muttering about not remembering to have left the door opened our only advance notice that something was wrong. Inside we found another young man hugging the scroll box to his chest, seemingly in a daze. When challenged by Watson he turned on us and began to shout in a strange language - I caught something like "Ia Ia Nyarlathothep!" amidst the gibberish erupting from his lips - before rushing us. The two of us where easily able to immobilize him especially since in his frenzy of incoherent moves he helped us by knocking himself out by hitting the doorjamb with his head. He was recognized as Stephen Wilkes, a young artist who rented the room next to Charles'.
When he came too, we began to interrogate him. He was very cooperative. In fact he seemed to have suffered from nightmares and a strange compulsion to approriate the scrolls. I proposed to take charge of the scrolls, immediately paying Watson what he wanted for them and invited them to come to my flat later in the afternoon, once I had performed a preliminary inspection of the box's contents. Both readily agreed and after saving my cat from Mrs. Ferreira's attentions, went back home.   During the rest of the afternoon, I studied both the box and the scrolls but couldn't make real progress. While I ascertained its Egyptian origin, I couldn't place the material the box was made of, the only piece of information I could gather came from a hieroglyph I was able to recognize from an entry in one of my Occult books on Egypt : it identified the Dark Pharaoh Nephren-Ka. Beyond this I had nothing to go on. I would have to enlist the help of one of the university professors...




Mythic CoC - Random Beginnings

A totally random solo game of Call of Cthulhu (started as a Trail game before I switched systems) played with the Mythic Game Master Emulator. Although it is said that good things come to those who wait (maybe terrible things too!), obviously one can't stay at home and hope for threads to come with the mail...   It was a hot summer morning during the year 1922. I was sitting in the study of my flat in Charlotte, North Carolina, drinking coffee while solving a chess problem and listening to the radio. My little gray cat, a faithful companion who accompanies me everywhere - even to work at King’s College where I officiate as a librarian - lay sprawled on the tiled floor, already trying to evade the heat that my old electric fan did little to alleviate.      
I happened to glance at the clock and realized it was already ten o’clock. I teared myself away from the chessboard, turned the radio off and went to the front door to check for the mail. Nothing special, a piece of advertisement, a few bills… Back to the study I switched my attention to the newspaper which had been delivered at the same time. Nothing much of interest here either although I noticed an article by a friend of mine, John Masters.   On a whim I decided to pay a visit to Jenkins’ bookstore, I have a passion for the occult and he always makes sure to stock a few titles for me. Grabbing my hat and whistling to signal the cat to climb on my shoulder, I left the apartment block and boarded the tramway at the stop not fifty meters from my door. The air was stifling despite the early hour and I was glad to alight near my destination. I quickly entered the store, barely glancing at the books displayed behind the gilded windows.   Jenkins got up from behind the counter and came to greet me, earning a hiss from the cat on my shoulder. For whatever reason it never liked Jenkins. I enquired about new arrivals and was denied the joy of a prospective purchase. Here I was, with a few days off from work and nothing to alleviate my boredom…
That is when Jenkins mentioned the young man with a harried face who tried to sell him a box of scrolls which very well could have interested me. I looked very ancient but Jenkins had failed to recognize the language and did not dare purchase without any assurance he could make a profit out of it. Perhaps because of the lack of a better thing to do, my interest was piqued. It did take a few dollars to loosen his tongue, but in the end I left the store with a name and an address. The young man was named Charles Watson and roomed at a boarding house which I knew from my days as a student. I grabbed lunch at a nearby restaurant before heading there...



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