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[bruce]

By the time Sa emerged from the waters of Dark Point beach Lily had already packed up her car and left for home, she of course had no way of knowing how long Sam would be, he had to swim far, and then even further still underwater in order to get near the ship. Once he had removed his gear and stuffed it all into the small trucnk of his Vette Sam only kleft for home, that night he would call the Astoria historical soiecity and tell them about his discoverey. Over the next few days the small town was in a buzz about the discovery of the ill-fated Marion Rose, the entire town would pull together for the festival which would take place a few days after the anoucnment.

[bruce]

There was a loto f preperartio nthat needed to be done id they were going to raise the Marion Rose tomorrow, and so Sam had returned to his house, which stood jusr bwefore Coven Wood. The Lovecraft familiy residience was the only home biult around this area, in fact there was some controvesay way back when, it seems that the townsfolk didnt take it to well that they have constructed a house next the old woods, reputed to be haunted. Frankly the old storie of secrey sacrifice and the worship of ancient beings seems silly and outrages, the Locevraft family had never put much stock in superstition. Now back home Sam climbed the stairs to the second floor to check up on his grandfather, he would also tell him ablout the doscover and the plans to raise the Marion Rose in the morning. The upstairs floor was dark and cold, as it would often get, particuallrit in grandfathers room which faced the sea. The house was far enough away as to not suffer damaage from the harsh winds that often blew across Dark Point beach, expecitially in the winter season when the seas became rough. Walking down the long hallway to his grandfathers room still remeinedded him of when he was much younger, how it always felt as he was kind of adventurter joourning down a long passege to seek the wisdomn of the old man of the sea, which exactly how the young Sam would pretend whenever he viostited his grandfahers room to hear yet another tall tale of the seven seas. At 117 years oold granddad would spend much of his time at rest in his room, though he would always be the first famility member at the kitchen table for every meal. "Gramps, you up." Sam said as he opened the door to the old mans room. "Im awake Samual." Came the reply from old man Lovecraft who was sitting on ther edge of his bed, starring out the window towared the ocean. "Gramps, I found the Marion Rose, its jst off of Devil's reef." Sam's grandfather remained silent andunmoving. "We will try and raise it in the morning. Will be at the festival to celebrate its discovery?" At first Sam considered that his grandfather was simply not surprised or particuallrt interested in the discovery, as he hadnt said anything after being told of it. He coulsd have seen his granfdfathers face he would have noticed the look of utter fear in his eyes. "Mar....Marion Rose." The old man stuttered. "Yes, your ship granddad, you piloted it back in 1810. It struck somthing and sank by the reef." In a barely audible voice the old man whispered his reaction. "Struck......nothing." Sam sensed that his grandfather wasny much in the mood for conversation and so he excused himself. "Well gramps, I have to go back down stairs and make some phone calls." Sam turned to leave when his grandfather turned his head to face his back. "Samual. There are no doubt some verty interesting relics to be fouind aboard the Marion Rose, but promise me something." Sam turned to face tghe old man. "Yes sir." Old man Lovecraft stood by the side of his bed and then turned his body to the window, once more srtarring out at the sea. "In the cargo hold, behind a break in the hull wall there is somthing that I need you to retreive. Its a box, an iron box whixch is complatly sealed, perhaps its contents have survived the harsh waters. If it did, I needd tyou to remove whatever ias inside and see to its destruction."

[bruce]

Adrian was somewhere about, he spemt the majority of his day waking around the Piont, checking rooms for any repairs that might need taken care of. When the Point was full of visitors the lodge was fully staffed, but this was only the very beginning of the busy season and so it was severly understaffed, the staff which had already hired werent due for another four five days. The representative for the modelling agency had done thier ghomework welll, they had booked the Pooint for this very reason, less residants meant less interferaince from the public, this was particaulu important due to the fact that a few of the models were fairly well known in the industry, and so there was a slight possibility of interference by some obsessed fan. At this time there was but a handful of employeees at the Point, several maids, a young bellhop by the name of Pete Sandovel, and the head repairman Rallph Bermont. Each member of the staff had their own room in the very back right corner of the lodge, these rooms were the least reserved by visitors as the back section of the Point faced the old woods.

[bruce]

Are you like me?

Do you have have RPG's that are waiting for someone to post, so you can post, rather then sitting with your thumb up you @#$. Are you ithing to post in an RPG, but you cant becuase a member (who must post in order to continue the plot) has told you that they cant post untill next week. Are you a member of an RPG that you have joined and bnot created yourself and now you find that your waiting for that other guy to post becfore you can, Do you already have an RPG going but has started to slow down, and now you are totally joneings to post, but you cant because.....well.....it has slowed down.

My idea...

If only there was a special RPG that has been set up, where you can go and post when things are slow or simply dead. It would be a simple RPG with no stress, or time limitation that says you must post by this appointed time, or that time. It would be an RPG that is active, even though your RPG is not.

It would be...

This RPG would be a simple one, you woulntd even have to create an entire character sheet, if you didnt want to. You could just create a "name only" character and then work out the rest during RP. The idea would be to create an RPG that asks very little of its RP'ers, save only that you post, and well lets face it....what else do you have to do your RPG is either dead, slow, or frozen.

But what...

What kind of RPG would best suit this concept, assuming your interested....?

[bruce]

Sam's calls had been to confirm the rentals of the bargeses and floating cranes which would be neded to lift the Marion Rose from the depts of Columbian ocean, after the long conversations with the local salvage yard Sam retired to his room for the rest of the night. There ghe would lay upon his bed unable to sleep, missing dinner Sam finally fell into a deep sleep. The heavily eqiuped floating platforms had sailed into position by 5 O'clock that morning, upon arrivng on the reef Sam would take charge of the effort to raise the vessel. Sam had several divers at his dispsal that day, these men would be the ones to make the connection between the sunken ship and the awaiting barges floating upon the waters surface. The cables were conected to the Marion Rose in the bow and stern, threaded through the large potions of the ship that had been ripped away from the frame. These divers had more sophisticated epiqpment then Sam when he had first ventured into the ocea to find the vessel, as a result they were able to go right up to the vessel. If Sam could have achived this he would have noticed the rather piccular patern of damage, his oppertunity to see this damage would come soon.

[bruce]

The bridge which spans the precipise was a complwtly different matter, its manintainance was far less impressive, unfortunaly the owners of the lodge had no influecne over the town councxil, and it was they who were in charge of maintianing the bridge. If any repairs were needed they countty was respocnible for contracting for its repair, which for the last five seasons has been a low priority for them. Andrian Esitty had pleaded with the council ever since that time, to give the bridge some attension, but his pleas were largly ignored, you see the county had its own plans for the land upon which the lodge now sits. The bridg had been constructed for thier purposes, but then the origianl developers of Dark Entry logde bought the lands from under the councils noses. Ever since that time relations between the Point and the county have become strained, the lack of general upkeep for the bridge was the u;ltimate result of this conflict. The modeling agency had been prudant in chossing this time of the year, a time in wghich the Point is relativly empy, on the other hnad it had been a particually rough winter with much flooding and a few small scale landslides. One of these incidences had caused some damage to bridges understructure, which had gone unnoticed at the time, the council never sent out a servayer to asses the extent of the damage.

[bruce]

Even the excitewemt of this most unusual event had tio give way to the rules of physics, the cranes were already rasing the Marion Rose, but due to the condition of the vessel they had to do thier job slowly, as to prevent serious damage to the ship. This meant that the process would be painstakingly slow, the event had lost dozens of Astoria citizens after the firs half hour of waiting for the ship to break water. After an intolerablely long wait the Marion Rose was getting close to breaking the surface of the water, by inches it rose untill finally it broke the waters surrounding Devil's Reef. The crowd exploded into cheers and claps as the ship was raised out of Clayoquot sound and into the bright light of day, the vessle had been freed from its icy prison, and although it would take several more hours the Marion Rose would ultinamtly wind up safely secured on one of the barges. The process was a tricky one, exactness was reqiured in lowing and postiioning the ship so that it was securedly loaded. Immese thick strap used to ship cargo and industrial-sized eqiupment across seas were utilized, normally these straps were used to insure that the cargo was secure, but with the Maerion Rose they are being used to insure that the ship remained in one piece.

[bruce]

All the hoopla of the event slowly faded as more and more of the onlookers ledft Dark Pooint beach, the step of loading the Marion Rose on the flagbed truch somehow seemed far less impressive then an immsesne 18th century ship being raised from a watery grave. Sam had taken the second barge back to shore and was now stansding on the beach, he was determined to see the Marion Rose go through every stage of itss rescue. It was gone midnight when Sam finshed the task of salvaging the old veesel, it was successfully loaded onto the flatbeg and hauled away. The Marion Rose would ultimatly be placed in a speciea; werehouse which had constructed specificly for the ship, there it would remain untill the Historical Socirety completed the biulding which would house the craft. That next day Sam went to the stockyard, he had been asked to do the intitial seach of the vessel, with any luck he would turn up something of interest. Sam's only asgendas that day was to search the ship for the iron box that his gransdfarther mentioned to him the other night. It wasc on the last level of the ship where Sam had discovered the iron box, ity had been placed exactly where his grandfather had siad it would be. Reachin into the hull wall Sam's fingers came into contact with something cold, abrasive and solid. Sam mamnage to slip another arm through the small opening and grabbed to get a better hold on the rusty object. Pulling the box from the dark hold Sam studied for a few seconds before making his way out of the ship through one of the many holes in the ships hull. Sam studied the box further as he walked toward the exit, stopping at the door before opening it he turned to take one final look at the ship which he had been searching for for the past 12 yeartrs. It was then that Sam noticed the odd pattern to the major point of damagae, which consisted of a circler hole with five long gashes, one of which seemed to have cause more injury then the other four. A strange thought briefly crossed Sam's mind as he look at the damege, he knew that it seemed proposterous but it looked as if something had grabed the Marion Rose and pulled it down into the water. Sam dismissed it a possible influence of the stories that his grandfather had told him about the "Menace of Clayoquot sound."

[bruce]

Thwe rest of Sam's day was pretty busy and so he didnt getv a chance to examnine the rusted iron box, he had set it down on the living room table, there it would remain for rthe rest of the night. The mysterious contents within the box would have to wait to be discovered. Within minutes after Sam had fallen asleep he began to dream, strangly enough it was unlike anyhing he had dreamed before, it seemed strange that a man such as Sam Lovecraft wouldnt be dreaming of saikling the high seas, and yet this was the first time that he had. In the dream Sam was the captain of a large 18th century warship, an iron clad, as they were called. Even though he was standing on the top most deck of the vessel he had no way of knowing what the name of the ship was, for some reason he had no dreamt up this part, for surely this couldnt be anything but a dream. Standing beside Sam, who in the dream was actually named Nevel, at least according to the first mate whio had addressed him as such. As Sam stood there he suddenly got the feeling of someone standing to his left, apparently his dream had started prior to his concversation with this person, who was now standin beside him wating fior a reply. Tuirning to face the indivigual Sam was asurtprised to find a young womaen standing there, she wasnt dressed apprioptietely for the dream-situation, she was wearing civilian cloths, plainly 18th century garb.

[bruce]

Albert Cossack's health was deteriorating fast, the cancer had spread throughout his entire body, it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to the disease. Okiku was asked to increase the time that she spent with the dying American businessman, she had been hired as a part time nurse by the Cossack family, but the cancer accelerating so quickly Okiku was asked to come and live at the house to take care of Albert as a full time nurse. Tomonosuke had made several bad investments and had run into some financial problems, Albert had become aware of his partners situation a year before he learned of his cancer. Albert had supported Tomonosuke in the beginning, he had even promised his partner that he would bail him out of his financial responsibilities. Unfortunately this wasn't enough, Tomonosuke desires were much larger and he had a plan that would assure him of far greater wealth, this however would mean certain death for Albert Cossack. Tomonosuke would use Okiku to do his dirty work and for this he promised to help Okiku and her new husband out of their own financial problems. She had initially declined to take part in Tomonosuke's plan, but over the months while her and Taketsune's savings dwindled she reconsidered the offer. She had first rationalized the murder as some sort of mercy killing, an opportunity to relieve Albert Cossack of the constant agony that he was going through. Then on the night of January 23rd 1982 Tomonosuke and Okiku put their plan into action, Okiku would be the one to carry out the actual murder, she had the knowledge which would make the death of Albert Cossack seem like a legitimate example of death by natural causes. It was only at the most crucial point of the plan that Okiku was loose her nerve and back out of the arrangement, for Tomonosuke this was not an option. Tomonosuke was smart enough to stay far from the Cossack residence on the 23rd, he wouldn't learn of Okiku's betrayal until a few days later when he came to call on Albert.

[bruce]

Sam's nighttime visions were fleeting, no sooner had he begun to dream the sights and sounds of the dreary nightmare faded away until Sam was awoken by the rays of the morning sun. His first thought upon awaking was of the rusty iron box sitting on the living room table. Sam went straight for the box the second he was out of bed, bursting into the large, tastefully decorated room Sam discovered that the box was gone, caught by surprise he turned toward the stairs-Granddad! Within seconds Sam was at the door to his grandfathers room, knocking on the heavy oak the barrier was opened by the impact of his knuckles, creaking open wide enough for him to gain access Sam walked in. There he found the iron box sitting on a small table in front of his grandfathers bow, it was open and its contents were in his grandfathers hands. Old man Lovecraft was standing within the bright morning light which was shinning through his bedroom window, in his hands was what appeared to be an old film reel, he had it partially unwounded and was examine the film using the sunlight to illuminate the frames of film and enable the old man to see what had been captured there.

[bruce]

The weather outside was turning bad as the once majestic white clouds were overtaken by ever increasing gray and black coverage, these storm clouds quickly started to bring forth the raising that would dominate the remainder of the day and going on into the night and beyond till morning. Many people had journeyed into Dark Entry forest in search of elusive ghosts and various other supernatural beings which were rumored to haunt the dark eerie woodlands. Tales such as these had been told by the townsfolk of Dark Entry for decades, though in recent years the number of explorers has increased and now with the coming of another local legend these accounts were bound to rise even further. There was on thing common to all of these accounts, a trend of facts which will no doubt continue now that the Harvestman myth has been relocated and adopted into local legend.

[bruce]

"Phle'g-thon!"

The prnoucnation of this one wod immeditly cuaght Sam's interest, it sounded familir to him, though he couldnt quite place where he had heard it before. Clearly as muchSam's grandfather had something very important to tell him, the intensity and inflection of the mysterious word as it was spoken by old man Lovecraft had told Sam as much. Stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him Sam stood still and waited for his grandfarther to continue. "Phle'g-thon is the god of change and transformation. It was supposed to have changed the world into what it is today, though not without opposition to the changes. The giant animal people, such as Spider, Ant, Fox, and Beaver, were the most vocal against Phle'g-thon's changes, and so it changed them into the normal animals we have today. Phle'g-thon was also said to have created the first people, made from dirt and an unknown ancient species of plant. The god was worshipped by the Nuu-chah-nulth, the Indigenous peoples of the pacific northwest coast of Canada. It was thier believe and thier retelling of its tale which fed and maintained the god, when the Nuu-chah-nulth was gone the god was believed tgo have died, as oits very existence depended upon thier believe in it." The retelling of the creatures history had tasken its toll on old man Lovecraft, placing the film on the nightstand he walked over to his bed and laid down, completly exhusted. Sam too a few steps toward the stand and picked up the film, then as he turned to exit the room his grandfather grabbed his right wrist. "There is more....the part.....I played." Sam's grandfather was unabler to get the words out, passing out before he could form a complete sentence. Sam took the reel of film with him, but before he walked out of the door Sam reached into the rusty iron box and removed the old camera, taking this swecond itemn with him Sam finally left the room. Some time later Sam could be seen sitting on the sand of Dark Point beach with the same film reel in his hands.

[bruce]

From the corner of his eye Sam saw a pair of small feet with red painted rtoenails stepp up beside him. Looking up and to his left Sam discovered the young Lily Roman looking down at him, her question had pulled him from the consentartation which he had lavished on examining the reel of film. "Yeah, everything is fine Lily, thanks for asking. Let me ask you something." Sam handed Lily several frames of film to examine herself, what had been captured on the film was pretty blurry, but it seemed to show something strange on the bottom of the sea-bed. Sam thought that it was simply a trick of shadow acting in connection with several important factors; of which included the age of the film, and the conditions in which the film was shot; in this case deep in the ocean. Frankly, Sam couldnt figure out how the film could have been taken under water in the first place, the camera used to make these shots was the BIOKAM 17.5mm intriduced in 1800, and the first multi-frame camera (8 frames per turn of the crank). Sam cetainly had his own notions as to what the film had shown him, or at least what it seems to be ashowing. To Sam's rationalistic mind it looked like nothing more then a hold covered up by somthing round, which appeared to be some kind of metal covering. On the other hand it was proablaly just an illusion of reflection, position and perhaps one of those deep sea jellty fish that glow bright colors. Thats all it could really be right? One of those things hiding beneath a rock foramation which only appeared to be a round metalic disk covering an illuminated hole in the bottom of the ocean. Sam held off any further judnments untill he heard Lily's thoughts on the matter.

[bruce]

Sam had heard Lily's question though he did not see her turn to face him as she said it, he had his head bowed down as he starrwed at the sand before him. Staying in this position with his legs crossed beneath him on his knees, he replied. "To tell you the truth Lil, Im not sure what the hell that could be. Although I think a swea monster is problenly not a good description, of course my granddad woulsd sware otherwise." Sam finally turned his heacd to look at Lily. "I was thinking of splicing the film together and exhibitieing it at the museums grand opening, which I think wont be too far off. The Mayer is set on having a crew work day and night on the new biulding. What do you think."