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The headmaster of a respected boarding school lies on his death bed. As master of "St. George's Sword" school he has taught the children of many influential families. He calls on the heads of several nation-states (former pupils) to come to him. Because of his popularity among the students many come or send an envoy to visit. He has a grave secret to tell them. :shock:

P.S. Despite the fact it starts the same way this is not the scenario
"the edge of darkness"

Touched by the dying of his old friend Alan Bstard dispatches Piers (his supernatural minister (he's watched both Ghostbusters films) to ask his firend and in vestigate.) When he arives he asks Mr. Crippin ( for that is his name) what is wrong.

Crippen is very ill. He lies in bed clutching a small box. When asked what is wrong he says cancer. When asked why he is clutching a box or why he asked for their help (he could of asked his family to visit) he does not answer and gets very aggressive. After sereval hours of talking by his bedside you get out of him that he is ashamed of what he has done but will not tell you what until some of the others arrive. As you talk out of the corner of your eye you notice a strange Arabian man looking in through the hospital window. When you turn to confront him. He walks off.

I leave the hospital for a smoke. I stand in the entrance of the hospital can I see him leave?

You spot the man getting into an black saloon car and being driven away. You noctice the number plate reads
S186 JAB

The men drive off in a hurry. You won't be able to catch up with them. You buy a cup of tea for Crippen and return to his ward.

The areoplane touches down and the Lord Protector himself acopanied by his secatary take a taxi to the hospital.

Its now snowing heavly despite the fact it only early Autumn (fall). The Taxi breaks down and you are forced to walk. As you walk you noctice a Arabian looking and a scandanavian looking man pulling up in a black saloon next to the National Bank of Greenland (NBG from now on). The two men are lumbering a roll of carpet that looks suspiciously heavy. In the mean time Crippen's condition gets worse. :cry:

I can't afford to wait encase Crippen dies. I'll send my secatary (she's ex-army you know) to investigate. She's helped me on many diplomatic missions so far and hasn't failed me yet. :?

Ozind drops all affairs of state and rushes to see what he can do for the man that did so much for him..

Its late and both of you decide to wait until the morning. You both stay at the royal chelsea hotel. The Lord Protector of Rentoria (just give me a name its easier) waits all night but his secatary never checks in. Both of you then make your way back to the hospital. On the way you see a crowd of people and police in an alley way. You can't see very well but to can certainly see whats going on. Your secretary is dead in the alley and the snow is red with blood. :cry:

I say we get some guns burst into the bank and get some questions answered! :evil: If the've killed my secatery then then I'm kill those gits!

Firstly I've only got a walther PPK side arm and only one clip of ammunition and they could have anything. The've already killed one of us, and secondly what are the police going to think of three armed men (or women) bursting into the bank! :idea: He's an Idea why not break into the city morgue so we can find out what killed her. Then we might have some idea of what we're up against.

I've cocked up a bit here. I've got to go so can we continue this tonight. (tonight being British time). Or you can role play by yourselves. If any new nation wants to join then just post somthing and you will get a reply later thanks a lot,

Hellberd.

I'll kick in the door with ya, I'M packen a Desert Eagle .50, and 2 m-4 (shorter version of the M-16).

Pop a couple of smoke grenades first...

I've got a mauser in my shoulder holster, they won't last long. :twisted: .
You smoke grenade the windows and I'll keep them busy at the front. While I'm keeping them distracted you sneak round the back and make'em surrender. It'll all be over in no time. If these guys no anything they'll soon come round to answering questions.

Well if you must get yourselves killed then I'll help you. I'll cut the phone and power lines at the end of the street. If my guess is right the cops will be too busy trying to figure out whats going on. If we get the two guys in the car and drive off really quickly then by the time they respond we'll be long gone.

OK if we're all sorted then we can go. Piers, you hot wire the car if you can, if not just keep watch. Ozind you go round the back. By the time your out, Piers should be back at the gettaway car. If we do this properly the cops need never know if not we may need to make a hasty retreat. If all goes well then in an hour or so we can hand these jokers to the police and maybe figure out whats going on. Ozind see if you can find the car keys it might make Piers' job easier. If you've got a problem with this then post another reply. Lets lock and load :evil:

I can't hot wire a car! You'll have to get the key. We have to wait for Hellberd to Roleplay this Bit any way. I still thing the whole Idea is nuts. Right I've cut the power and I'm Loading my gun. Its hidden in my waist coat pocket. I straighten my tie look casual and walk towards the bank. 8)

ooc:mind if i join in?

I pop 2 smokers in each window on the way to the back door..

pull out my m-4 in one hand and the desert eagle in the other, then put the boot to the back door...

Working my way to the front..

/ooc pc froze up would have done this sooner.

/ooc I have no prob. with ya jumping in to help kick some arse...

Oz

8) Walk into the bank to a back drop of distant squealing. The Girl at the front desk look a little shocked when I produced a Mauser Machine Pistol. I politly ask fo her open the back door into the bank and she agrees.
Moving inward the sound of gunfire and Karate noises gets louder. No sign of the two guys yet.
Further in the bank worker have rifles, very odd. Take out two behind a work station and smash a chair over hiding behind the door. Mental note: I wish I'd brought a trench coat.
These guy definatly aren't bank workers!

ooc: I'll wait until you finish the bank first, so i can join at a more approperiate time.

ooc: stops killing long enough to spot sign on the wall

Vault_Manager'soffice_accounts_CarPark_reception_canteen

Meanwhile piers guns down a goon with an assault rifle. and makes to the car. He breaks in but can't find a spare key then he hear a thumping from the back of the car :shock:

ooc: actaully its call of cthulu, and secondly i force all of you to make your first sanity save rolls :twisted:

Glupeyloo's envoy:After visiting Crippen he hears the other are staying on the Royal Chelsea Hotel. He walks to the Hotel. On the way there he seas Piers attacking a goon. Seeing the action he recoginisies Piers from last month's Alan Bstard embassy dinner. Running to see whats going on he runs to ask Piers.

. :tantrum: I'm sorry I just wanted to use them emoticon.

Ok if your into that then fine. From now on you have have say errr. 65 sanity points with a max of 65. Roll a die if you fail then you lose some. IF you lose them all you go Insane. To make things easier in this format I'm twisting the rules a bit. Rule a die. Thats how many points you lose when you do some mind damaging stuff. E.g. shooting someone, finding yourself trapped in the coffin. For really mind messing stuff I'll give the amount you lose.
You all have 12 health points. Don't bother with Magic points, lets just assume non of you have magic powers. Now always put your points at the bottom e.g.

SP65. HP12.

Fuestonius do you want to join?

Piers: I try to open the boot. Its locked so I shoot the lock off. I open the boot. Whats Inside?


SP.65 HP.12

You open the boot, a carpet covered man is struggling inside. He breaks free. The Man's chest is cover in blood and his mouth is sewn shut. His eyes are blood shot and his skin is scrunken. His finger tips are black and they lunge to clutch your neck. I believe your responce is Oh S****t

I shoot the guy in the head and chest, then try to close the boot lid. I guess this is one of those you go mad moments.



SP.65 HP.12 :roll:

You slam the lid cutting off his fingers. You scream for help and try to hold the lid shut. You lose err 10 SP which is more then 5 in a resonable space of time so you go Indefinatly insane (you'll be alright after a hour or so and a stiff drink) That is if the creature doen't make balloon animals out of you lower intestine. You start to gibber and fit, you cn't hold on for long!

Anita Drinko checks her watch, then makes her way into the hospital ward where Crippen lies dying. She puts out her cigarette after a dirty look from the floor nurse, then slips into Crippen's room. She is startled by the condition of her former mentor, and instinctively moves to the bed and takes his shriveled hand. He does not awaken, but she remains at his side, hoping that she will get the chance to speak to him again.

Glupeyloo's envoy looks over at piers and notices him acting rather odly, he throws his cigarette on the floor and walks over casually. What does piers do?

Finnaly kicks the back door in and strats spraying the room with his m-4 then says get down, asswipes....

*hears the others yell for help and makes his way toward them, butstroking anyone that gets near him...

Can I join in?

(Piers says yes) :P

I pull up in my blue mustang and walk slowly up to the bank...

So this is Boston Massechutis I say.
I check to make sure my pistol is still in my crisp jacket pocket.
A car shaking violently is in front of me, could be trouble.
I remember my SAS training and run up to the car, pulling out my Pistol...


I let loose a couple of rounds into a corpse in front of me and walk over to a jibbering guy on the floor.
I give him a sip of my Gin and Tonic and he revives, still jibering.

SP63 Hp12
:shock:

I can't log in as hellberd so I've created this nation just for you. :D

Piers is being beaten by an enraged corpse of a dead man he's too busy getting the tar kicked out of him to noctice what you do.

Ozind loses 4 sanity points for his violent massacre.

Anita Drinko meets Crippen in hospital. A bit annoyed that s know one has come to visit him. Sencing the end is near he begins to tell Anita every thing. Before becoming head master of St. George Sword school he was Proffessor at Oxford univercity (Polytechnik) of African tribal anthropology. During his travels he studdied many tribal and espically the Occult cultures. He wrote 5 volumes of the subject and since that day never read them. When he found out he had cancer he sold his books to help fund his treatment. After and incident in Wales (you don't want to know) 3 students died. He has sworn to find all of the books. HE has found 2 and he knows that one was sold in the local area to a Danish gentle man.

He begins to cough blood and nurse swamp the room. He is taken away. Half an hour later Prof. Robert Archibold Crippan dies. :cry:

My buzzer goes in my pocket.
It is my old commander from the SAS...
(anything rather than listen to this man jibber)
He wants me to assemble an elite squadron and investigate mysterious deaths in the Massechutis area....

I say no, but he says to keep him posted in case I change my mind (or have my mind changed for me...)
A mysterious slow walking character pulls themselves out of a sewage hole, and approaches my beautiful blue mustang...
Here we go again...
SP63 HP12

After coming round Piers thanks the man who saved his life. The corpse is dead again on the floor, lets go in and see if we can stop this maddness :x

Lets go!
I wipe my pistol and approach the bank entrance.
SP62 HP12

Ozind and Rentoria have subdewed any threat. THey are now ramsacking the bank. Little chris and Piers are preparing to enter. Before they do piers grabs chris' arm. the cops have arrived. Piers' electric trick must have worn off.
:tantrum: