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As the sky darkens, Mrs. Evans frowns quizzically at Des. "Retire? From what? I am what I am dear. I don't judge anybody - I just provide the gateway. Back in the day, people would come to my grove be judged. Through my power they weighed their own worthiness. Good folk were rejuvenated, wicked...

https://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/pbp/download/file.php?id=1228 "Perhaps someone else has been talking to them - filling their heads with talk of serpents." Ivy muses. "Between the two of you, as priests of this town you must know whom confides in who among your congregation."

While parents and children walk around you, unheeding and in slow-motion, Mrs. Evans studies each one of you in turn. "Ah, Raymond... no, you prefer Skipper don't you? No dear," she chuckles, "I'm not a vampire who sends people to Hell - merely a conduit for those who think themselves...

Sorry for my silence folks. Work is pretty draining at the moment. Please carry on without me for now

New post coming soon - bit busy at work currently.

He completely failed to resist Mrs. Evans’ compulsion, so was forced to go to the school crossing (and on to the new post). It’s a moot point actually, as Mrs. Evans spent a shedload of Luck to turn her POW roll into a 1 (Demi monde can do that), beating everyone’s score, success or not. Not railroa...

'BRRRRRRRRRING!' You march along the rain-slicked pavement to the ringing of the school bell. You see pupils piling out of their classrooms, happy that their lessons are finished for the day. Some are picked up in cars, while those walking home wait patiently at the school crossing. Standing among t...

For a brief moment, Jordan's bedside mnanner causes the thief to falter. "M-my name's Steve Lewis. I my boss sent me to the house boss to find some paperwork that'd get him into trouble, but I couldn't find anything, so I thought I'd help myself to a nice telly instead," he intones. "...

A quick 'shuftie' around the house fails to uncover any compatriots of the scowling thief, who, after a little resistance, allows himself to be led out of the house. Feeling the neighbours' eyes boring into you from behind twitching curtains, you lead the man out of the cul-de-sac, towards Grove Str...

Handcuffed and hauled to his feet, the miscreant glares daggers at you all, but remains resolutely tight-lipped I think a hard Social test is required to get him to open up. While you gather in Short's hallway, you receive a call from DS Singh. "Okay, everyone's heading back. The accident wasn'...

Leo's Impello spell is precise and well-judged, forcing the back door open without causing serious damage. With the door open, you hear the voices of you fellow investigators, followed by a miserable-sounding response, namely... "I ain't saying anything until I've got legal representation,"...

Inside the house... [22] = 22 INT 40 1d100: [ 22 ] = 22 While the miscreant doesn't seem the bookish type, it appears he has enough brains to know when to stay down. "W-what?" he groans, wincing as he props himself up on his elbows. "I-I ain't done nothing. Jus- just... I ain't talkin...

[83] = 83 STR 70 1d100: [ 83 ] = 83 Izzy, you cast the spell just in time! The man leaps towards you, obviously intending to use the TV as a makeshift battering ram. However, your magic tangles around his feet before he is able to act. The look on his face is, honestly, comical as he topples forwar...

Reading the man’s body language - the way his muscles are tensing - it’s clear he’s about to do something rash. You have seconds before he acts!

At the rear... You recall that, after your first visit to Short's house, Izzy had the key to the property. To gain entry, you'll either have to break in or join the others around the front. At the front... Izzy - walking into the lounge, which is as ransacked as the hallway. Standing in the middle o...

By no means a prude, Ivy nonetheless keeps her distance from the conversation, lest she embarrass Father Daigle. Instead, she cracks open the vestry door and peeks back out to Father Ortega, to see what he's up to.

At the back... No discernible vestigia can be detected, however a peek through the bifold doors shows that the kitchen-diner area is in disarray. Utensils and crockery lie scattered across the floor and chairs are tipped over. At the front... The hallway is empty, but messy - considerably so since y...