Chapter 1- Bolivia

[Mr. Handy]

Harry recoils in horror, raising his flare gun to fire at the creature.

Sanity roll (current level 47) for seeing the creature:
d%
Sanity loss:
1d10

[aine]

“What’s going on down there? I can’t see!” Jan exclaims, itching to get her elephant gun but instead holding steady with the reflected light.
Whatever it is it sounds ghastly.

[SunlessNick]

June can't make out the creature again from this distance - perhaps she isn't really trying very hard - though she knows what the others are seeing. She tries to angle the reflected light between the men and the fire, so that if the creature tries to escape the flames it will go backward rather than toward them.

[kabukiman]

Butch, you see your death in front of you. It is something not from this world, it doesn't have a consistent form, just a black mass moving. Like a mechanical device you throw the gasoline and see it screaming of pain and running in flames for a while... and then stop and bubble up.


Everyone hear several screams of pain, and then the silence.

OOC; Butch roll sanity. If you fail, loose 1d10, if you pass, loose 1 pt.

[Mr. Handy]

Harry shines his flashlight in the direction of the screams.

[Snapper]

Crowley:

"Well, I don't want to appear heartless, but that sounded rather promising."

[aine]

“I just hope that wasn’t Butch screaming.” Jan mutters to June.
“Hey, Butch you still alive?” She calls.

[Mephistophilis]

Pausing his chanting, Alex peers over the edge again, 'You alright old man?'

[Snapper]

Crowley:

"Come on, let's go see what's happened. Is it dead or still waiting for us?" Crowley starts heading down the stairs carefully (but not so as to cause anyone else to fall).

[SunlessNick]

June doesnt answer Jan, or move to follow anyone going down the shaft (though she won't resist if someone tries to steer her).

[Starspawn338]

Sanity 64
1d100

Butch breathes a sigh of relief as his battlefield instincts kicked in and saved him from whatever the hell that was. He vaguely hears others shouting down to him and realizes that they are probably wondering if that was him screaming and dying in a ball of fire.

"I'm fine. A little shaken up but I think we got the guardian... whatever it was, it didn't appear to be from our plane of existence."

[aine]

With relief, Jan drops the metal and turns to June.
“Are you okay, June?” She asks, wondering why she is so quiet.

[Mr. Handy]

"Nicely done," says Harry. "Let's keep going."

[kabukiman]

You all feel a intense smell of gasoline... and near the burned pool of oze, something else that you cannot identify, only that it is repulsive, like some rotten flesh. You continue the descent, without any problems now. The stairs go down, down, and down in a circle. Finally you arrive at the bottom.
There are murals that have been carved in the walls. You can still see some pigments, meaning that they used to be painted, but you can still undestand what it has been carved. It all seems very old, but it is impossible to know how much.
There are also several objects that you cannot seem to identify, made in simple metal: copper, gold and rusted iron.

OOC: Everyone make an int roll.

[aine]

“I wonder if I haven’t seen similar to these before.” Says Jan, picking up one of the copper objects.

Int 75, roll:7

[Mephistophilis]

Rushing down the steps after the others Alex secretly thinks to himself that his prayers have been answered, My faith must be stronger than I realised.

He steps over the pool of decaying ooze, disgusting.

Arriving at the floor of the shaft he is transfixed by the murals, bizarre and fascinating, what could they represent? He has no idea.

60%d%

[Snapper]

Crowley:

1d%95%

OOC:   Hard Success.

[Mr. Handy]

Harry has no idea what to make of any of this.

INT roll (80% stat) about the room at the bottom:
d%

[Starspawn338]

Int 70
1d100

OOC:   Hard Success

When they reach finally reach the bottom, Butch looks intently at the walls.

"This looks vaguely familiar. Hmmmm...."

[SunlessNick]

OOC: Everyone make an int roll.

Int 80, rolled 08, extreme success.

“Are you okay, June?” She asks, wondering why she is so quiet.

"I'm sorry," June says. "That thing really got to... I've never seen anything like it. Is it dead?"

Descending the shaft she pauses at the burned ooze and shivers. "It's dead," she whispers before carrying on.