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"Henry!" cries Alice. She also hands Norman the skull on a pole when he took the flashlight as she draws her shotgun. "Try using that against the creature," she says, taking aim, "it might do something. So might this." She squeezes the trigger and blasts the monstrosity!

The creature shudders again and stops moving forward, it's tendrils waving feebly. Alice’s shotgun blast has opened a deep wound on its back, but from this a noxious cloud begins to form. The stench of ammonia begins to grow, causing our heroes to recoil in disgust.

Alice has heard horror stories of gas attacks in the trenches of the Great War, but she never imagined she'd be subject to something similar. Coughing and spluttering, she is barely able to withstand it. "Fall back!" she cries, trying to get out of the cloud of gas.

Isadora Carmichael
CON 9 vs POT 7 60%


Isadora is lucky, as she covered her nose and mouth earlier with her scarf. It's not a gas mask, but gives her a chance to retreat out of the cloud. Her eyes water.

Isadora Carmichael
Mist Weapon 35%


The mist disperses in the tunnel, unable to hurt the creature...

Owens' rolls: Resistance and shovel attack

OOC:   oh yes! gotta be a hit. Damage?--roll for me if you wish.

Henry Glynn

"Well played Mr Owens!" Henry encourages.

With a mighty swing, Norman brings the shovel down on the beast, in the place where it is already injured. The unfortunate creatures tendrils give one last shake, and then it is still. The ammonia is overwhelming now though.

The companions begin the long walk back down the tunnel, bearing the almost catatonic Albert, and gladly leaving the unknown monstrosity behind them. It seems like days ago that they entered this place, but now that they are leaving, they can gladly put the horrors they experienced behind them, at least for now.

By the time they reach the tunnel entrance the shadows are beginning to lengthen. Exhausted and shaken, they are gratified to finally reach Isadora’s car which is waiting for them. Putting Albert in the back seat, they can see that there are traces of the illuminated spores in his nostrils and on his lips. He is breathing heavily, and has a faraway look in his eyes. In the light of day, he is indeed in sorry shape. He doesn’t seem to have eaten in days, and is likely very dehydrated. His hands and face are covered with multiple scratches, and his clothes are filthy. He stinks.

Braving the smell, which really isn't as bad as the smells in the tunnel, Alice holds her canteen to Albert's lips and pours a little down his throat, taking care not to go too quickly. Sometimes drinking too fast when one is dehydrated can cause problems. Once he has some water in him, she shares her rations, again giving him a little piece at a time so as not to overdo it. "We should take him to a hospital," she says.

Isadora Carmichael

Isadora wraps the weapon. She is trembling - the true horror of the encounter is only getting to her now that the adrenaline is gone.

"Yes, Henry needs care as well."

Owens put his arm round Isadora. "You've opened my eyes, Miss Carmichael; I was impressed by your display," he said, thinking of her with the alien mist blaster gun.

He also thought about his shovel embedded in the creature, "That's a dollar ninety I'll have to pay to the expedition faculty for misused equipment."

"Worth every penny," says Alice, going over to help Henry, but she has no idea how to deal with...whatever this is. "You need to get to a hospital too."

Doing what they can for Henry and Baumgartner, the companions drive back to Arkham, arriving just after nightfall. Baumgartner is admitted at once, and Henry’s arm is stitched and bandaged, the nurse remarking on the unusual nature of the possum bite. Baumgartner is suffering from dehydration but has no serious physical injuries. He is almost catatonic though, and a psychiatric evaluation is requested.

Alice informs Dr. Winside at home by telephone that Albert has been found, and he comes to the hospital at once to see him.