We continued to hunt Mr. Grenard like the dog he is! Knowing that perhaps he died weeks ago in the conflagration that took his house down – we still sought to find out more about him and his nefarious undertakings. Unfortunately, this nerd night fell in a rather poor spot – on the night immediately prior to our annual pig roast. This meant that many of us were busy with pre-party festivities and generally spread thin on the occasion of this confluence – yet still we ventured on.
Ned favored us with spaghetti which we consumed, along with beer and some sort of cake-like thing, with the usual gusto. And then we started playing – however, sad to say that your faithful recorder fell victim to fatigue and faded as the night went on – I remained conscious until all but the very end, but some details were lost. I asked Brother Ned to refresh our memories with his account – and he kindly agreed. It follows.
The evening started when I fell asleep. I was a bit zonked during the first part of the night, but I am including the plot skeleton as I recall it so that it might kick-start someone else’s memory.
Gas-Filled Apartment – Fund Raiser Woman
I think we followed up on the fund-raiser woman’s gas filled apartment. It was clear by 5:00 AM or so, and we went in. We didn’t find anything interesting except the remains of a note leading us to the big hotel, room 810 or 820 or something, and signs that she was leaving England for Rome by ship in a few days.
We kicked the door down and went in and got to kill a woman and 4 cultists. (Redacted) [Some of our heroes] got in trouble with the [uber armed hotel guards]. We found a scribbled “yellow sign” on paper.
Another Apartment – School Doctor
Another yellow sign, and also nothing else that I can recall.
Then there was some discussion on our clues, and we were somehow clued in on “The King in Yellow”. I am pretty sure we killed someone by this time, but I don’t remember a thing about it.
So we went to the best local library going and enlisted expert help. We got fuck-all except that we were given to understand that we were dealing with the occult and that we might learn something from one of the local rare book stores, of which we were given a list of three.
We looked up Sir Thompson and Mr. Edgardo (w/e) [Grenard]. Nothing new there worth a packet. Thompson seems totally legit as a war hero.
The proprietor had heard of The King in Yellow, and had actually sold two copies of a book to different persons that refer to that individual (aka Hastur). Both copies were sold in the last couple of years. The copies were sold to Mr. Edgardo (whatever, the guy who runs the school and orphanage) [Grenard] and to the Janitor at the special school.
The name of the book was Monstres and their Kynde (spelling?). Then (redacted) [Felkin] reminded us that we had found a couple of books under the fountain at the special school. (redacted) [Silverwind] then decoded the skid marks that he uses for notes and found that one might be the book in questions. He might have another book listed, but it was too skiddy to make out the title in any meaningful way, so we ignored it.
The point was, we had captured a copy of the book, and it was probably one of the ones that the bookstore proprietor had sold. We asked him to look at it and see if he could identify to whom our copy had been sold. Surprisingly, the copy we recovered from the lab under the fountain had belonged to the Janitor.
While inspecting the tome, the bookstore proprietor also noticed that the book had been unbound and that “several pages” had been taken/added/replaced in the Yellow King section, and then rebound. The pages in our tome were not original.
1. We never made it to bookstore three.
2. We never figured out what happened to the janitor or other missing persons.
3. We never decoded [Silverwind]’s notes on the second tome.
4. [Silverwind] decided to start reading the tome(s).
Thus ends the account of Brother Ned. I would add that I knew about and had recorded the names of the books – they lie resting in my secret notes at the Chateau. Unfortunately, my brain was at a very low idle by that time of the evening. I might also add that we were reminded that the ruins of Grenard’s mansion have, as yet, been ignored.