Session 1 | New York | Room 410

WARNING! Contains spoilers!


“No one gets killed the first session, right…? Or…?”

Character generation

Dramatis personae
H.P Rennfarth | Forensics specialist | 27 yrs | Mats
Justin Case | NYPD Detective | 32 yrs | Djuro
Ulla Bengtsson | Professor (Chemistry) Columbia Uni | 48 yrs | Berndt
Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondant | 31 yrs | Martin
Absent this session
Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Link to background stories and portraits

H.P Rennfarth is a policeman who works at the budding Forensics Department at NYPD. He recently inherited an antiques shop in Greenwich Village from his father who passed away recently. He has no idea of what to do with it at this point. He officially knows Justin Case from police work but also because the two of them has been involved in some highly suspicious activity concerning evidence (drugs) missing from the evidence department. He thinks that Justin Case holds the key to some secret/treasure/knowledge (drugs maybe?) that he covets.

Justin Case is a somewhat dirty cop that has done some dubious acts both in the past and in the line of duty. His connection is that he was once investigated by Internal affairs for suspected criminal activity, but was cleansed of suspicions by an article by Carl Blackwater, and so he owns Carl his freedom. Justin has also done some work “on the side” for a mysterious man called Daniel Zomb, who reputedly works for an organisation called The Wellcroft Foundation.

Ulla Bengtsson is a Swedish descendant who works at Columbia University in New York, specialising in chemistry related to explosives. She has a preference for other women, but to her dismay, she is secretly infatuated with her long time friend Carl Blackwater. As a result she is going through a rough time on the romantic level. Together with Carl she has also met with Jackson Elias on several occasions.

Carl Blackwater is a well-traveled journalist who has come in contact with mysterious and occult things in the line of duty. This is also how he met Jackson Elias many years ago. The two friends have kept contact over the years, despite them almost always being in different parts of the world. A few days ago, Elias contacted him via telegraph from a ship at sea, asking him to gather a good investigative team because he had sensational news about the infamous Carlyle Expedition that got massacred in Kenya some five years ago.

Edward Foxworthy is the eldest son of a wealthy owner of a coffee plantation in Kenya. The father wanted Edward to take over the family business, but after studies in both the UK and USA, Edward decided to pursue his dreams – a life of high adventure, hunting big game across the globe. Edward knows Carl from the African theatre of the Great War, where both were involved. There, they aquired a common enemy (to be determined) – someone that has done something very wrong and that wrong must be avenged. Edward and Carl has kept the contact since then, in hope of someday being able to avenge the wrong that happened. During his big game hunts, Edward has heard of strange unnatural beasts whispered from locals in the dark around the campfires. At first he dismissed this as hokum, but why are these stories so consistent in vastly different parts of the world? Somewhere, Edward suspects that there might be some substance to the campfire tales.

Top from left: Carl Blackwater, Justin Case & Ulla Bengtsson

Bottom from left: H.P Rennfarth & Edward Foxworthy

It starts…
New York, Thursday January 15th, 1925.
The PCs are gathered in the somewhat cramped kitchen area in H.P’s antiques shop, Rennfarth & Rennfarth Antiques, situated in Greenwich Village in Manhattan. The city outside is covered in snow, as the last weeks have been cold and it has been snowing profusely for days. Carl explains the situation to the others – that he received a phone call from his old friend Jackson Elias this morning, asking the team to meet up with him at the nearby Chelsea Hotel, room 410, at 8 p.m. Apparently, Elias has sensational news about the Carlyle Expedition that went dead/missing back in 1920. Everyone has heard about that sad event, but the details are blurry. The team decides to split up to do some research on the details of the expedition. Ulla goes to the library, Carl to the newspapers to check the morgue files. Justin and H.P decides to check their law enforcement contacts to see if they can dig up something of interest. They are to meet up in the bar at the Chelsea some time before 8 p.m. After some chatting, tea and beers the team decides to split up to do some research:

  • Ulla – researches the expedition members in the N.Y Public Library
  • Carl – finds a lot of old news clippings in the newspaper morgue files
  • H.P – nothing new discovered
  • Justin – contacts Mr. Zomb in Boston. Tries to contact the police in Kenya about the Carlyle murders, but with no result.

Left: The Chelsea. Right: NY Public Library in the snow

Ulla goes to the Chelsea at 4 p.m. Elias in not there according to Serge the concièrge. She sits down in the bar to keep an eye open for Mr. Elias, but sees nothing.
After doing their separate research, the others arrive at the bar. Ulla talks to the concièrge, Serge, and checks the key board if Mr Elias is in and the adjacent hotel rooms if the neighbours are present. Case shows his police badge and demands to see the hotel ledger for names:

  • Room 410 – Jackson Elias – in
  • Room 409 – Clark Gruber – in
  • Room 411 – Claudio Cochone – in

A few minutes before 8 p.m, they go to Mr Elias room using the art-filled stairs as the elevator is out of order.
They knock at the door, but no reply.
They listen.
Justin hears muffled sounds from within. He picks the lock, draws his trusty .38 and swings the door open…
Mr Elias is sprawled on the bed, an african man standing over him. A pale, sick-looking caucasian man is by the half-open window, letting cold wind and snow into the room. Both wear ill-fitting black suits and strange headdresses with a sickly red tentacle thing protruding from the forehead. At the sound of the door opening, both men swing around, brandishing long mean pranga knives.

Kneeling, Justin tells them to drop the weapons, but they do not heed his call. Suddenly, a hidden third man (african descent, same outfit as the other two) emerges from behind the door and makes a machete swing for Justin’s arm. He misses and Justin shoots him point-blank, hitting in the crotch (special success), sending the man falling back, bleeding profusely. He is dead before he hits the floor. The man besides the bed starts moving towards the door and the detective pulls the trigger a second time, hitting the man in the head (point blank, special success again). The man topples over on the bed, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. The last man tries to make a run for the window and the fire escape, but H.P fires his .45 from the door, hitting the man in the thigh, taking out a large chunk of flesh. Screaming and cursing, the man tries to crawl out on the fire escape, never letting go of the jungle knife.

The PCs run into the room, covering the corners and closing the door, but before they manage to do that, a fat Clark Gable-stashed man dressed in socks, boxer underpants and a slimy gagball hanging around his neck emerges from room 409, followed by a young woman dressed in a kinky leather outfit, complete with riding crop and all. Ulla says that it’s “police business” and ushers them into their room before closing the door to room 410.

Carl hustles over to the bed and throws the dead killer off the bed. Jackson Elias is very dead, his chest cut open, entrails hanging out. In his forehead the crazy killers have carved a strange symbol. The sight is very disturbing, especially for Ulla who feels her sanity threatened by the scene.

Meanwhile, Justin tries to keep the killer inside the room, grappling with him, but he manages to keep the knife arm free and chops at Justin. Justin drags down the window, trapping the man at the waist and then he handcuffs his leg to the radiator. The man struggles, cursing, but cannot break free. From the window, Justin spots a somewhat beat up black sedan standing across the street, below the fire escape, a man staring at them. He manages to get the license plate before the man dashes and jumps into the car. As it is speeding away through the snow, H.P takes a shot with his .45, but the range is too great for a hit.

Realizing that he will be caught, the trapped killer screams something unintelligble and cuts his own throat with the razor sharp pranga. He dies convulsing, hanging out on the fire escape. Searching the body, the PCs find needle marks on his arms and a case with a glass syringe and needle. Dope fiend it seems…

Now, people are gathering in the corridor. Serge is knocking at the door asking Mr. Elias how he is. In the distance, police sirens can be heard.

Hastily, the PCs search the bodies of the killers as well as Mr. Elias. Elias has nothing of interest on him, but the killers carry many items that they have clearly stolen from Elias. In Elias luggage they find a passport with stamps from many exotic locations around the globe.

Outside the door a throng of people has gathered – staff and hotel guests, eager to see what is going on, banging on the door, demanding that someone opens it. Realizing that they look quite suspicious, the two non-police PCs decide to flee the scene before the cops arrive.
Detective Case opens the door and orders the onlookers away. Serge is sent to the reception to guide the police to the proper room.

In the ensuing chaos, Ulla and Carl sneak out, farily confident that they haven’t been observed. In the lobby they leave the hotel as the uniforms come storming in. As they move down the dark and snowy street they catch a glimpse of someone in the reception pointing their way…

The real police arrive, a team of three uniformed officers with weapons drawn, led by a Lt. Martin Poole. Glad to find fellow police officers already on the scene, the Lt. talks to Justin and H.P. Apparently this is the 9th ritual killing under similar circumstances. Lt. Poole says that they have investigated the afroamerican woodoo cults in Harlem, but no one seems to be willing to talk to the cops. And they have found no connection between the victims either – rich, poor, men, women, caucasians and africans – it seems these killers will murder anyone, but the reason why is unknown.

Poole wants Justin and H.P to come to the police station the next day with a written report and to discuss more. The PCs leave the room as the police starts investigating and documenting the scene.

After the debacle at the hotel, Ulla and Carl hurry to New York University, where Professor Anthony Cowles is having a lecture at 8 pm, as the pamphlet found in Elias’s room inform. Despite being late, they manage to hear most of the lecture and even get to talk a few words with the professor afterwards. Apparently, Cowles and Elias knew each others works and was fans of each others scholarly pursuits, but they had never met. Being dragged away by other lecture attenders, Prof. Cowles even invites the investigators to visit him at Miskatonic University in Arkham if they want to discuss more. Suddenly a jolly “Hello, old chap” is heard – Carl turns around and spots his old comrade in arms – Edward Foxworthy – the south african big game hunter!

And here we had to stop for today…

For the players: Clues, maps, photos and other game materials are in the shared Dropbox. Study them closely, as if your lives depended in it.

Come to think of it, actually, they do…



    1. Yes, it’s awesome. I’ve been wanting to play this one since the early 90s, but back then it was out of print. Can’t comment much more here as my players read this – I write these recaps for the group (and myself as a support for memory).



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