Session 25| Egypt |Chtonian echoes



Can you say Cuh-tho-nian?

Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

Walter Wannabi | Explorer| 44 yrs | Flan

Preben van Task | Treasure hunter| 40 yrs | Djuro

Herrman Germain | Spy| 42 yrs | Martin

Absent this session

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt (in New York)

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats (in Egypt)

Link to background stories and portraits

Written under the influence of Elliott Smith

Cairo, Wednesday, March 4th, 1925 | midnight (i.e. very early morning)

Das ist ein groovy party, ja?

Still, shell shocked from the orgiastic ritual beneath the sands, Germain and Walter find themselves back in the desert night near the great sphinx of Giza, among the throng of cultists going back to Cairo or wherever they came from. Walter catch a glimpse of the German he met earlier and decides to strike up a conversation. The fellow countrymen decide to discuss culty things over a bier or two. Walter gets to tag along as well, I mean we are all cultists here, right?

Sprech offers Herrman and Walter a ride back in his Mercedes. Arriving in Cairo Walter suggests that they go for a drink at the Gentlemen Club. I mean, who can sleep after such a glorious orgy? Dressed in djellabas, the men set out for a night in town…

Sprech turns out to be a friendly and likable fellow and it’s hard to imagine him as a die-hard cultist. Despite trying to get him drunk and spill some vital information, the man only reveals that he’s an archaeologist and that he works for the Clive Expedition at their dig site since 5 months, over at Memphis. It also becomes evident that Sprech is a health and physical culture enthusiast. The man is ripped and doesn’t drink nearly as much as the PCs had in mind.

After an hour or so of conversation, Sprech excuses himself as he has to get to bed:

“-Early morning desert run tomorrow you know!”

A little disappointing on the info, but the PCs manage to secure an invitation to visit the Clive Expedition’s dig site, should they be in the vicinity of Memphis.

Picking up the pieces

After what feels like an endless drive through the desert night the rest of the PCs finally manage to hobble back to the hotel, where they crash into bed. Since they suspect that Omar Shakti’s Duesenberg might be a tad conspicuous in the streets of Cairo, they decide to hide the car in an old garage on the outskirts of Cairo. After covering the glorious car under a dirty tarp they all make the last leg of the ride in the old truck.

Cairo, Wednesday, March 24th, 1925 | morning

Damage control

After a late breakfast the next morning, Mohammed is tasked with returning the old truck to Hassan’s Garage for repairs and then search for clues about the missing Dutch archaeologist Janwillem Vanheuvelen, who they have learned was fired from the Clive Expedition on the grounds of excessive drinking and related incompetence. Rumor has it that the man is still in Cairo due to monetary issues (i.e. he couldn’t afford a ticket home). Maybe the man knows something?

The wounded men (Preben and Slim) then calls for a physician to patch them up as good as is possible.

Walter walks to the British Soldier Pub, where he hopes to find some semi-drunk grunt to talk into selling him more ammunition for the Maxim MG. Walter manages to hook up with a not-too-fussy Scotsman who will investigate the “possibilities for a mutually beneficial business agreement”. They agree to meet in the pub the next day – maybe to make a deal.

Chthonian echoes

The PCs suspect that the tunnel under the Mosque of Ibn-Tulun might connect with the cultist temple under the Sphinx. Only one way to find out, right?

Without much ado, Walter, Carl, and Slim decide to return to the mosque to investigate the tunnel. No one is guarding the police barriers, so it’s easy to get into the tunnel.

They follow the circular tunnel for about a kilometer before it turns. Maybe in the direction of the desert and Giza. It’s hard to determine the underground.

Suddenly the men become aware of a weak buzzing sound. It’s almost as if something is in their heads. Then the ground starts to vibrate. First almost un-perceptible, then definitely perceptible. The men decide to haul ass, but about halfway back to the exit, they are hit by a gush of hot air as if a subway train is moving towards them in the tunnel.

Then they see the monstrous thing that comes steaming through the tunnel at a high speed. As there’s no time to get away, the men turn around and fire away at the giant slug-like thing. Luckily, Slim brought the Maxim MG with him. And this time he actually hits! Shooting from the hip, emptying a band of rounds into the thing’s jelly-like flesh, shooting away large chunks of stinky slug tissue.

But this doesn’t stop the assault. Both Carl and Walter is hit by the creature’s tentacles, taking serious damage in the process. Despite this, all three continue the barrage of lead and eventually the thing stops moving, completely obstructing the tunnel. The pressure in their heads vanishes the moment the creature stops moving.

The men exit the tunnel, where curious locals have gathered. As the dirty and bloody foreigners exit the rubble, people make signs to keep away djinni. The fear is however short-lasting when they realize that the men offer them money to dig out the creature in the tunnel. The men also pay a boy from the street to run and get Nigel Wassif from The Cairo Bulletin. There’s a scoop to be made here.

However, before Wassif arrives, police, fire department and medical personnel arrive at the scene and put an end to the digging. In order to escape capture, the PC:s discretely disappear from the scene…

  • Herrman and Slim take up a position in the rented hovel of a house, across the street from the mosque of Ibn-Tulun.
  • Walter is taken to the hospital for medical care, where Edward is also recuperating.
  • Preben and Carl go back to the hotel after having left Walter at the hospital.

Later that evening, Mohammed returns to the hotel with the news that he has found Janwillem Vanheuvelen’s address: Street of the Moths.

Cairo, Thursday, March 5th, 1925 | morning

Seek me here, seek me there…


The Old City

Rising early, the PCs leave the hotel for a meeting with Janwillem Vanheuvelen. The Street of the Moths turns out to be located in one of the poorest sections of the Old City, and the PCs are quite the attraction, as no tourists ever find their way here.

The address turns out to be a tailor’s shop. As the PCs arrive, they see a proper old gentleman shooing out cats from a well-kept but low-budget tailor’s shop. When the man sees the foreigners, he lights up in a broad smile and invites them into the shop, offering exquisite (but old-fashioned) suits for the effendi‘s.

When the tailor realizes that the PCs are there to meet Vanheuvelen, he becomes surly and points to a red door in the back of the shop. The door is opened by an unkempt and nervous man who introduces himself as Herr Vanheuvelen with a breath that smells of old booze.


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The Dutchman

The room is minimal and the air is stale. There’s a small cot, a crude table with books on archaeology and a likewise crude chair. Light is provided by candles stuck in old wine bottles. Suspicious at first, the man lights up when offered food and a drink and not before long, they are in a cheap restaurant, interviewing the Dutch archaeologist.

In pace with Slim filling up Vanehuvelen’s wine glass, the man spills his story:

  • He started working with the Clive Expedition when they arrived in Cairo.
  • He was working with them in Giza when the tomb with the unidentified female mummy was discovered.
  • He thinks that the mummy was a once great ruler named “Nitocris”.
  • He tells the story about how the mummy mysteriously disappeared one night, along with the guards and says that they also found a gold chest containing some very interesting scrolls in good shape.
  • He claims that he was fired based on cut expenses.
  • Vanheuvelen has nothing but praise for the members of the Clive Expedition, especially one Martin Winfield and Johannes Sprech. The other two, Agatha Broadmoor and James Gardner are also both nice and competent, but the Dutchman adds that he feels that their theories about ancient Egypt and the occult are a bit far-fetched.
  • As disappointed as he is with not working with the expedition anymore, the Dutchman also says that he has made another find that will make him rich and famous. In a tiny temple, he has found a set of scrolls containing an unknown tract setting forth ancient Egyptian rituals. The scrolls must be at least 13th century, if not earlier. He’s translating them now and in a few days, maybe a week he will have it finished.
  • The man shows them a hand-written notebook (complete with wine stains), written in Dutch. Herrmann doesn’t understand too much but can deduce that the title is Black Rites of Luveh-Keraph.

As Vanheuvelen tells his story, the PCs notices that on several occasions, cats enter the restaurant and strolls over to him. The man seems scared of the cats and scares them away by tossing things at them. As they exit the restaurant, they observe that a large group of cats (maybe 10-15) has converged outside the place, and they seem to watch and follow the Dutchman as he walks home…

And this is where we had to break for the evening. Don’t miss the next session of our Masks of Nyarlahotep game!

Summary of PC:s physical and mental health

  • Edward – wounded and hospitalized
  • Walter – wounded and hospitalized
  • Carl – wounded, but still active
  • Herrmann – reasonably healthy and still active
  • Slim – wounded, but healing at an uncanny rate and still active
  • Preben – wounded, but still active

Action! Suspense! Bizarre humor! Mystery!

Be sure to follow A Fistful of d20’s continued struggle against the God of a Thousand Faces! 







Session 24 | Egypt | What happens in Giza stays in Giza


Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

Walter Wannabi | Explorer| 44 yrs | Flan

Preben van Task | Treasure hunter| 40 yrs | Djuro

Herrman Germain | Spy| 42 yrs | Martin

Absent this session

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt (in New York)

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats (in Egypt)

Link to background stories and portraits

Written under the influence of Dorothy


Cairo, Wednesday, March 4th, 1925 | very early morning (night between Tuesday and Wednesday)

Killer eyes

Last session we left off in the middle of the night assault on Omar Shakti’s river Nile mansion. Present are Carl and Slim and the new guys: Preben, Herrmann, and Walter. Edward is in the hospital due to the grave wounds he received when fighting the underground tentacled horror under the Mosque of Ibn Tulun.

Walter and Carl are inside the house, looking for clues and evidence for Shakti’s involvement in the theft of the Girdle of Nitocris, while the rest are fighting hordes of cultists (or farmers?) outside.

MoN tactical map

Tactical map. Red triangles are PC kill zones.

Inside the mansion I

Inside the house, Carl and Walter are advancing cautiously from room to room. When they enter the main hallway a servant starts shooting from the stairway up. Carl and Walter return fire and sends the man sprawling against the wall. A sound is heard from the salon. Inside, a housemaid is hiding behind a sofa, hiding something behind her back. When she won’t put her hands in the air, Walter shoots her dead.

“-Better safe than sorry, right?” he nods to Carl, who turns away in disgust.

“-Maybe she just didn’t understand English?”

Turning the body over, they see that she was hiding a large kitchen knife behind her back…

“-See, Carl. You can’t trust anyone these days.”

As the search of the 1st floor turns yields no interesting results, the trigger-happy investigators advance up the stairs, carefully stepping over the dead servant in the stairs…

Outside I

After some fruitless frontal attacks, the enemies outside have resorted to more advanced tactics. Instead of charging straight at the house over open ground en masse, smaller groups of cultists try to flank the defending PCs. One group is advancing along the east wall of the living quarters while another has dug in at the northwest corner of the cotton warehouse and the battle now has changed to a situation more akin to trench fighting. The attackers outnumber the PCs greatly but they are lousy shots and both Herrmann and Preben manage to pick off several sneaky bastards while only receiving minor scratches. Slim fires away with the Maxim machine gun but manages to hit almost nothing to his great dismay.

Inside the mansion II

Carl and Walter sweep the silent upper floor of the mansion. The rooms are ordinary – several neat and clean bedrooms and a bathroom. The most interesting area is the study, complete with a huge jacaranda writing desk and what looks like expensive art adorning the walls. As the PCs enter, Walter hears a sound from the direction of the desk. Looking closer, it is evident that someone is hiding under the desk. Walter walks up to the desk, crouches, and fires both shotgun barrels through the front of the desk… There is a silent thud and blood starts seeping out. Dragging the body out reveals a well-groomed and good-looking young man in an expensive off-white suit. Walter mutters that this must be a secretary or something akin. Behind one of the paintings, the PCs find an old French safe built into the wall. Carl remembers that the German chap found a key on what was left of Shakti’s body and runs down to get it.

The key works. Inside the safe, they find business records, 250 Egyptian Pounds and a handwritten log book which lists 5 years of international shipments of Egyptian artifacts sent to Ho Fong Imports, 15 Kaoyang Street, Shanghai or to Randolph Shipping Company, Port Darwin, Australia. Inside the book are also a hand-written note from someone named “A.P.” to Omar Shakti (Clue #30).

Searching the last bedrooms, they also come upon a servant, hiding in a pillow fort. It doesn’t help against Walter’s shotgun though…

As the men search the pillow fort room, Carls spots something going on outside. It seems that the cultists have reinforced a 2-wheel wagon by adding metal plates to the front and sides, effectively creating a huge shield on wheels, which they use to advance across the open space in front of the house, while simultaneously launching new attacks on the east and west flanks.

Outside II

After some time of much more intermittent shooting, suddenly the cultist attacks become more ferocious again. Black-clad fanatics shoot from the western flank and on the eastern flank, they attack again. And in the courtyard area, a new attack is launched, where many cultists advance over the open ground protected by a steel-reinforced cart that they push ahead of them!

On the east flank, Preben has valiantly held off many attackers but now his luck runs out as he is hit pretty bad by two bullets, sending him reeling to the ground, unconscious (0 hp).

Meanwhile, Slim and Herrmann shoots away at the cart, but to no avail as they can’t see any targets.

Suddenly, there’s the sound of broken glass as Carl and Walter join the fight from their elevated position in the house. Luckily, they can shoot over the cart and hit the men hiding behind it, thus breaking up the assault. Slim sees that Preben is lying on the ground and moves the MG to Preben’s spot, pushing back the attackers with a spray of bullets before trying to patch up Preben’s wounds.

The increased resistance seems to break the morale of the attacking fellahin, who retreat and dig in, creating a Mexican standoff situation of sorts.

 Inside the mansion III

Having searched the upper floor, Carl and Walter ventures down again, where they find an entrance to a hidden basement. Down there, they find a dungeon complete with BDSM-style paraphernalia. In a cage, they find a dead man in a gimp outfit. By the looks of it, the man has been starved to death…

Burn motherfucker, burn

Disgusted by the whole affair, the PC:s decide to burn the place to the ground and get the hell out of Dodge. The mansion is doused with whatever burnable stuff they can find and as the flames claim the vile mansion along with any evidence of them being there, the PCs sneak out the back, stealing Shakti’s Duesenberg and disappear into the night, like desert djinni, with the old truck following behind.

Duesenburg (1)

Duesenberg Model J

What happens in Giza, stay in Giza…

Preben and Slim are badly wounded, but manage to get back to the hidden truck with the help of their comrades. As they prepare to leave for Cairo, Germain spots lights moving in the distance. Looking closer, it looks like a long line of lights, moving through the desert towards the Sphinx. Something is afoot, and despite having two wounded men in the group, the PC:s decide to investigate.


The Sphinx at night

They drive as close as they can without risking to be spotted. Parking behind a sand dune, Carl stays behind guarding the car and taking care of the wounded men, while Germain and Walter trudge on. Moving closer, they soon realize that the line of lights is a large group of people walking towards the Sphinx, carrying torches and lanterns. The people seem to be both men and women, in varying ages but most are wearing simple kaftans or robes. The group is led by several men in black robes, carrying large golden inverted ankh necklaces.

As the long trail of people comes nearer the Sphinx, the leaders stop in front of the dream stele and start chanting. Towards the end of the line, the PC:s employ a most cunning plan, luring away two persons to a secluded area where they knock them out and take their kaftans. Strangely, both of them are naked under the robes.

“-Hmm. These chaps must be rather sweaty, I suppose” Walter says as he dons one of the stolen kaftans

Dressed in their new, err… airy garments, Germain and Walter rejoin the marching row of people. It’s hard to see what’s going up further up the line, but it seems as if people are entering the stele and disappear!


The Dream Stele in front of the Sphinx

When they enter the stele, which is now translucent and completely aetheric, the PC:s instantly find themselves in a round stone chamber which exits into a tunnel, into which the cultists continue. The only light is produced by the lanterns of the walkers.

There is a feeling of immense weight and semi-claustrophobia in the tunnels, which are obviously man-made. Sometimes side tunnels open up into the darkness, but the crowd marches straight on, following the leaders. Along the tunnel, loathsome images adorn the walls, depicting men with the heads of animals, animals with human limbs and alien entities performing cruel, disgusting and obscene activities. Despite the oppressive and creepy feeling, the cultists seem joyous and almost ecstatic as they walk on.

After what feels like a very long time they arrive at an intersection guarded by people dressed up as the animal-things they saw earlier on the walls.


Children of the Sphinx – obviously very clever costumes

“-Blimey, those costumes are most realistic!” Walter proclaims as he nods to a huge rhinoceros-clad gentleman as they descend the wide steps leading down to an immense hall (it’s so large so they can’t see the walls or the ceiling).

In the hall, thousands of robe-clad figures have gathered on the jet black smooth marble floor. The hall is only lit by a few wall-mounted torches along with the light sources that the cultists have brought. Somewhere up front, something emits a sickly red light that reflects from the smooth walls, but the PC:s can’t see the source.

In the opposite end of the great hall, a huge altar and a raised throne with sculpted tentacles, both made in some green stone, can be seen. Both are lit by several torches burning with a very strong vile yellow light.

Walter and Germain opt to remain near the exit as the crowd slowly moves nearer the altar. Everything goes quiet as a procession emerges along a bridgeway high in the air, leading to the throne. Four white-robed figures lead the procession, followed by two naked men and women and two animal-masked figures.

The figures in white all wear black inverted ankh necklaces. When they reach the center of the bridgeway they stop and address the crowd in a mix of Arabic, English, French and an unknown language. As the crowd cheers, they cast back their hoods, revealing two men and two women and point at the naked figures.

-“Let the Black Pharaoh have his prize!”

At this point, the animal-clad figures step forward and beat the naked ones, who do not resist at all. One by one, they are bludgeoned to death and thrown down to the floor, while the crowd screams in joy and ecstasy, dancing frantically and tearing off their robes, making obscene moves.

The experience is most disturbing, but even more disturbing is the fact that one of the white-clad priests is none other than Omar Shakti!

However, our friends have other things to bother about as the crowd around them explodes into an orgy of the flesh of unprecedented size, and while they try to sneak out in a most discreet manner, that is discouraged by the animal-men guarding the exit, meaning that Walter and Germain is forced to participate in the orgy (or so they say at least) in order not to be revealed as infidels, meaning sure death or worse.

Afterward, both men solemnly conclude that “what happens in Giza stay in Giza”…

Shame, shame, shame

After the orgy, the participants don their robes and head back the same way that they came. In contrast to before, the atmosphere is happy and almost giddy and people are discussing mundane things. The PC:s notice that the cultists seem to come from all walks of life and station. Poor or rich doesn’t matter in the eyes of the Pharaoh. The majority are naturally Egyptian, but quite a few turn out to be Europeans and even American accents can be heard.

As the exit the stele, entering the cold Sahara night, Germain lay his eyes on a blond Germanic-looking figure that he and starts a conversation. It turns out that the man is indeed German, a fellow named Johannes Sprech. Johannes is glad to meet a fellow countryman and tells Germain that he is an archaeologist currently working with the Clive Expedition. After some chit chat and discussion about the current affairs in Germany, the men decide to meet the following day for a bier and to discuss further.

The session ends with the PC:s driving through the desert night towards the lights of Cairo. And yes, they kept the Duesenberg…

And this is where we have to break for the evening. Don’t miss the next session of our Masks of Nyarlahotep game!

Action! Suspense! Bizarre humor! Mystery!

Be sure to follow A Fistful of d20’s continued struggle against the God of a Thousand Faces! 













Symbaroum | Tomb of Dead Dreams | Session 1



Just a little trip up river Malgomor. What could possibly go wrong…?

Short comment: We play the Swedish edition of Symbaroum. I’ve translated names, places and game terms on my own since I don’t have access to the English version, so they probably differ some from the official nomenclature.

Game system: Symbaroum (Swedish edition)

Dramatis personae

Erolius |Changeling | Witch Hunter | Djuro

Slobodan “Slobbo” Bertasmacker* | Goblin | Treasure Hunter and aspiring Magician of the Order | Djuro

Tegel Knekk | Ambrian | Knight | Berndt

Grams “Florp” Svartbörd* | Ambrian | Dark Magician?| Berndt

Gallardo* | Ambrian | Sellsword | Martin

Sani Taire | Ambrian | Theurgist | Martin

*=These PCs have survived The Promised Land (albeit a heavily modified version) as well  as Mark of the Beast, so they are a bit more experienced.


The waves were clucking gently against the river sailer, The Wind Arrow, as the little boat trudged steadily across Volgoma Lake, towards the Malgomor river that would take them straight into the depths of Davokar. Spring had come early this year. Slobbo the Gobbo sat atop some bundles of supplies in the stern of the boat, looking at his travel companions, his thoughts lost in dirty dreams about Vania, the sassy goblin blacksmith assistant back in Thistle Hold. Their last encounter had been a bit awkward, their status uncertain, but with the riches, he’ll return with from this expedition she would surely be more positively inclined…

There was the grumpy old skipper, Weron. And his only sailor Frenned, who seemed to handle about 9 tenths of the actual sailing, while the old man mostly sat muttering in the bow, handling the rudder and sipping on some strongdrink from a ceramic jug, occasionally shouting something abusive at his sole employee or loudly declaring how this journey into that damned forest will be the end of them all. 

There were his old traveling companions and fellow adventurers – the huge Ambrian sellsword Gallardo, whom he had come to trust, especially when it came to fights. And the sneaky Ambrian Grams Svartbörd, who Slobbo suspected dabbled in dark magic. And by the Sacred Balls of Prios – who call themselves Florp? Seriously? Only that is suspicious… Maybe he should notify the Blackrobes about that dude… On the other hand, he did quite well against that perfidious Flayer Killer a few months back…

And then there were the three newcomers – the Ambrian self-appointed do-gooder Father Taire, his equally pesky buddy the Ambrian Knight Tegel Knekk and the conniving changeling Erolius the witch hunter. Slobbo didn’t trust that one. No sir, you cannot trust a changeling. Prios knows what things those elven bastards did to him before releasing him into the world of men… And a witch hunter at that! No sir, a good changeling is a dead changeling if you ask me, Slobbo thought, before emitting a loud burp which again reminded him of fair Vania and how impressed she would be when he returned home with Davokar riches…

A few days earlier

After their pivotal role in solving the case of the murder of Master Vernham by the Flayer Killer, the PCs had been enjoying near-hero status in Thistle Hold. It had been a time of heavy carousing and making new friends, but eventually, even the partying had started to feel like a routine.

Then, some ten days ago, a messenger arrived at the inn, requesting their urgent presence at Mayor Lasifor Nightpitch’s estate Nattbacka.


Lasifor Nightpitch


Yagaba the witch

The Mayor was of course accompanied by his barbarian witch, Yagaba. A strange and solemn woman with all-seeing eyes and all that red hair, but with a fierce savage beauty as well. No great wonder that Nightpitch kept her at his side at all times. Slanderous rumors also went around that the real ruler of Thistle Hold was Yagaba, using Nightpitch as a willing puppet, no doubt by some unholy combination of dark magic and her bodily assets…

Also in the room, was three unknown adventurers – a priest, a knight, and a changeling.

Not beating around the bush, the former adventurer gone mayor went directly to business, laying out the situation:

Some two months ago, around the time of the Flayer Killer investigations, Ordo Magica managed to track down the ancient tomb from which the King’s Skull fused with the Copper Crown was stolen by Gorak, Alahara, and their crew of miserable grave robbers – now called the Tomb of Dreams. Ordo Magica also determined that the Skull was deeply corrupted and probably the very reason why all the members of Gorak’s expedition had met such grisly fates. Even more important, the skull was an indication that someone of station was buried in the tomb, and that there was probably more artifacts to be found at the site.

Thus, in spite of the severe risk of corruption and based of filthy lucre, Ordo Magica decided to send an expedition to the tomb in order to secure the magical assets for her Majesty Korinthia, the Queen. About a month ago, under the leadership of Master Senia, Ordo Magica established an outpost in the area known as the Dead Forest near the tomb and started surveying the area. Daily reports on the progress were sent back to the Order by means of a Magic Circle.

However, two weeks ago, the reports from the expedition stopped arriving at the Ordo Magica headquarters in Thistle Hold. Something had happened at the site.

At the same time, intelligence arrived from the Brothers of Dusk that Baumelo (the Blackcoat that hastily took off with the King’s Skull and Copper Crown at the end of Mark of the Beast) had been an impostor. The chopped up and badly mangled body of the real Baumelo had been discovered hidden in the basement of an inn about an hour’s travel from the village Glimmervann, and there were indications that the real identity of the false Baumelo was a man called Odako, a known cultist and heretic that is wanted by the Brothers of Dusk for manifold crimes against the church and Her Majesty.


Odako the cultist

The whereabouts of Odako and his gang of miscreants are currently unknown, but it cannot be ruled out that they have traveled back to the Tomb of Dreams to steal the rest of the remains of the ancient king and other invaluable artifacts.

To summarize, Mayor Nightpitch wants to hire the adventurers to:

  • Travel to Ordo Magica’s outpost, assess the situation and help the expedition
  • Stop Odako and his crew if they should arrive at the Tomb
  • Retrieve the King’s Skull and Copper Crown if possible
  • Retrieve the remains of the ancient King

The mission is a joint venture between Lasifor Nightpitch, Ordo Magica and the Brothers of Dusk and should, if successful, vastly improve the PCs standing with the three organizations.

Payment for the mission is:

  • 300 Thaler, held by Nightpitch for the duration of the mission (to be shared by the members of the party)
  • Travel expenses (boat) is covered by Nightpitch
  • Expenses of 25 Thaler per member to be paid immediately, in order to facilitate the acquisition of travel gear et cetera.

The PCs agree to the terms and start to prepare for the journey into darkness…

Preparations and red tape

Next, the PCs acquire gear and travel rations for the mission and get to know the new members a bit.


Thistle Hold

Among other things they visit The Treasury and meet with the proprietor Sefira, to sell off some things they have acquired during earlier adventures. Tough haggling indeed.

They also visit both Ordo Magica and the Temple of the Brothers of Dusk to collect as much information as possible before leaving Thistle Hold.

Then, they go to the Queen’s Legislation to get a Treasure Hunter’s License (which in itself turned out to be a little adventure, due to the red tape and in-party squabble about monetary matters among other things). When they finally emerge from the legislation with the license, they are also deeply indebted to Suria of House Aragona – a debt that she will most surely collect in the future…

Finally, the travel route is planned. The first leg of the journey is to travel on foot to the small city of Kurun, situated on the river Eblis. There, Nightpitch has arranged for passage on a small river sailer – The Wind Arrow – to take them down the Eblis, onto Lake Volgoma and then onto the river Malgomor, which will take them right into the heart of darkness. Total travel time is estimated to circa 5 days, given that Prios is merciful.

Heart of Darkness



The mouth of river Malgomor

After leaving gentle Lake Volgoma behind, The Wind Arrow turns its stern into Malgomor’s green and murky waters. The river entrance is wide and open but soon the small boat is engulfed in dense greenery on both sides.

When dusk arrives, skipper Weron decides to camp on the river bank, finding a place with a little sandy beach. The PCs set up camp and have just started eating when sounds are heard from the dense forest behind them.

Sounds that are coming closer.

Weapons drawn, ready for battle – suddenly a scruffy looking man emerges from the dense forest:


Scruffy looking fortune-hunters

“-Please, please dear sirs! Don’t hurt us! I’m Aro of Jakaar. Would you please help us – we have a wounded man here…”

Slowly, two more men, carrying a third wounded man on an improvised stretcher come onto the beach. Soon, the PCs are helping the poor sods by giving them food and taking care of the wounded man’s cuts and bruises.

It turns out that these fellows (Aro, Brogo, Dengo and Kurgan) are fortune hunters from Jakaar, who’d been hunting for treasure at the west earth tower of Black Leech Cleft (Svartigelklyftan) when a trap activated and messed up poor Brogo’s leg. They retreated and have since then been traveling back to Jakaar, when they suddenly heard human voices comung from the river’s edge.

The newcomers are welcomed to set up camp on the other end of the beach (as the PCs are still a bit suspicious).

Vile spirits

In the middle of the night the PCs are awakened by the sound of battle over at the Jakaarians end of the beach. Aro, Dengo and Kurgan seem to be fighting an unseen enemy. Drawing their weapons and rushing to the scene, the PCs see a semi-transparent skeletal figure clawing away at the fortune hunters, hovering half a meter over the ground, seemingly very aggressive towards them but ignoring the PCs.


The Hovering Spirit-Thing

Slobbo shoots an arrow at the apparition, but it just passes through the thing. Gallardo has the same result with his Crow’s Beak Axe and now the thing seems to notice the PCs, emitting a loud terrifying shriek, sending several of the PCs running for the boat in panic. The creature then starts moving toward the PCs, brandishing great spectral claws, eternal hate in its empty eye sockets.

Realizing that their weapons can’t hurt the spectre, the PCs retreat towards the water. Grams, who have been rummaging around in his backpack for a while suddenly produces a small vial containing a white-grey powder that he throws at the thing, missing. At the same time Slobbo manages to snap out of the terror and takes out his own Ghast Dust, throwing it at the apparition. Suddenly the thing takes physical form, resembling a dead-looking elderly man, dressed in decrepit magician’s robes. The old man keeps repeating a series of words in a dry, hollow voice, but in an unknown language.

It turns out that the thing is now vulnerable to worldly weapons and beset by a barrage of arrows and weapon blows, the dead man walking is soon felled to the ground. Once fallen, his body just seems to dissipate, leaving a dusty old magician’s robe in the sand.

The Jakaarian fortune-hunters staunchly deny that they have stolen anything from the tomb, but facing the stern looks of the PCs they soon produce an ancient-looking bronze sickle adorned with Symbaritic cuneiform on both the handle and blade.

And there we have to break for the evening.

More Symbaroum adventures from the Swedish table rpg group With a Fistful of d20’s coming up shortly!




Session 23 | Egypt | Tremors


Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

New player characters

Walter Wannabi | Explorer| 44 yrs | Flan

Preben van Task | Treasure hunter| 40 yrs | Djuro

Herrman Germain | Spy| 42 yrs | Martin

Absent this session

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt (in New York)

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats (in Egypt)

Link to background stories and portraits

Written under the influence of The Prodigy

Cairo, Monday, March 2nd, 1925 | mid-day


The investigators are in the office of Achmed Zehavi, the nazir of Ibn Tulun. The worldly offices are situated in a building adjacent to the mosque but situated outside the walls of the mosque compound.


Achmed Zehavi

At first, the nazir is more than a bit skeptic to meeting with these foreigners (Christian foreigners at that) but after having explained their genuine archaeological interest and intent in making a sizeable donation to the restoration fund of Ibn Tulun, Zehavi gets friendlier and even sends an initiate to fetch some sweet tea for the esteemed guests.

Edward and Slim mention that they have heard about a great treasure being kept hidden in the mosque and the attempt of its theft a while back. At first, Zehavi denies all knowledge of such a thing but Slim manages to persuade the old man to admit that they are indeed safekeeping an item of great importance (Slim is an attorney, after all…). However, Zehavi assures them with a wave of the hand, said item is well guarded:

-The Evil ones shall not have it. Inshallah.

The investigators do not settle with that and after some serious logorrhea, specifically mentioning the Black Pharao and the Black Brotherhood, the nazir is talked into showing them exactly how well guarded it is. Behind a colorful drape in the back of the office is a locked steel door with a stairway leading down into the darkness…

The Girdle of Nitocris

The stairs lead down some 25 feet, to another equally stout steel door. Behind the door is a chamber cut from the sandstone cliff. Inside, six old men are posted. The Guardians of the Girdle, Zehavi explains. The men are led by a seemingly ancient man, Nessim Efti, and are all brandishing sharp scimitars in their sashes.


Nessim Efti

The Girdle is kept in a simple little chest placed in the center of the otherwise empty room. Zehavi opens the chest to reveal the artifact, a narrow band of intricately linked gold chain, with what appears to be a large uncut ruby marking the clasp. After the security demonstration, Efti accompanies Zehavi and the PC:s back to the office. Apparently, the only one holding keys to the steel doors is Zehavi himself.

The investigators ask about the significance of the girdle. Zehavi and Efti say that they know of the Black Pharao and that he was destroyed by the power of Allah. Prophecies agree that Nitocris, another being of legendary evil, rises again by the power of the Girdle and they guard the item to prevent her resurrection. They also say that their forebears have tried to destroy the girdle, but to no avail. Zehavi freely admits that the Black Brotherhood recently tried to steal the girdle, a clumsy attempt that was easily foiled by the guardians. Moreover, the nazir talks of the Carlyle Expedition, saying that they believe that the archaeologists have stirred an ancient evil which now threatens the spirits of many men.

All talk of moving the girdle to a safer place is met with resistance, as the Guardians are convinced that only they can keep the girdle safe. After all, they have been doing just that for centuries.

Suddenly, draws his pistol and gets behind the nazir, pointing the gun to the old man’s head. Efti, fast as any young man, draws his magnificent scimitar, pointing at Edward. Edward explains that he did what he did to show them that maybe the girdle isn’t that safe after all. What if evil men came here and stole the keys from Zehavi?

Somewhat shaken, the nazir thanks Edward for the illuminating demonstration, but insists that the girdle stays where it is. And with this, the PCs are cordially but resolutely escorted off the premises…

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

The PCs think that the girdle isn’t safe in the mosque and decided to rent a house overlooking the mosque and more specifically the office building. Finally, they manage to rent a hovel from an old lady across the street, at the exorbitant price of 20 British Pounds sterling. All PCs except Rennfarth (who stays at the hotel) move into the meager lodgings, setting up a watch post and taking turns of keeping watch. They even chop a hole in the mud wall, to be able to cover the street with the Maxim (of course covered by some old laundry not to attract undue attention).


The view from the Maxim’s sights…

The PCs take turns in watching the street. Their dragoman Mohammed is sent to try to unearth the Dutchman from the Clive Expedition (Janwillem Vanheuvelen) and also procure a Mauser C96 “Broomhandle” pistol for Edward, who has realized that he needs a gun with greater magazine capacity.


Nothing happens for many hours and the stakeout holds promise to become a most tedious affair when the ground suddenly starts trembling. At first, just a barely discernable vibration sending ripples across their tea, but quickly rising to a full-blown earthquake. People are running in all directions, crying warnings in Arabic and the PCs witness how the mosque annex building along with Zehavi’s offices that they recently visited implode as a result of the trembling ground.

Carl and Edward pick up their gear and run towards the ruins, while Slim stays in the dingy flat with the Maxim (which he has now secretly named Maxine…) in case bad guys should arrive at the scene.

The mayhem that meets the investigators is total. The building has collapsed totally, only leaving the remains of two of the walls still standing. It is evident that no one should have been able to survive such a quake. The PCs quickly find the entrance to the underground vault. The stout iron door is open and bent out of shape. As they descend the old stone stairs into the darkness, a queer smell of oriental spices mixed with petroleum hits them like a wall. Flashlights barely penetrating the whirling dust, the subterranean vault room where they saw the Girdle of Nitocris is a total mess. In the center of the stone floor, a 5-6 meter almost perfectly circular hole opens up to darkness. The guards are all lying around the hole, torn to shreds by something savage. Among them, a few large chunks of sickly looking flesh covered in slime is spread. Zehavi lies slumped against the wall, not far from the stairway. A quick scan shows that he has no external wounds and that he’s still breathing faintly. The master of the guards, old Nessim Efti and his magnificent sword are missing though, as is the box with the Girdle.

Edward and Carl decide to slide down into the hole to investigate. As they descend, they notice that the surfaces of the circular tunnel are covered by a thin layer of mucous residue…

After some 3-4 meters of about 45 ° downward slope, the tunnel level out, running in fairly straight line, probably in the direction of the desert.

Light sources and guns in front of them, Carl and Edward start walking into the unknown. About 100 meters into the tunnel, they sense a vague draft and a low humming sound, which seems to emanate from somewhere in front of them. After a shortstop, trying to decide what to do next they trudge on, only to realize that the draft has increased.

“-Funny. This feels like being in those subway tunnels in New York when a train comes at you...”

Carl stops in the middle of the sentence, realizing that something is moving toward them. Something huge and fast, judging by the draft it is creating in the tunnel…

Run Eddie-boyo, run!

Carl starts running towards the exit at full speed. The big game hunter stands to look grimly into the darkness for a few seconds more but decides that the journalist is probably right and starts hustling back at full running speed. As they run for safety, it is clear that the thing in the darkness behind them is closing the distance at an alarming speed!


We’re not alone!

Carl reaches the upward slope and manages to climb the slippery surface, breaking a few nails in the process. Upon reaching the slope, Edward decides to turn around and fires a few shots at whatever comes after them, before starting to climb up. However, he slips in the slime and slides down again. Attempting to climb up again, suddenly a tentacle whips out from the dark, catching Edward by the leg, pulling him down. Edward tries to fight back, but the pain is overwhelming and he suddenly feels very weak as is his life is drained out of him and passes out… Carl shoots at the tentacle, but it’s hard to get a clear shot without risking to hit his friend instead.

Meanwhile, police and ambulances have arrived at the scene.

Slim has tired of sitting idle watching the street and comes rushing down the stairs with the Maxim and a band of ammunition. Together, they manage to wound the tentacle to release Edward, disappearing into the dark again.

Using a length of rope, Carl and Slim manage to pull up their wounded friend, just as the Egyptian rescue team arrives at the scene. An Egyptian physician tends to Edward, stabilizing him and saving the man from an almost certain death.

Keeper’s note: Edward was at 0 hp and the doctor rolled a critical success on the Medicine roll.

It turns out that Zehavi has had a heart attack. He probably unlocked the iron door and rushed down the stairs to help his friends to protect the Girdle, but the horrors in the chamber must have provoked a heart attack. After Zehavi is driven to a hospital, the PCs join Edward in another ambulance, going to the Anglo-American Hospital situated at the small river Nile island of Gezira. The hospital is small and pricey but staffed entirely by Englishmen and Americans.


The Anglo-American Hospital, Cairo

Back in the relative safety at Shepherds Hotel, Carl and Slim decide that they need to have a closer look at Mr. Omar Shakti and his shady operation as they suspect that the wealthy Egyptian businessman is the brain behind all this turmoil and the theft of the Girdle of Nitocris as well. But to do that they will need more men, now that Edward is incapacitated for a time. Slim says that he has earlier observed some fairly able-looking adventurer types in the hotel and decides to see if he can recruit the men to help them out first thing in the morning.


Cairo, Tuesday, March 3rd, 1925 | morning

Who needs another hero?

After a not so peaceful night of rest, Slim looks up the men from the hotel and invites them for a brunch in the lobby bar. It turns out that the before mentioned gentlemen are in between jobs and after some discussion, the three men agree to help out. They are:

  • Walter Wannabi, British (desktop) explorer
  • Preben van Task, Danish treasure hunter
  • Herrmann Germain, German spy (which he, of course, doesn’t reveal)

Mohammed is tasked with procuring a suitable vehicle for the drive to the small village of Gezira Mohammed, where Shakti’s country estate is situated. Mohammed has also found a Mauser C96 for Edward, at the gunsmith bazaar hidden away in the deepest recesses at the Bazaar of Khan-el-Khalili, near the great wall of Saladin. At the mention of a vehicle, Mohammed says that he has a cousin who can surely loan them a car, for a minute fee of course and sets out.


Mr. Omar Shakti

The plan is to muster the troops and pay Mr. Shakti a visit the very same evening…


Full metal jacket

After tightening straps, checking magazines, syncing wrist watches, adjusting scrotums and other necessary preparations for a commando raid, the PCs exit the hotel along with their newfound comrades, to find Mohammed proudly waiting beside the crappiest truck they have ever seen!


Mohammed cousin’s truck when it was new

It is evident that the truck has seen extensive use as an animal transport. It is equally evident that no service has ever been done on the truck and judging by the smell, no one has ever washed the car either…

After some problems getting the motor running, the PCs soon find themselves traveling south along the Nile, the moonlight glittering on its tranquil surface. The ride to Gezira Mohammed is about 35-40 minutes of rattling, as the shock absorbers have absolutely seen better days. Reaching the village, the road splits in two, with one going straight ahead and a side road leading away from the river. Asking an old man with a goat for directions, they turn onto the side road, where a large compound surrounded by huge cotton fields can be seen on the left side of the road after about 10 minutes. Two large barn-like buildings have their short sides towards the dirt road while a large, French architecture style mansion stands further back with its long side towards the road.


Omar Shakti’s mansion

As the PCs pass, many fellahin (workers) can be seen going about their business. The PCs drive by and decide to park the truck about a km up the road, where it cannot be seen from the mansion. Trekking back towards the mansion, the investigators meet an old man with some goats. The man looks funny at them but Slim manages to communicate (in bad Arabic) that they are tourists on their way back to Cairo. He also manages to ascertain that the estate they saw indeed belongs to Mr. Shakti’s. Assaulting the wrong place would be very uncool. Very.

As the PCs approach the place, they see many fellahin leaving the fields and walking towards the small village nearby. However many remain at the estate. After some reconnaissance, the PCs think that the left barn-like building is some kind of warehouse or barn while the right one seems to function as quarters for the workers, at least some of it.

The plan is to approach the house from the desert side and sneak into the compound undetected. As the adventurers come nearer, they realize that a guard is placed to the right of the house, next to an enclosure with what seems to be many goats. This probably means that there are other sentries spread over the estate. The new plan is to have Walter sneak over to the left barn and set the place ablaze to create a diversion.

Walter manages to reach the barn undetected and slips in. Inside, he realizes that this is the cotton warehouse and also where the cotton is washed and processed further. He manages to find some kerosene (by the smell of it) and after several attempts where he almost sets fire to himself (he’s more of an office explorer really), the dry cotton starts burning, producing thick black smoke. Walter sneaks out again.

Meanwhile, the others have snuck up to the mansion without getting noticed. When the fire in the cotton warehouse is noticed by a fellahin, the alarm is sounded and suddenly the entire workforce is out trying to assess the situation.

The PCs are skulking around the mansion, trying to find a way in when the front door open and an imposing man carrying a white cat emerges to assess the commotion. Slim, Hermann and Preben are posted at the right corner of the house (Slim has set up the Maxim and is ready to roll) while Carl and Walter are to the left of the entrance, on their way to the kitchen back door.


Mr. Shakti and Hetep the cat

Shakti has only come down the stairs when the PCs open up fire on him, shooting the man to shreds, as the cat jumps to the ground, transforming to some strange cat-demon creature, mostly resembling a fur-less, wrinkled lion walking on its hind legs! As it lunges for Slim & Co, it lashes out with a six-foot tongue in defense of it’s fallen master! The PCs manages to slay the creature with another volley of hot lead before it kills anyone. As it falls to the ground, it shrinks back to cat size and desiccates, leaving something resembling a cat mummy…

The shooting has alerted the fellahin and while some continue with trying to put out the fire, some produce firearms and starts shooting at the PCs! This includes the goat guard who attacks Slim from behind, but Preben takes him out with some well-placed shots.

As the shoot-out continues outside, Walter and Carl sneak into the house via the kitchen door, instantly killing a knife-wielding cook and then another guard as they advance through the mansion. However, they don’t find anything out of the ordinary.

Outside, more workers join the gunfight. The PCs outside are basically pinned down. Germain risks sneaking over to Shakti’s body, only to realize that the only thing left is Shakti’s bloodstained white linen suit and his fez. And next to him, the creepy cat mummy. The German sees something glinting in the suit and finds an old key on a silver chain which he greedily grabs…

And this is where we have to break for the evening. Don’t miss the next session of our Masks of Nyarlahotep game!

Action! Suspense! Bizarre humor! Mystery!

Be sure to follow A Fistful of d20’s continued struggle against the God of a Thousand Faces! 


Session 22 | Egypt | The Black Pharao cometh


The Black Pharao

Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

Absent this session

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt (in New York)

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats (in Egypt)

Link to background stories and portraits

Written under the influence of Huntress

Dahshur, Sunday, March 1st, 1925 | mid-day

The Black Pharao

Having had their arses handed to them by the pyramid dwellers, the investigators find themselves in a tight spot. Edward has managed to staunch the bleeding on both Slim and Carl. Carl is rather ok and can move by himself, but Slim is in bad shape and barely manages to drag himself along with the support of his friends. Mohammed has heard the kerfuffle and comes rushing up from the grave chamber where they found the secret door, panting from exertion, and the group immediately starts down the ramps to get out of the pyramid.

However, on the second ramp, there’s a portcullis blocking the way. Mohammed looks confused, stating that it wasn’t there a few minutes ago… With their combined efforts, using Edward’s rifle as a temporary scaffold, they manage to get past the portcullis, which slams back down with a loud metallic clang as Edward removes the gun.

As they make it down the circular stairway inside the pillar in the grave chamber the PCs since their salvation, but upon exiting the secret door they somehow find themselves back in front of the throne room of the Black Pharao!

An offer you can’t refuse…

The formerly stony wall that blocked the asymmetrical doorway is absent and the six strange blue flames are lit, bathing the chamber in a cold fluctuating light. It is also very obvious that someone, or rather something is sitting on the obsidian throne…


The Black Pharao

The air beside the imposing figure seems somehow distorted, almost as air above tarmac on a hot day. Atonal flute music can be heard from afar – or is it just in the investigator’s heads? But the worst is the stench of death and decay that surrounds the throne.

The Pharao then speaks. His lips cannot be seen to move, but he greets all the investigators by name, asking what their hearts desire most in the world, his voice seductive and dripping with honey and promise. All he asks in return is an insignificant token of respect from them – that they cease with this foolish quest of theirs and instead join him in servitude. If they do this little itsy-bitsy thing to prove their loyalty, they will be rewarded with anything that their hearts may desire – be it wealth, power, love or anything else…

I am sure that some of the PCs are severely tempted by the deity’s offer, but they all decide to courteously decline the offer.

No deal.


Le Pharaon Noir

The Black Pharao’s expression palpably changes to immense irritation and his tone grows cruel and mocking:

“-You are fools if you continue with these feeble efforts of yours. The gods that you defy are too powerful to be disturbed by the efforts of mere mortals such as yourselves. Unless you can be in three places at once, you have no hope of stopping the glory that is to come. We are legion. Like the hydra of legend, unless all of its heads are removed at once, the beast still lives.

Go you back to your puny lives and enjoy the short time that is left before the inevitable fate that is coming instead of continuing this doomed and pathetic struggle of yours.”

The Black Pharao waves his hand and images of the Carlyle Expedition in Africa appear as a hologram in the air. Kenyan bearers and expedition members can be seen going about their business in an African camp.

“-Look you, at the fate of those that came before you, and see how they prospered.”

Suddenly, winged creatures appear out of the sky, almost blotting out the sun. Screams of panic can be heard as the creatures attack. As people try to run, the earth opens up and wiry fanged creatures crawl up and attack! Even the trees seem to draw up their roots and join the carnage. All the expedition members along with their Kenyan staff are ripped to shreds in the most inimaginable ways.

The god laughs, a pitiless sound echoing through the confines of the store chamber.

“-Even the brave know their lot. All doors are closed to you; all your dreams are doomed; all your struggles are futile. You should have accepted my most generous offer.”

Even as he finishes the sentence, the god slowly fades away, leaving the investigators in the dark chamber.

“-Balls!” Carl curses as he realizes that the stone wall is back across the exit from the room.

Luckily, the PCs have their digging equipment with them. The bad thing is, that it will take days of uninterrupted work to work through that stone…

Sighing, Slim sits down on the obsidian throne, his face in his hands, while the others start hacking away at the stone in the light of electric torches and lanterns. Carl decides to take a few more photographs of the bas-reliefs, map and astronomy walls.


The hemispheric map

“-Might as well do something useful.” He mutters.

Suddenly the death stench is back and Slim is talking with a strange voice:

“-Are you still defiling my temple, fools? Since you are bound to my service, even if presently unwilling, I will extend my great benevolence and let you out”.

Slim gestures and the stone wall barring the way out disappears. Then the attorney slumps over and falls to the floor, unconscious. Everyone’s hand tattoo burns and tingles…

The investigators make a hasty retreat and don’t stop until they reach the exit from the pyramid. Outside, Abdul the pyramid guide wait, smoking a strong cigarette and keeping an eye out if the guards should return.

“-Fantastic eh? Abdul told you would get to see things that other tourists can’t see! But don’t you want to stay more? You’ve only been inside for ten minutes… And have you had an accident? Did you slip and fall? Very treacherous, those steps…”

The PCs realize that a very short time has elapsed outside the pyramid, while they have been in there for what seems to be hours.

Shaken to their very cores and wounded, our heroes demand to immediately go back to Dahshur to lick their wounds.

It’s early evening when they arrive at the hotel. After a quick meal and a refreshing shower, the PCs fall into bed, soon snoring away…

While showering, Slim realizes that most of his wounds are already healing well, but not with flesh and skin. Instead, the new tissue is comprised of snake scales, which now covers a fair bit of his body. Slim decides to write a letter to Father Shanuda, asking if the old priest knows anything of his unnatural condition and if there are any known cures.


Slim’s new style

Dahshur, Monday, March 2nd, 1925 | morning

The Brotherhood strikes back

Early the next morning Edward is awakened by something tapping on his window. In his underwear, he sleepily scoots over to the windows towards the street. It’s a bright sunny morning outside. Peering out, he sees a young boy throwing stones at his window. When the boy sees the big game hunter, he gestures that Edward should open the window. Edward draws the curtain aside and opens the window to lean out when he catches a glimpse of something in the dark window in the building across the street. Edward barely manages to throw himself to the floor as a hailstorm of bullets shatters the windows, shredding the wooden Venetian blinds and curtains, showering him with bits of brick and plaster! The staccato rhythm of machine gun fire keeps hammering his room to shishkebab as Edward tries to melt into the floor.

Suddenly the hail of lead cease but the shooting continues. Edward realizes that the shooters are rifling the next rooms, where Slim and Carl are!

Meanwhile, Slim is brutally awakened by machine gun fire, sitting up in bed in his pajamas and nightcap. As the first bullets smash his window, Slim manages to roll off the bed as the hail of lead demolishes his hotel room, sending feathers from the bedding into the air.

Carl is sitting on the toilet, half sleeping, as he hears bullets tear up his room, punching through the inner walls, showering him in broken tile and plaster. The journalist quickly crawls into the bathtub and assumes a fetal position, memories from the Great War coming back…

As Edward realizes that the attackers are shooting at his friends’ rooms, he crawls over to the wardrobe to retrieve his trusty rifle. Moving over to the window he risks peaking out, spotting the machine gunner behind what seems to be a Maxim gun! When there’s a short break in the firing he takes careful aim and fires two rapid shots. The shooting stops momentarily, only to start again as the second gunner takes place behind the machine gun. Before the gunner has the chance to realign his arc of fire, Edward fires again and hits the second gunner as well. This time the Maxim stays silent.


The Maxim machine gun

As the Maxim stops firing, the investigators gather in Slim’s room (they have three interconnecting rooms in a row) and quickly decide that they should take the fight to the bad guys and immediately run down the stairs. Early hotel patrons are shocked by the sight of three half-naked, dirty, armed and above all scruffy and unshaved men, dressed in pajamas and bathrobes, one with a towel wrapped around his head, running through the lobby, shouting and toting firearms…


The three Duderinos…

The building across the street is an old colonial building in a French style, once fancy, but now in a sorry state and under renovation. The PCs encounter no one as they ascend the stairs and enter the 4th floor, which should correspond to their rooms across the street. Advancing with caution, they soon find the shooters’ room. Inside, two black-clad men lie in pools of blood on the floor, hit by Edward’s high caliber rounds. An old English war era Maxim stands on a tripod with an ammo box beside.

As the PCs enter the room, they hear the commotion on the street outside and police sirens in the distance. A quick search of the men reveals nothing more than that they have inverted ankh tattoos on their left forearms and that they are of Egyptian or Middle Eastern origin. Probably members of the Black Brotherhood.

The PCs decide that they could use a Maxim gun and grab the gun, tripod and ammo box before leaving the place. Down on the street level, it is chaos, and they try to look inconspicuous while hiding the hardware under their bathrobes (as much as possible at least), while skulking into a side street where they hide the Maxim and the ammo box in a smelly dumpster close to the back door of hotel restaurant “Kazaz”.

The police arrive just as the three dudes step back into the hotel, putting on their most innocent “victim-of-a-crime” looks.

While the police officers are investigating the crime scene in the PC:s rooms, they are interviewed by Sergeant George Thorgood of the Dahshur Police. The interview is very cursory and it’s evident that Thorgood has no suspicions about the investigators. He rather suspects that one of the many anti-British insurgent groups that have formed after Egypt was returned to Egyptian rule in 1922 is behind the terror attack. Illegal organizations like “The Egyptian Peoples Front (EPF)” or “The Front of the Egyptian People (FEP)” has been known to attack English subjects or foreigners before, but maybe not on this scale.

The hotel manager is most apologetic and arranges for new, suite-like lodgings for the poor tourists so that they can rest and freshen up.

Realizing that his skin condition now has become very hard to conceal, Slim calls for Mohammed and asks the guide if he can get him a Bedouin desert outfit so that he can hide his face.


Slim’s new outfit


Back to Cairo

Not wishing to remain in Dahshur after the vicious attacks, the investigators immediately pack their things, including retrieving the hastily hidden Maxim machine gun, and return to Cairo by felouk, arriving in the early evening.

Back in Shepherd’s in Cairo, they meet up with H.P Rennfarth, who has researched the last known address of Warren Besart, reputed to be Roger Carlyle’s man in Cairo. The PC:s decide to pay the man a visit the same evening.

The French Connection

Mohammed informs them that Monseigneur Besart’s address is located in Darb el-Ahmar (The Red Alley) area in the Old City, near a bazaar along the Sharia Muezzeddin Allah. The address that Rennfarth got from the police is The Red Door, Street of Scorpions.


In the Bazaar…

With the aid of Mohammed, the PC:s quickly manages to locate the Street of Scorpions, a dingy side street near the Bazaar. There is only one red door on the street, which opens up to a second-rate clothing store, run by a Mr. Abou Udhreh, who swears on his life that only he lives at this address and that he has never heard of Mr. Besart.

Slim notices that the man seems nervous, and that he constantly glances at a bead curtain at the back of the shop. When pressed, the man gives up the charade, showing the way to Besart’s lodgings. Behind the curtain, there’s a short corridor, ending in a green door.

Inside, a man is snoring loudly on a dirty mattress on the floor. The room reeks of neglect, alcohol and hashish smoke. As the investigators enter, the man wakes up, asking if they have some hashish or opium for him.


Warren Besart

It is clear that the man is European. He is tall with blonde hair and beard, but his hard life has taken a serious toll on him and he looks much older than he actually is.

After promising the man some money, Besart tells them his story in a French accent, sometimes reverting to French or gutter Arabic (see Handout #31).

In short:

  • He was hired by Roger Carlyle to purchase some illegal antiques from a local dealer, Faraz Najir and then ship the items to Sir Aubrey Penhew in London.
  • When the Carlyle Expedition arrived in Egypt, it was Besart that arranged with digging permits and equipment.
  • The Expedition’s main dig site was Dahshur, in the area of the Bent Pyramid.
  • After a while at Dahshur, Carlyle, Masters, Sir Aubrey, and Dr. Huston disappeared while exploring the Bent Pyramid. The diggers left as they said that a curse was upon them. When the expedition members returned, they had changed, and not to the better.
  • The same evening an old Egyptian woman, mother of one of the diggers, came to Besart and said that Carlyle and the others had consorted with a great evil known as the Messenger of the Black Wind and that all were doomed except myself and Jack Brady. If he wanted proof, she said, he should go to the Collapsed Pyramid at Meidum at the time when the moon is slimmest, the night before the dark of the moon.
  • Besart took one of the trucks and went to Meidum, hiding in the sand dunes, where he witnessed a mass ritual led by Carlyle and the others. The desert itself came alive and strange creatures emerged from the sands, devouring all but the Europeans and one more robed cultist. Then arrived yet another five-headed creature and devoured all the hundred dead, leaving only the cultist leaders in the blood-soaked sands.
  • After this, Besart fainted. When he woke up he was alone and started walking in the desert, only to stumble upon a field of sphinxes, ready to devour the world. At the sight, Besart fainted again.
  •   A man and his mother then had found the mindless Besart in the desert. They took him home and nursed him back to some semblance of health over the next two years. However, every night he has nightmares and now the only thing that keeps him sane is the drugs.
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Warren Besart tries to get away from the images in his head

The PC:s realize that the man has utterly lost his mind and that he now only lives for his next fix. Unable to do much more for the poor man, they give him a wad of Egyptian Piastres and leave him to his fate.

Back at the hotel, the PCs read up on the local news and find that The Cairo Bulletin might be a good place to look for further clues regarding the Carlyle Expedition’s whereabouts during their stay in Egypt.

Cairo, Monday, March 2nd, 1925 | morning

Cairo Bulletin

After breakfast, the investigators visit the most serious English language newspaper – The Cairo Bulletin, where they are received by a Mr. Nigel Wassif, head journalist and chief editor.




Mr. Nigel Wassif

Over a small cup of sweet and strong coffee, the PC:s explain what information they are searching for. The journalist turns out to be quite helpful, the main points being (full info see Clue #31c):

  • The Expedition arrives in Cairo in May 1919.
  • Digging is begun in Giza, they moved to Saqqara and finally Dahshur, looking for sites from the 3rd dynasty.
  • In July 1919 the expedition suddenly embarked for Mombasa, Kenya.
  • The expedition leaders met with Omar Shakti, a powerful Cairene businessman on several occasions. Wassif can’t hide how much he dislikes Shakti.
  • Another Penhew funded expedition, the Clyde Expedition, is in Egypt right now and are excavating in Giza, where they recently discovered a new mummy, thought to be Queen Nitocris, a mysterious figure from the 6th dynasty. However, both the sarcophagus and mummy was stolen from a very well guarded site and police investigations have come up with no leads.
  • Regarding info on the Clive Expedition, a Dutchman named Janwillem Vanheuvelen might know more. He was fired by Dr. Clive in relation to the theft of the mummy, allegedly based on accusations of alcoholism and incompetence. The man is still rumored to be in Cairo since he did not have the funds to go back to Europe.

The Mosque of Ibn-Tulun

After visiting the newspaper, the PC:s go to the Mosque of Ibn Tulun, to find out what secret they are hiding that the Black Brotherhood wants to steal, according to Faraz Najir. The mosque is located a half mile west of the Citadel of Saladin, and almost next to the City of the Dead, and is the oldest complete mosque in Cairo.


Aerial view of the Mosque of Ibn Tulun

Knocking on the main entrance door, it is answered by a young mosque attendant, who informs the visitors that none of the ulama (learned scholars of Islam) is available for a meeting, and then shuts the door without further ado.


Mosque of Ibn Tulun

Knocking again, Edward has come up with a plan to get access. Starting anew, he quickly informs the attendant that they are here to make a monetary contribution in the form of a donation to help with repair of the old mosque. This gets the attention of the attendant, and they are invited to meet with the nazir (the person who manages civil matters as well as religious duties) of the mosque – a certain Achmed Zehavi. The PC:s are led inside the mosque proper, and into a house that is actually situated outside the mosque, but must be entered from the inside of the mosque, where the civil offices are situated.


Achmed Zehavi – Nazir of Ibn Tulun

And this is where we leave the investigators when they have just entered the office of the nazir of Ibn Tulun.

Action! Suspense! Bizarre humor! Mystery!

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Session 21 | Egypt | In dust we trust



The Carlyle Expedition

Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Absent this session

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats

Link to background stories and portraits

Written under the influence of Ghost

Ashmunayn (Hermopolis), Friday, February 27th, 1925 | middle of the night

Part One: Sanctum of the Watcher

Desert night

After having delivered a proper beating, trying to coerce the truth from the two men both claiming to be the real colleague and friend of the murdered Coptic priest Butrus Al-Qusi, the PCs decide to distrust both of them.


Night in the desert

After some argumentation about their next move, they decide to bring both men, bound and gagged, to the ruins in the desert just north of the town. There, they hope that the truth will be revealed…


Temple ruins

The streets of the small town are eerily quiet at in contrast to the constant daytime bustle and the party manages to sneak out of town undetected (or so they think at least).

The field of ruins are located some 3-400 meters just north of town and are completely dark, most of the low structures still standing covered in sand. The prisoners are pushed before the investigators, who have told Father Shanuda to show the way. Mikhay’el hobbles along, seemingly subdued. The man keeps trying to talk, looking into the darkness on either side of the path, but only muffled sounds emerge from his gagged mouth. After a while, Edward silences him with a backhand slap.

After a while, Shanuda nods to the right (east), towards a shallow depression where the sand has blown away, revealing the remains of what looks to have been a temple of sorts. Only the flagstones and a few low walls and pillars remain.  Two baboon-like statues stand guard at the far end of the area.


Baboon statue at Hermopolis

The prisoners are struck to the floor, kneeling in the sand, as the investigators discuss their next move. It is decided that they will trust Father Shanuda as his story feels more accurate. Shanuda is liberated from his bonds and asked for forgiveness.

The Ritual

The old priest tells the PCs to drag a feebly protesting Mikhay’el to the center of the flagstone floor and requests the dagger. He then proceeds with asking the PCs to move back ten paces and tells them to look away, no matter what they hear.

To the light of a single kerosene lantern, Shanuda uses the dagger to draw a large circle in the sand around Mikhay’el and starts scribbling strange glyphs inside and outside the circle, while chanting a strange tune in some kind of old-fashioned Arabic.

The air seems to fill with a peculiar humming sound as a vortex of starts swirling inside the circle, dragging up sand particles, forming a small sand tornado around Mikhay’el, drowning out his terrified screams (yes, of course, some of the PCs looked… luckily their SAN checks were successful…).

After a while, the temperature seems to increase markedly and something materializes in the vortex. Shanuda holds up the dagger with two hands, seemingly communicating with the creature. The creature then grabs the sandblasted and screaming Mikhay’el and they both disappear in a puff of sand as everything returns to normal as the sand settles on the ground.


The Vortex creature


 Into the catacombs

Shanuda then cuts his hand, dripping blood in the sand, calling out loud:

“-Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl ghuul’fhtagn!”

Shadows start moving in the darkness around the explorers, moving closer in silence. Four bizarre creatures enter the flagstone floor, communicating with Shanuda in guttural archaic Arabic. The old man holds out the dagger as a holy symbol of power and the creatures bow to him.


The desert creatures

“-Quick! Follow them. They will show the way to the Temple of Thoth!”

The creatures move silently over the sand, deeper into the ruins, before stopping in front of a pile of tumbled-down stones. There, behind the pile, a small dark opening can be seen…


The cave opening

One of the creatures quickly climbs in (Keeper note: They move Gollum-style) while the remaining three stay outside.

After a 15-meter down-sloping and narrow passage through rock, the passage gets taller so that the PCs can almost stand upright, and stairway cut in the rock leads down into the dark. The PCs have electrical torches and a kerosene lantern for light.

The humanoid creature scuttles through endless passages with great haste and the PCs have a hard time to keep up. Carl has the mental presence to mark their way by drawing with a chalk-like stone as they move further into the structure. It is evident that no one has been here for a very long time. No one human at least…

At one point they hear what sound like running water and the walls of the passage has watermarks on them. Other places they feel like someone is watching them.

The Obsidian Man

After what seems to be an eternity in darkness and after having descended two more stairways, the creature reaches a more elaborate entrance and stops, pointing to the entrance. It’s a triangular entrance to what appears to be a man-made structure. A straight stairway leads further down into what appears to be some sort of temple. First, they enter two pillared ante-rooms, complete with Egyptian style wall murals. Then, after a long and plain corridor, they enter the main sanctum – a large pillared room, all in smooth black stone. The far end of the room is dominated by a large statue of a faceless black sphinx.


The Black Sphinx

The investigators study the room in awe, as Father Shanuda beckons them to start the ceremony to lift the curse of the dagger. He asks Edward to kneel in front of the Sphinx and starts chanting, waving the dagger in a repeating pattern.

Suddenly, a presence is felt in the room. An obsidian man, all dressed in black has entered.


The Obsidian Man

“-I see that you have returned my dagger. How considerate of you. Now, leave me the dagger and I assure you free passage out of my domain.”

They all hear the words, uttered in perfect Oxford English. However, no one can recall seeing the man’s lips move. Father Shanuda looks terrified but is only momentarily disturbed as he continues the ritual.

After a moment’s hesitation, all the other investigators pull out their firearms and starts shooting at the Obsidian Man, but the bullets just stop and hover a few meters from the man as he steps closer…

Father Shanuda finishes the ritual by calling the name of El Shaddai and stabs the dagger into the stone of the sphinx, shattering the blade in a flash of green light.

Suddenly, the Obsidian Man is gone. The only sound in the room emanating from the red-hot bullets as they drop to the stone floor with a clatter…

It all feels like waking from a dream, but the investigators all remember the same things and one by one they also realize that they have a new tattoo on the back of their left hands…


The hand tattoo

Then the PCs head north-west into the complex, where they find a long corridor sloping upwards. Sensing the possibility of finding an alternative exit, the PCs decide to follow the corridor, which leads steadily up for about 500 meters, before exiting in a small, cool cave.

Nope. Not in Kansas anymore…

Outside, it’s daylight. The cave is situated on a stone knoll in the middle of a vast sea of red sand. There is no Ashmunayn or River Nile anywhere to be seen, nor any other familiar landmarks.


Looking out of the cave

“-Balls!” Carl curses, as he realizes that he has no idea of where they are.

At a distance, a camel caravan can be seen, moving slowly between the dunes.


The caravan moving past

The investigators decide to talk to the caravan people and start trekking across the sand hot sand dunes, waving at the caravan. When they see the PCs approach, the caravan stops and waits for them.

As they walk across the red sea of sand, the PCs realize that their clothes and gear has somehow transformed to more antique versions of what they used to have. Rifles have become crossbows, pistols have tuned into intricately curved daggers. And their clothes resemble what they see on the caravan members.


Carl in his new outfit


Some of the caravan folks

Coming closer, the PCs notice that the caravan consists of both women, men and children, all dressed in peculiar outfits. The leader, an old man with sun-bitten skin hails them and offers some sweet tea of unknown origin.


The caravanserai leader, Elharai

He’s speaking a strange language but curiously enough, the investigator’s seem to understand what he says and likewise, they seem proficient in this mysterious language.

They soon learn that they are in the Desert of Cuppar-Nombo and that the caravan is en route to the great City of Cuppar-Nombo to trade, and offers them to travel with the caravan.

After the initial silence, followed by dropped chins and open mouths, the investigators decide to try to back-track their steps and find their way back to the Temple of the Watcher. After thanking Mr. Elharai, they begin their journey back towards the stony hill that they emerged from. Despite some disagreement on exactly which hill they came from, they eventually find their way back to the cave.

The entrance into the underground is still there and after some 500 meters going down the stone ramp, they enter the underground sanctum once again. Curiously, their gear has also changed back to what it used to be…

Pathways into darkness

After these mystifying events, the PCs decide to investigate the temple further before returning to the world above. Beyond the main temple room, they find a series of old cells, three of them inhabited by totally insane wreckages of persons. Probably poor victims that have been kidnapped for some obscure cult use. The PCs decide to leave them where they are and return to save them at some point later, as they can’t lug around these people under their current predicament. (GM note: Yeah right, that’s some serious rationalization right there)

They also find what appears to be a room for cult priests, complete with black robes and occult tomes. After a quick scan, the PCs take three dusty and evil-looking books:

  • Cultes des Goules (French)
  • Al Azif (Archaic Arabic)
  • Kitab al-Stiwah (handwritten in Archaic Arabic / Hebrew)

There is also a small shrine-like room, with a 1.2 m statue of the Black Pharaoh.


The statue in the shrine

As they search the temple, the PCs realize that the structure is quite large and decide to return to the surface, lest they run off their light sources or worse. They can always come back at another time to investigate the rest of the complex and save the prisoners…

They follow the markings that Carl so foreseeably made on the way down. Upon exiting from the temple, the creature that showed them the way down is nowhere to be found and the passages are quiet like a tomb…




As they slowly navigate back the way they came, the investigators realize that someone or something is following them. Always out of sight, just a hint of something moving in the dark, disappearing into a side passage…

Trudging on steadily, it seems like this something is joined by others and by the time the PCs reach the exit, they are watched by a large number of creatures, just like the one that showed them the way, to begin with. The creatures keep their distance, though.

They gather outside the exit, on the flagstones where Mikhay’el (or maybe rather Khalid) was carried away by the thing that Father Shanuda conjured forth.

Father Shanuda takes farewell of the group, saying that his work now is done, as the Dagger of Thoth is destroyed and Edward is free from the curse. The old priest tells them to seek him out in the Monastery of St. Pakomios if they ever should need help or if they need healing or just sanctuary from the forces of evil.

The first rays of the sun appear on the horizon as our dead tired heroes walk back to civilization. After a stiff drink in Slim’s room (even Muhammed has one to calm his nerves), they all pass out in their beds and are carried off to the Land of Sleep…


Ashmunayn (Hermopolis), Saturday, February 28th, 1925 | morning

Part Two: The Black Pharaoh

To Dahshur

Tired and worn after the night’s events, the investigators have an early breakfast at the hotel, pack their gear and head down to the Nile, their intent to sail downriver to Dahshur, where the Carlyle Expedition was said to have performed excavations. Before they board the felouk, the PCs visit the market to buy thin goat leather gloves to hide their strange hand tattoos. The gloves smell of goat cheese but do their intended job well.

Since the old felouk is gone, Muhammed arranges for passage with another, equally jovial river captain. Sadly, there’s no tulumbe served on this leg of the journey. The boat trip downriver is uneventful and takes about the whole day, so the PCs get ample opportunity to rest more.


Dahshur during the flood in 1924

In the late afternoon, they reach Dahshur, where they first locate a reasonable hotel (The Sakkara) where they can stay. As it turns out, Dahshur is more tourist-oriented than Ashmunayn, so finding accommodation isn’t hard. After a meal, lots of water and a quick late siesta, the PCs go to the local market to acquire some digging gear to function as props, as they are going to act like they are on an archaeologic expedition in order to blend in.


Archaeologist disguise…

When they arrive at the local market, most stalls are closed or are closing up. Nightfall is early this time of year (sunset is approximately 6 p.m). Despite trying their best in the baksheesh scene and even employing kind manners, the investigators fail to find an open shop. From a lingering shop proprietor, they learn that the pyramids are now closed for the night and that they open again tomorrow morning at 10 o’clock.

The rest of the evening is spent recuperating at the hotel or reading up on the pyramids in the area. There are two pyramids near Dahshur – the Red Pyramid and the Bent Pyramid. However, it’s not really clear where the Penhew Expedition had their dig site.

Dahshur, Sunday, March 1st, 1925 | morning

At the pyramids


Breakfast in style…

After a luxurious breakfast in the shadow of the pyramids, the investigators return to the souk to shop digging gear and other equipment “to blend in”.

There are tourist camel riding tours to the Dahshur Necropolis, but the PCs decide to go by car, which leaves them among the rest of the tourists at the base of the Red Pyramid.


Camel pyramid tours



They are immediately accosted by men, all claiming to be the best guide around. Among the djellaba-clad guides, one man stands out in his black suit. Abdul the guide turns out to be quite knowledgeable in English and better yet – his brother-in-law works as a pyramid guard, and Abdul promises them access to areas “not usually open to the public”.


Abdul the Necropolis guide

The Red Pyramid

The investigators decide to begin with the Red Pyramid. The imposing structure was built by Sneferu, probably after he built the Bent Pyramid, which was, well, a little bent…


The Red Pyramid

Armed policemen monitor the number of people going in and out of the pyramid to ensure that not too many enter at once. The entrance to the pyramid is reached by a rickety wooden stairway consisting of 125 steps, as it is situated at above ground level.


The layout of the Red Pyramid

Inside, a 63 m downward-sloping corridor leads to three interior chambers: two antechambers with 12 m high corbelled vaults and a 15 m high burial chamber with a corbelled ceiling. Human remains, perhaps those of Sneferu himself, were found here, but are long gone and the chambers are empty.


The downward sloping corridor


The inner chamber with the corbelled ceiling

The silent stone chambers are imposing, but nothing out of the ordinary is found in the Red Pyramid.

The Bent Pyramid


The Bent Pyramid

A bit disappointed, the PCs decide to walk the 1 km path to the Bent Pyramid instead. Abdul takes them safely to the North entrance, where guards are posted.


Egyptian policemen

The northern entrance is also situated a bit above ground level, and an old wooden stairway has been built for the tourists. Like the Red Pyramid, there’s a down-sloping corridor that leads below ground level. The corridor ends in a 12.5 m high chamber with a corbelled ceiling. There is also a side tunnel leading to yet another chamber actually situated even lower.


The Bent Pyramid interior plan

Interesting as it is, the PCs find nothing out of the ordinary in the northern chamber system. As they exit the darkness, Abdul mentions that there’s a western entrance as well, leading to a separate set of chambers, but that it’s closed to the public due to the many accidents that have taken place there. Obviously, the investigators want to see this as well and Abdul helps with bribing the single guard there with 10 USD to “go have a pause with his colleagues on the north side”.

The West entrance

The west entrance is also located up the face of the pyramid. No stairs are built here so the PCs have to climb up.


The western entrance

Entry is blocked off by a pair of metal doors held in place by wooden planks. A wooden hand-painted sign says “Entrance forbidden” in several languages. Like that is going to deter any investigators. It’s an easy task to break loose the boards and open the door.

Inside, it’s dark and musky. Armed with flashlights and a kerosene lamp, the PCs enter while Abdul stays behind to guard the door.


3D-sketch of the two western chambers

There’s a down-sloping corridor that leads below ground level. In two places raised portcullises are placed and the corridor ends in a 12.5 m high chamber with a corbelled ceiling. There is also a side tunnel leading to yet another chamber actually situated even lower below ground. Scholars believe that this second burial chamber was maybe intended for the Sneferu’s queen Heterpheres. The main burial chamber is unremarkable except for two unusually thick alabaster columns in the back of the room. After some closer study, the PCs find what appears to be a secret door in the right column. It’s almost too easy to open… As a precaution, Mohammed stays in the burial chamber.

Inside the column, a 20-step spiral stone staircase leads up to a chamber, from which a series of ramps ascends almost to the capstone of the structure.


Inside the Bent Pyramid

The ramps end in a chamber with triangular asymmetrical archway leading to a large elaborately decorated throne room.

The Throne Room

The large chamber is dominated by a black obsidian throne on a raised dais. The throne is encrusted in myriad unknown gems that sparkle in the torchlight. Six 1.5 m high pillars line the walls, each with a large blue gem on the top.

On the wall behind the throne, a there’s a bas-relief with common Egyptian and other unknown glyphs. To the left, two large bas-reliefs depict what seems to be a star chart and a smaller chart of the Solar system with the planets in specific positions. In the star chart, the PCs can identify Aldebaran and Fomalhaut but not the other stars. To the right, the bas-relief shows a distorted hemispheric map of Earth, with Eurasia, Africa, Australia and the Western Pacific. Geographical features like mountains and rivers are easily recognizable, but no nations or cities are shown. Three uncut rubies form an elongated triangle, marking points in central Kenya, Western Australia, and in the East China Sea. An inlaid ebony band marks an arc crossing the Indian Ocean.

Carl produces his trusty camera and starts taking photographs of the walls and the room’s features. As the other investigators are trying to take all in, Edward decides to try to pry loose one of those huge gems atop the pillars. The second he puts his knife between the pillar and gem, it lights up, burning with a strange blue flame. As the big game hunter backs away, another gem also lights up. And another. And another…

The PCs realize that something is happening and starts bolting for the exit almost as a single-cell organism. As they near the archway, a rumble is heard and a massive stone wall starts forming, blocking the exit!

Before it’s fully formed, our heroes manage to exit the throne room, standing scared shitless and panting outside the now massive stone wall blocking off the throne room.

It is then that the monsters attack!


Pyramid creatures

Seemingly out of the stone, four creatures manifest in the chamber and they immediately assault the PCs with razor-sharp claws and fanged maws. The battle is short but very brutal. At first, the PCs manage to damage two of the creatures. Their luck runs out, however. Slim is bitten over the neck and shoulder, and raked across the face and throat, sending him to the brink of death. Carl takes a vicious claw wound to the chest and side, sending him unconscious. Luckily, Edward manages to kill the remaining creatures before they hurt him badly as well.

While Edward is giving his friends first aid, he shouts for help from Mohammed…

GM note: Slim was wounded below 0 hp and started bleeding out while Carl was wounded to 0 hp. Luckily, Edward managed two successful First Aid rolls in a row and saved Slim’s life while getting Carl back to an agonizing consciousness… 

And this is where we leave the investigators. In the darkness inside the Bent Pyramid, badly wounded and half mad from terror…

Action! Suspense! Humor! Mystery!

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Session 20 | Egypt | Death on the Nile

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Visions of Egypt

Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Absent this session

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats

Link to background stories and portraits

Cairo, Friday, February 27th, 1925 | shortly before noon

A visit to the Egyptian Museum

When Muhammed and H.P are away doing their tasks, the rest of the party decide to follow up the Cairo lead that they found in the Miskatonic University Library. Apparently, Dr. Ali Kafour, an expert on the time of the Black Pharao, works in the Egyptian Museum. Maybe he can shed some more light on the case at hand?


The Egyptian Museum in Cairo

The museum is situated just north of the Kasr el-Nil bridge (Great Nile Bridge) on the east side of the Nile and is only a short cab ride away from the hotel. The building is truly massive and beyond doubt houses the most comprehensive collection of Egyptian antiques in the world. After paying the entrance fee of 10 Egyptian Piastres, our heroes enter the huge halls of the museum.


Dignitaries visit the museum

Cairo and district, Egypt. The Egyptian Museum. Interior show...

The main hall

After some asking around at various desks, the investigators are shown to the 2nd floor, where they are asked to wait in a small reception room. After some 30 minutes, they are shown into an office where a small bespectacled man sits behind a huge desk laden with books and documents.

“-Welcome gentlemen. I am Dr. Ali Kafour. How can I be of assistance?”


Dr. Ali Kafour

The investigators extend their thanks for agreeing to see them and says that they are sent to investigate what happened to the Carlyle Expedition. Dr. Kafour seems intrigued by this and over the next hour or so our heroes learn the following:

On the Carlyle Expedition

  • Dr. Kafour believes that the Carlyle Expedition discovered a secret about the Black Pharao and that this led to their demise in Kenya.
  • Sir Aubrey Penhew had long studied the Black Pharaoh and Kafour and Penhew had discussed the topic many times and traded research information.
  • However, last time Sir Aubrey was in Egypt, he did not seek out his old friend and colleague Dr. Kafour. When Kafour heard that Sir Aubrey was in the country, he traveled to the dig site near Dhashur but was rudely rebuffed by Sir Ayúbrey. Kafour recalls changes in the man – he seemed physically younger and his emotional disposition had changed to withdrawn, aloof and strangely malicious.

On the Black Pharaoh in history 

  • In the late 3rd Dynasty, when Pharaoh Zoser ruled a there came a mighty sorcerer known as Nephren-Ka to Egypt, bringing madness and death to those he willed at a flick of his finger. The story says that he came from dreaded Irem, ancient City of Pillars, deep in the desert sands of Arabia.
  • Nephren-Ka worshiped an old foul god – the Black Pharao, and soon they became as one, and now no one can distinguish their deeds and legends.
  • Nephren-Ka and Zoser fought long over control of the realm. However, no records from this time remain today.
  • For a time, the Black Pharaoh ruled over the peoples of the Nile, but at last Sneferu arose, founding the 4th Dynasty and with the aid of the goddess Isis he fought and brought down the Black Pharao, restoring the land from evil.
  • Legend says that Sneferu built a mighty pyramid to contain the still magical body of the Black Emperor, but the structure collapsed even as Sneferu was building a second pyramid. The Collapsed Pyramid is situated at what now is Meidum. The second pyramid is the Bent Pyramid at Dhashur. Records indicate that Nephren-Ka’s remains were moved from the Collapsed Pyramid to the Bent Pyramid. However, explorations at both pyramids have failed to substantiate this. No trace of the Black Pharao has been discovered at either site.
  • Legend also says that Sneferu built yet another pyramid at Dhashur, the Red Pyramid, to guard Dhashur, lest Nephren-Ka should rise from the dead.
  • Pharao Sneferu also ordered all traces of the Black Pharao stricken from the land, killing worshippers of the Black Pharao in the process. Legends say that remaining worshippers fled south, into the hideous swamps beyond the Sudan river.
  • The book also mentions that in the 6th Dynasty, Queen Nitocris was suspected of being in league with a new cult of the Black Pharao, but evidence of this is at best sporadic and much debated among scholars of Egyptology.
  • Finally, the book mentions that Nephren-Ka (or the Black Pharao) sometimes was known under the name of Neyar-Hotep.

On the legends of the Black Pharaoh

  • Some say that he was but one god out of a whole pantheon of abominable deities dedicated to chaos and madness, more ancient than the gods of Egypt.
  • Nephren-Ka was said to possess a huge beast, of which the Sphinx at Giza is only a small, inaccurate representation.
  • The voice of Nephren-Ka is said to have been carried throughout the land within a black wind, which could destroy at his whim.
  • There is a prophecy that implies that the Black Pharaoh will arise anew “fingers and toes after the Great Good One”. This has been interpreted as meaning 20 centuries after Jesus. It is also said that this will mark the beginning of a new age, destined to bring the end of mankind’s dominance on Earth and to bring freedom and truth to the followers of the Black Pharaoh.
  • Man-like but inhuman followers of the Black Pharaoh were said to lurk underground in the deserts, occasionally waylaying passers-by.
  • The Great Sphinx at Giza is said to have an important function in the hideous rituals once held by the evil Queen Nitocris.

On what Dr. Kafour believes

  • The Black Pharaoh and Nephren-Ka once existed, as did the pantheon of malicious pre-Egyptian gods. He calls them the Elder Gods and says that they are led by the Demon Sultan Azathoth.
  • Dr. Kafour has seen servitors of these gods in the desert and knows for a fact that the Brotherhood of the Black Pharaoh does exist in present-day Egypt, though he knows nothing of its organization, leaders or activities.
  • He also suspects that the worship of the Black Pharaoh is growing in other parts of Africa. For example, he has heard of a cult called the Bloody Tongue in British Kenya. Apparently, this cult worships a monstrous deity which is another aspect of the Black Pharaoh.

On Queen Nitocris

  • The unidentified mummy that was stolen from the Clive Expedition at Giza was undoubtedly the remains of that beautiful and deadly ruler.
  • She was rumored to have been buried alive, but no trace was found until the Clive Expedition uncovered the secret room in the smallest of the Great pyramids.
  • How or why she was stolen he does not know, but he thinks that the theft relates to the prophesized return of the Black Pharaoh.

On the Penhew Foundation

  • Dr. Kafour has always respected Sir Aubrey, director Edward Gavigan and the efforts of the Penhew Foundation. However, since Sir Aubrey died there has been 10 Foundation expeditions to Egypt, and among them, there has been at least 20 deaths, numerous disappearances, several suicides, and one certified case of madness. Most have followed the same pattern of paranoid secrecy, erratic excavation and bizarre incidents that was set by the Carlyle Expedition.


When the investigators ask about Ashmunayn and the Dagger of Thoth, Dr. Kafour refers them to guest researcher colleague of his, Dr. Alfredo Monteverdi, who is most proficient in those areas. Originally from Italy, Dr. Monteverdi is a world-renowned Egyptologist and a friend of the late Dr. von Petersdorf, and even contributed to the latter’s book, The Antiquity of the Egyptian Religion before von Petersdorf’s tragic demise.


Dr. Monteverdi

Below is a summary of the main points of that discussion.

On Ashmunayn

The current city of Ashmunauyn is located right next to the ruins of the ancient Egyptian city and cult center of Hermopolis (as the Greeks called it) or Khemennu (as the Egyptians called it).  In ancient times this was a great center of learning and both Plato and Pythagoras studied there. Khemennu was sacred to the god Thoth.

On Thoth

Thoth was known as the “counter of the stars” and “the self-created one to whom none hath given birth”. Thoth is also associated with the Greek god Hermes and is known in Egyptian mythology as the messenger of the gods as well as a god of knowledge and writing. In the middle age and renaissance, magicians and wizards attributed Hermes (i.e. Thoth) as the father of all magical knowledge as well. The secret book Corpus Hermeticorm (The Works of Hermes) from the 2nd century was a book of magical formulae supposedly written by Hermes/Thoth himself and came to form the basis of many magical grimoires for centuries to come.

On sacred animals

There were two animals sacred to Thoth – the Ibis and the Baboon (or as it was called the “dog-headed ape”) and it was believed that Thoth would assume the form of a baboon when he incarnated on Earth. The baboons braying or reacting to the moon was taken as the baboons were talking to Thoth.

On the Dagger of Thoth

Contrary to Dr. Kafour, Dr. Monteverdi does not believe in the current worship of ancient evil gods. He does believe that such worship has existed, but not anymore. He does, however, know about the legends about the Dagger of Thoth:

  • The dagger is rumored to have magic powers
  • It was used as a ritual dagger to sacrifice unbelievers by slitting the throat and stomach before being used to remove the heart
  • The Dagger can be used to open a gate to summon Thoth (together with the correct ritual of course)
  • The Dagger can also be used to banish Thoth (again, together with the correct ritual)
  • The Dagger is also said to be the only weapon that could harm Thoth physically

River Cruise

When everyone has returned from their respective tasks, the investigators meet up with Mr. Mikhay’el Sufuyani, pack a few duffle bags with gear and go to the riverside pier, and the small felouk that Muhammed has arranged for them.


The felouk

To decrease the risk of detection, Muhammed has chartered the boat privately. The boat turns out to be very plain, a fact that makes the snob in Slim Shady cringe with ill-concealed disgust.

“-I will surely get fleas or whatever on this river canoe…”


Hakim, felouk skipper

The skipper, Hakim, is a jovial and friendly man and he has even arranged for a textile sunscreen in the aft of the boat.


On the way towards Ashmunayn

The small boat makes good speed due to favorable wind conditions, but the trip takes the whole day in demand and the investigators arrive in Ashmunayn late in the evening. All that they have had to eat was tulumbe (i.e. fat and sugar) that Hakim’s wife had made, together with sweet mint tea.



Map Cairo - Ashmunayn_LI

The trip to Ashmunayn


The docks of the small town of Ashmunayn is rather busy despite the late hour. Muhammed inquires about lodgings and learns that there is only one hotel in town – Le Grand Hotel. It is only a short walk and soon the PCs are greeted welcome by the owner, Mr. Yusuf.


Mr. Yusuf, proprietor of Le Grand Hotel

Despite its fancy name, it is evident that the hotel has put its glory days in the past. Mr. Yusuf however, welcomes the effendis as royalty, and one can suspect that he expects to be paid the same way.


Ashmunayn, the main street

After washing up and settling in their rooms, the PCs gather at a small restaurant for food. It’s simple grilled lamb and vegetables, but anything feels luxurious after their previous tulumbe diet…

After dinner, the investigators plan to withdraw to the hotel for some well-deserved rest, but as we shall see there is no rest for the wicked…


Dining in style!


The Lemonade Man

After dinner, the PCs order strong coffee, which really gets the bowels working. When Carl gets up to get to the men’s room (it’s not really a room, more a shed in the back, with a hole in the ground and a bucket for washing afterward) he is approached by a man carrying a large waterskin.

“-Lemonade, effendi?”

Carl says no, but the man still follows him all the way to the toilet. When no one else can observe, the man grabs Carl’s arm and says in perfect Oxford English:


The Lemonade Man

“-I am no lemonade salesman or beggar and I don’t want your money. I am Father Abba Shanuda and I am a friend and colleague of Butrus. The man you are with, no matter what name he goes by, is not of our Order, but is, on the contrary, high in the counsels of the Evil Ones, Khalid Abd Al-Azi. He has lured you here for the sole purpose of trapping you and your friends, killing, torturing or worse, sacrificing you to his blasphemous gods and then stealing the dagger. I have followed you and your friends since you arrived in Egypt, but I haven’t contacted you to lull Khalid into a sense of security. I cannot emphasize enough that you and your friends are in the greatest danger. Khalid would kill you all without hesitation if he felt it would serve his criminal purposes. If you ever wish to leave Ashmunayn alive, you will need my help.”

Carl decides to get his friends and after paying for their meal they meet up with the strange lemonade man behind the restaurant.

Father Shanuda’s plan is simple:

The PCs are to summon Mikhay’el/Khalid to one of their rooms, with all present. Father Shanuda will hide in a closet or side room. When Mikhay’el arrives, they will bind and gag him immediately. Once the villain is subdued, Father Shanuda will enter the room and proceed with his plan.

The investigators decide to trust the old man and agrees to the plan. Shanuda is told to wait outside the hotel until they have prepared everything.

As they walk back to the hotel (without Father Shanuda), the PCs decide that they can’t trust either of the men. They will play along with Shanuda up to a point but will then proceed with their own plan…

Finding the imposter

After returning to the hotel, Slim seeks out Mikhay’el to scout the (false) priest’s room for signs that the man isn’t the man he says he is. He also wants to determine if Mikhay’el wears a tattoo on his underarm. The room checks out ok and looks every way like a priest’s room, complete with a small portable shrine and a Coptic bible on the bedstand. To see if the man has a tattoo, Slim picks a fight, acting a bit drunk, saying that he wants to arm-wrestle. Mikhay’el gets seriously annoyed, as it’s very late After a while, Mikhay’el agrees to do it as he wants to get rid of the annoying attorney. A few rounds later Slim gives up and leaves, satisfied that Mikhay’el has no tattoo on his arms.

He returns to Edward’s room and informs the others. Then they summon Father Shanuda. As they have no other room, the old priest will have to keep hidden in a cupboard.

Muhammed is then sent to bring Mikhay’el to Edward’s room as well, under the pretense that “there has been a development”. When the man enters he is immediately grabbed, bound to a chair, and interrogated. Despite the harsh words and slaps, the man sticks to his story.

A triumphant Father Shanuda is then let onto the scene. But his smirk is soon erased as he is also tied to a chair and interrogated the same way! As none of the men breaks down, Slim decides to increase the pressure and produces a switchblade which he uses with great skill. The two men scream out their innocence, accusing the other of being in league with evil.

The PCs try another tactic. First, they cover Father Shanuda’s eyes and ears so that he can’t overhear what Mikhay’el says. Then they ask him exactly what they are going to do in the ruins.

Mikhay’el’s story

In short, Mikhay’el says that they have to go to the ruins of Khemennu and find the secret underground temple. There, he will use the Dagger to perform a ritual of exorcism. Edward will be free of the curse and they will then be free to use the powers of the dagger to do good.

The process is then reversed.

Abba Shanuda’s story

Shanuda says that they have to go to the ruins of Khemennu and find the entrance to the underground evil temple. There, they must first use the Dagger to get rid of Khalid/Mikhay’el. Then he must perform yet another ritual to destroy the dagger so that the evil people cannot use it ever again.

In the middle of all this mayhem there’s a bang at the door:

“Mister Foxworthy! Are you all right? I have called the Police! Hello?”

Their landlord has heard the commotion and wants to come in. Suddenly, they hear him rush down the stairs. Slim quickly takes off his shoes and props his sweaty socks into the mouths of the men to silence them. Then he rushes across the hall to his own room, leaving the door ajar. The steps of several men are heard in the stairs. In the bathroom, he uses a razor to cut his own cheek, swearing loudly.


Egyptian rural policemen

When Mr. Yusuf returns with 3 policemen, they find a bleeding Slim in his room, swearing loudly. Slim says that he had a “nasty shaving accident” and that it was he who made all the noise and that it was all a false alarm. And no, the sounds came from his room and not from Edward’s. The two policemen led by an officer proceed with a most cursory check of Slim’s room and person, but find nothing out of the ordinary and leaves with a caution to “shave more quietly”, shaking their heads at the clumsy foreigner.

(Keeper note: Slim’s player rolled some seriously good Fast Talk here and kept blabbering very convincingly attorney style.)

 When the situation is over, Slim returns to the others. As they can’t determine who’s for real and who’s not, they agree to take both men, bound and gagged to the Khemennu ruins to peform the ritual. To avoid rousing suspicion in the streets, they also desice to do it right away, in the middle of the night… A very solid idea indeed…

Cliffhanger! We had to stop for the day, but be sure to follow next session to see what happened in the sands of Khemennu…

Session 19 | The Atlantic / Egypt | Dinner for Schmucks


Visions of Egypt

Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

Absent this session

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Link to background stories and portraits

Written under the influence of Lenzman

The Atlantic, Wednesday, February 18th, 1925 |evening, day 4 at sea

A fond farewell

After witnessing the ghastly (and messy) demise of the Coptic priest Butrus al-Qusi, the investigators have gathered in their favorite salon, sipping their drinks in silence, staring blankly, trying to comprehend what just happened. Each member of the shrinking band of investigators is acutely aware of the mortal danger that they seem to conjure with their every step. They are also gravely aware of the dire straits that the disappearance of al-Qusi has put Edward in, as the man was key to dispelling the dagger’s curse on Edward.


Pardy hardy

The only one seemingly not worried at all is Edward himself, who is gladly having a gin and tonic, flirting with a pretty lady over at the bar, at the dismay of her male companion, maybe her husband…

The Atlantic, Thursday, February 19th, 1925 |morning, day 5 at sea

Thieves try to steal the dagger

Having a late breakfast the next morning, Edward feels the force of nature make itself known and decides to head back to his cabin on A-deck to take care of business. As he comes nearer, he notices that the door to his cabin stands ajar.


Edward’s cabin

Drawing his gun, Edward carefully pushes open the door with the barrel. Inside, a middle-eastern-looking man dressed in black is rummaging through his drawers. The luggage has been opened as well and the contents tossed all over the floor.

When the stranger notices Edward, he produces a mean-looking curved blade and approaches to attack. However, bringing a blade to a gunfight has never been a good idea, and the man never gets the chance to strike as Edward shoots him clean in the leg, shattering the femur, sending the man to the floor half unconscious and in great agony.

Ship’s pursers come running at the sound of gunfire, and soon they have called for Mr. John F. Wayne, head of security on board. The wounded thief is rushed off to the ship’s infirmary while Mr. Wayne interviews Edward about the incident. Edward (and Slim who has joined up) plays up the part of the offended guests and soon Mr. Wayne is in full apology mode, stating that theft in the A-section of the ship is virtually unheard of.

The investigators demand the opportunity to interview the thief and are given permission for this by a clearly apologetic head of security.


The ship’s infirmary

However, when the PCs arrive in the infirmary, the place is in full turmoil. It seems that the thief suddenly had a seizure and died within a minute. Edward and Slim make a quick examination of the corpse, noticing a faint smell of bitter almond. Cyanide poisoning maybe? The man has a middle eastern look, is about 30-35 years old and is all dressed in loose-fitting black cotton clothes. He also has a strange tattoo on his left underarm.


The tattoo

He has no papers, but after some more investigation, the man is identified as Mahmud bin Mahmud (or at least that’s the name in the passenger manifest). More interesting, the man apparently shared quarters with a certain Rashid Azoulay. Both men have Egyptian passports and share a cabin in 3rd class. The cabin turns out to be very plain and totally devout of further clues. And Mr. Azoulay is nowhere to be found.

The Atlantic, Friday, February 20th, 1925 |morning, day 6 at sea

Plan to root out the thieves

The investigator’s suspect that the reason for the burglary was to steal the Dagger of Thoth and devise a most fiendish plan to root out the rest of the bad guys. The idea is to arrange an opportunity for the thieves to steal the dagger, only this time with their own people ready to step in and apprehend the thieves in the act. It is decided that Edward should keep the dagger on his person, possibly showing it to someone so that it is obvious where it is kept. Edward is also supposed to play drunk in order to give the illusion of a weak target.

The plan is executed by Slim and Edward having an elaborate lunch in the ship’s restaurant, complete with champagne and other spirits (which they only pretend to drink). When being adequately plastered, the plan is for Edward to excuse himself and go out on a specific area of the deck for some fresh air. The rest of the PCs are to be hidden at that location, ready to strike when the thieves make their move.



In the middle of the luncheon, one of the waiters manage to trip and spills a plate of food in Edwards lap. The man apologizes and starts cleaning up the mess with a towel, assuring that the company will, of course, reimburse them and pay for the cleaning of the suit. Edward, who thinks that the waiter is wiping him off a bit too near his private parts angrily waves the man away and the man disappears into the kitchen area, still apologizing.

Cursing and wiping himself off, the big game hunter suddenly comes to realize that the dagger is gone! The bloody waiter must have stolen it!

In a second the two men are running towards the swinging doors leading to the kitchen. Running through the bustling kitchen the PCs manage to push several staff members, sending food and kitchenware into the air. A young scared (as teaspoon-of-thin) sous-chef points them to the back of the kitchen:

“-H- he ran that way!”


Hard work in the ship’s kitchen

Exiting the kitchen, the men enter a staff only area, with a long corridor ending in a T-intersection. Looking to the right, they see the man in front of a door leading to the outside deck. The door is just closing, suggesting that the false waiter had just met with someone else. The waiter swings around towards the PCs, drawing a mean looking dagger. A short fight ensues, ending with the waiter dead on the bulkhead. Edward stops to check the body while Slim runs out on the deck, in pursuit of the third bad guy. He enters the deck just in time to see someone disappear around a corner. Slim takes up the chase. After the bend there’s a stairway up to the aft deck, where a lot of passengers enjoy the sun and beauty of the scenery. There’s no trace of the runner. Turning around to go down the stairs again, Slim freezes. For a moment he’s sure that he saw Edward Gavigan’s face in a crowd. Looking again, there’s no trace of Gavigan.

-“Must have been the nerves!” Slim thinks as he returns down the stairs…

Meanwhile, Edwards searches the false waiter. The man is of middle eastern descent, with a tattoo on the left underarm, but no papers. Strangely enough, the man is still in possession of the cursed blade, which Edward quickly puts inside his suit jacket, a bittersweet feeling of having gotten back something precious…

When Slim returns, the PCs carry the man outside and dumps the body in the sea after having confirmed that no one else can see. However, they can’t shake the feeling that the big fish got away…

Alexandria / Cairo, Egypt, Thursday, February 26th, 1925 |morning, day 12 at sea

Arrival in Egypt

The rest of the sea voyage is relatively uneventful. Despite the investigator’s vigilance, there are no more sinister incidents and our heroes actually get some much deserved R&R. The 12th day after leaving England, the ship finally reaches their destination – Alexandria. As they glide into the harbor the first thing indicating that they are in Africa is the mighty Ras el-Tin Palace, overlooking the harbor.


Ras el-Tin Palace from the sea

The Immigration Office is just a short walk from the quay, in a building that doubles as a terminal as well. The chief of the customs staff is a sweating Englishman who demands to see their papers with the demeanor of someone used to being in charge. Thanks to Edward’s previous experience with import and export of hunting weapons and the paperwork that they arranged within England, the procedure is easy and the investigators can soon take their first steps on the streets of Alexandria. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before they are assaulted from all directions by people of all sorts – beggars, taxi drivers, hotel owners, porters all want to earn a few dollars by performing some service. If said service is wanted or not is completely beside the point.


Alexandria street life in the 1920s

As the PCs are straining to take back luggage that some random person just picked up and started to carry away, an Egyptian man in a white linen suit comes up and introduces himself in perfect English. The man introduces himself as Mikhay’el Sufiyani and says that he’s a colleague of Butrus. He also wonders where Butrus might be.


Mikhay’el Sufiyani

To get away from the bustle, the PCs follow Mikhay’el to a nearby café at Place Muhammed Ali, to discuss further in the shade. After ordering some strong mint tea, the man explains that Butrus telegraphed him from the sea, asking him to come and meet up and also that he described the names and looks of his American friends.


Place Muhammed Ali

When informed of Butrus’ death, Mikhay’el looks shocked and disturbed and says that they now must make great haste as the Cult of the Watchers is on the move. Mikhay’el says that they must immediately travel to a place called Ashmunayn, where the exorcism of the curse can take place.

As they sit in the café, a man with a funny mustache approaches them, offering his services as a dragoman (guide) in broken but completely intelligible English.

-“My friends! I’m Muhammed the Dragoman. I can help you with everything! Very cheap. Special price, just for you!”

Mikhay’el waves away the man, stating that they don’t need a dragoman since they have him.

To the disapproval of Mikhay’el, the investigator’s want to go to Cairo first, to check up on some clues before going to Ashmunayn. As they wait for the train to depart, the PCs arrange for lodgings in the famous Shepheard’s Hotel in Cairo. The train station is nearby and soon the group is on their way to Cairo, which takes some 4 hours.


Alexandria Railway station



After arriving in Cairo Central Railway Station, the investigator’s take a horse-drawn cab (kalesh in Egyptian) to Shepheard’s Hotel (situated about 5 minutes from the train station at 8 Sharia Kamil, just beside the Ezbekia Gardens park) where they are welcomed almost as royalty. Mikhay’el doesn’t ride with them as he has his lodgings in Hotel Mujaffah in another part of the city.


Cairo Central Railway Station


Entrance to Shepheard’s Hotel


Ezbekia Gardens


Shepheard’s Hotel

Following the clues

The main lead in Cairo is the letter from a certain Faraz Najir that the PCs found at Jackson Elias’ murder scene (Clue #11). It’s a letter from Faraz Najir to Mr. Carlyle, where Najir states that he’s in possession of certain antiques that Carlyle might be interested in. The letter further states that Mr. Carlyle’s agent should come to Najir’s shop at the Street of Jackals in the Old Quarter of Cairo to arrange matters further.

Zoomable Old Cairo map


The investigators realize that they need a guide and since they don’t trust Mr. Mikhay’el fully, they decide to get a dragoman of their own. The hotel reception is happy to provide for this and after some 45 minutes the concièrge have rounded up a selection of dragomen:

  • Ma’muhd – a young poor barefoot boy of about 11 or 12 years of age
  • Hakim – a young man of about 20 years of age

As the PC discuss with the boys they hear a familiar voice:

-“My friends!”

It’s Muhammed – the dragoman from Alexandria! Despite him never being silent, the PCs decide to go for him as he’s a bit older and since he speaks a plethora of languages (however, how well, they don’t know). The boys depart, looking sullen and disappointed, Hakim swearing in Arabic.

A typical dragoman ( interpreter ) in Cairo, Egypt. 1920s

Muhammed the Dragoman

The Street of Jackals

In the afternoon, the investigators leave the hotel for a tour of the Old Quarter, that is situated to the east of Ezbekia Gardens. In fact, hotel guests with rooms facing the east have a lovely view of the Old City and the slums.


Old Quarter

Asking people on the streets, Muhammad navigates to the Street of Jackals in about 30 minutes. The neighborhood is incredibly old and squalid, consisting of very narrow streets and alleys that twist and turn in a totally random pattern, sitting next to the old city wall of Cairo.


Cairo street life

Sadly, the address provided in the letter leads to a burned-out husk of a building. Asking around with the help of Muhammed, they learn that 5 or 6 years previously, a fire demon descended upon the shop and set it aflame. They also learn that the owner, Mr. Najir was horribly burned, but that he survived and has since opened a new shop in Khan el-Khalili, an ancient marketplace near Sharia Muezzeddin Allah.

Faraz Najir’s Shop

Muhammed knows where the location of the old market is and after some 30 more minutes walking, the PCs finds a shop clearly marked “Faraz Najir” in Arabic, “Curios” in English and “Magasin des Antiquités” in French. The shop is located on a very narrow street of mostly pottery shops and above the shop are several floors of low-grade tenements. Inside, the shop is filled from floor to ceiling with a mish-mash of cheap tourist stuff. A man wearing a djellaba sits on a low stool beside a small round brass table, sipping some tea from a glass. As the PCs enter, he stands up to greet them:

-“Salaam Alaikum dear friends! What can I do for you? Perhaps you want to purchase some real Egyptian antiques today, yes?”

Despite the fact that the man’s face is shadowed by the hood of the djellaba, it is evident that his right side is horribly disfigured by fibrous scarring, consistent with the scarring you would see after serious burns.

When the investigators mention Carlyle, Najir’s eyes bulge and his English rapidly deteriorate as he mumbles something about closing the shop, trying to shoo them out. When they don’t leave at once, he picks up a bejeweled decoration scimitar which he points at the PCs as he starts to yell in Arabic. Muhammed says that he is calling them thieves and that he is calling for aid.


People gather outside the shop

Outside the shop, people start to gather, talking angrily and spitting at the accursed foreigners that come here to steal. Muhammed manages to negotiate an uneasy truce but says that they must leave immediately as violence is just beneath the surface. All but Slim are eager to get the hell out of the place, but the attorney won’t give up until he has been hit with some thrown rocks.

After this frightening experience, the investigators decide to head back to the hotel for some well-deserved food, drink and rest and return to business the next day.

Cairo, Egypt, Thursday, February 26th, 1925 |morning

A clandestine meeting in the mosque

Early the next morning, the investigators send Muhammed alone to try to talk sense into Mr. Najir, and also offering him a sum of money if he agrees to talk with them. The dragoman returns with the good news that Mr. Najir has agreed to meet them before lunch (1 to 2 p.m.) in the El Hussein Mosque (not far from the Street of Jackals) where he feels safe.


El Hussein Mosque

Najir meets them at the side of the mosque and proceeds with silently leading them inside to a small secluded room where they sit down on the floor.


Faraz Najir

Faraz Najir’s tale

According to Najir, Roger Carlyle had sought information on the reign of the Black Pharaoh, a reign supposedly ended by Sneferu, first pharaoh of the 4th Dynasty. Since Najir had come into possession of certain objects of art related to the Black Pharaoh, he reached out to Carlyle to inquire if he was interested in purchasing them. The New York dilettante was interested indeed and arranged for his agent in Cairo, a certain Warren Besart, to settle the deal and collect the items, which were:

  • An ancient scroll detailing the entrance to a hidden room in an unnamed pyramid, wherein the Black Pharaoh was supposedly entombed
  • A bust of the Black Pharaoh
  • A small tambourine drum bearing odd symbols, rumored to be laden with mystical power
  • A strange circlet with a large zircon which was said to be the crown of the Black Pharaoh and to be the key to his triumph over death

More questions (and baksheesh) also reveals:

  • Najir stole the above artifacts from the house of Omar Shakti, a prominent businessman and rumored high priest of the Egyptian Brotherhood of the Black Pharaoh
  • It was the Brotherhood that punished his theft by sending a fire djinn to burn him
  • The Brotherhood is rumored to be involved in a recent theft of a mummy from the currently ongoing Clive Expedition
  • Another rumor is that the Brotherhood wants an item located in the Mosque of Ibn-Tulun, but he has no idea of what that object may be

Najir also tells the investigators that he wants no part in any of this anymore and he asks them not to tell anyone of this meeting. It is evident that he fears for his life and that he is very frightened of the Brotherhood. When the horribly disfigured little man leaves, he asks the PCs to wait for 10 minutes before they leave.

Searching for Warren Besart

The investigators return to the hotel and discuss their next move. It is decided that H.P Rennfarth and William Fredricks pay a visit to the main Police Station near Ezbekia Gardens to see if he can find the address of Warren Besart.

Book river cruise

Muhammed the Dragoman is sent down to the river to book passage on a felouk (small river sailing boat). Such meager means of travel will increase the chances of keeping themselves incognito as they suspect that the more luxurious river steamers will be monitored by either the Watchers or the Brotherhood.

Felucca 2

A felouk on the Nile

More plans and Edward’s condition

They also plan to ask around for the Mosque of Ibn-Tulun, but the number one priority now is to help Edward with his “condition”.

His seizures continue to come around noon on a daily basis but over the time described in this post, they increase in duration as well as in severity, abrading away a chunk of Edward’s mind and sanity with each passing day.

And here we had to end the session. To be continued soon!







Session 18 | London/ The Atlantic | High noon at the UK Corral




Ye awfullest Monstre…


Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Absent this session

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats

Link to background stories and portraits

Written under the influence of Backyard Babies/Hellacopters

London, UK, Wednesday, February 11th, 1925 | morning, about 9 am

Courtesy call

At breakfast, Foxworthy suggests that they should pay Mr. Chabout in Limehouse a courtesy visit, in order to find out where the group’s shipped occult items are really going. Slim Shady borrows the lobby telephone and calls Chabout Shipping Co., saying that they are businessmen looking to ship a large quantity of goods and that they have heard good things about Chabout’s company. The lady they talk to agrees to talk to her boss, Mr. Chabout about this and asks for their number so that she can call back when she has spoken to him. Shady leaves her the hotel number and specifically tells the concièrge to just receive the call and to notify them when they call back. They then decide to stay at the hotel, waiting for the call and studying their occult books.


Around noon, the investigators gather in the restaurant, along with their newfound friends Butrus and Fredricks, to discuss the journey to Egypt over some light lunch and a beer or two. It turns out that Chabout has agreed to a meeting at 2 o’clock. As they sip their beers, Edward Foxworthy suddenly starts to shake, falling to the floor as if having an epileptic seizure of some kind. Carl Blackwater gets on the floor, trying to help the big game hunter. He knows that Foxworthy is carrying the strange dagger wrapped in a cloth inside his jacket, and suspecting some supernatural affliction here, he immediately removes the ancient dagger. However, the dagger looks just like yesterday and the action does not help poor Edward, who keeps cramping on the floor for about one minute before regaining his senses.

Afterward, Edward describes that he experienced being somewhere else, seeing a large body of slow-moving water under a hot sun. Along the edges of the water, there was dense foliage for as long as he could see. The group theorizes that maybe he saw the Nile for some unfathomable reason. Maybe the dagger did it… Edward is left shaken to his core by the experience (Keeper note: Minus 1 to SAN).

Butrus al-Qusi sips his strong tea and asks for their attention, as he has something important to say about the incident:

I must now explain to you what has happened and the significance of the dagger. You may not be willing to believe my words, but I assure you that I am telling the truth. I am actually a Coptic monk and together with a few of my brethren, I am fighting against the spread of an Egyptic satanic cult, called The Watchers, which worships an unspeakably evil demon. The dagger is one of their most important cult objects for their blasphemous rituals and they will do anything to regain possession of it. I was sent here by my Elders to stop them from getting their hands on the dagger. Because of the great potential evil of the dagger, it may be best to destroy it, but now I fear that the dagger’s curse has taken hold of your friend. The evil cult must have initiated the curse, surely in order to compel us to go back to Egypt with the evil blade. I do not know how to remove the curse. My brethren in Egypt do, however, and I propose that we leave for Egypt as soon as possible so that my Brothers can exorcise the malign power which has possessed Mr. Foxworthy. I do not know the full extent of the curse, but this I do know: if the dagger is arbitrarily destroyed, the affected’s soul is eternally lost as it is now connected to the dagger. The only way to save him is to go back to our monastery at St. Pakomios, where my elder Brothers can perform the cleansing ritual. We must also make haste, for the curse will strengthen its grip over your friend with each passing day.”

The gathered friends take in the news with increasing horror, wishing it was Friday today…

Contrary to his consternated friends, the news of the curse only seem to encourage Foxworthy’s rage with the Limehouse shipper:

“-F-ck the curse. I think it’s high time that we pay Mr. Cha-f-cking-bout a visit! If he doesn’t come clean with us, I’ll teach him the meaning of a boot!

Namaste, suckers…



Chabout’s ruffians


After parking the old Adler on a run-down harbourside street outside the shipping company’s fenced perimeter, the PCs approach the two guards standing at the gate. After stating their business, the sneering head guard calls a man inside the fence:

Hey, Gupta! These gentlemen have an appointment with the boss“.

Gupta, a tall thin man with a scar on the right cheek opens the gate and beckons the PCs inside. Without a word, he starts walking towards the building, the investigators in tow.



Mr. Gupta


Mr. Chabout’s office is situated on the third floor of the rather dingy building. The first floor is occupied by long rows of large shipping crates from all over the world by the looks of the markings on them, while the second floor is also dedicated to wares, but here smaller boxes with more delicate goods are kept. Gupta shows the way up two flights of steel open stairs, then down a long corridor and stops before a riveted steel door painted bright red. Opening the door, he beckons the PCs in and takes a post, arms crossed, at the now closed door.

The room is large, with a magnificent view of the harbor through iron framed industrial style floor-to-ceiling windows facing the port. Riveted steel pillars support the ceiling. In front of the windows, behind a huge jacaranda writing desk, sits a diminutive man wearing an off-white Indian style linen suit.



Mr. Chabout


-Ah, my dear friends! You have come to me bringing business, yes? Please sit down! Can I offer you, esteemed gentlemen, something to drink? Tea perhaps? Or some gin?

The words are offered in a fast pace, with a slight accent suggesting Indian heritage. Mr. Chabout’s mouth is smiling wide, showing pearly white teeth but the expression in his eyes is reminiscent of the gaze of a snake…

The investigators decide to drop the façade, and bluntly state their real errand: That they have information that the goods they wanted to ship to New York are en route to Shanghai instead! If Mr. Chabout is taken aback when he hears of this, he doesn’t show. Instead, he ensures that any items sent with Chabout Shipping Ltd. are to be delivered to their proper destination. The shipper inquires of the details pertaining the shipment and asks the man at the door:

“-Mr. Gupta. Will you please get Miss Ginee and tell her to bring the shipping ledgers from last week.”



Miss Ginee


In a minute, Gupta returns with a young smartly dressed woman carrying a large black leather ledger, which she hands to Chabout and takes a step back, waiting for new instructions. The shipper starts flipping the ledger and soon finds what he’s looking for.

“-See there gentlemen. Captain Larsen and the Ivory Wind left for New York this last Friday evening. This is an honest company.” 

The paperwork checks out and after some more chit-chat the businessman asks Gupta to escort the investigators out. Maybe the man is telling the truth and someone else is lying? Maybe that Harbour Master? Or is Captain Larsen doing his own crazy stuff on the side?

As they leave the warehouse, the PCs notice that the guard crew at the exit gate have increased to five menacing-looking ruffians. A few steps out, always vigilant Edward spots the glimpse of a rifle barrel behind some crates on the loading dock, just before a shot rings out and the men at the gate start running towards the warehouse!


The investigators quickly retreat into the warehouse and try to close the heavy sliding door. A shout is heard from behind them, where Gupta points a shotgun at them. The man fires but all that is heard is a loud click! Gupta throws the shotgun to the floor and draws a nasty looking dagger, charging and screaming like a madman. Shady draws both his guns and blazes away at the charging man, point blank. Guptas head erupts in a spray of blood and gore, and the man slumps to the floor like a sack of grain.

Meanwhile, Blackwater and Foxworthy scramble for the stairs up, realizing that the warehouse is full of entrances and that trying to close one door isn’t going to keep the assailants out. The men reach the second floor and continue up to the top floor where they just spoke to Mr. Chabout. Shady is hot on their heels but is one floor behind.

The top floor is eerily silent. No evident trace of Chabout or Miss Ginee. The men advance slowly, reaching Chabout’s office. The door stands open. A quick glance reveals that the office is empty.

Blackwater enters cautiously, checking the corners but cannot see anyone. Too late he realizes that Chabout was hiding behind the door, when the shipper attacks from behind, trying to slip a piano wire around his neck! Blackwater manages to dodge the piano wire, shooting Chabout in the leg. It seems the bullet just grazed the man because he keeps snarling in Hindi, circling to get an angle of attack. Now Foxworthy enters the fight, shooting Chabout in the leg again, the large caliber bullet tearing out a large chunk of flesh, sending the shipper down on one knee. As the PCs close in, a loud shot is heard. Blackwater topples over, unconscious, his chest turned into a bloody mess by a swarm of hail. Foxworthy swerves towards the door, where Miss Ginee stands with a shotgun aimed directly at him. The secretary smiles as she prepares to fire, but her smile is obliterated with the rest of her head as Slim Shady opens fire with both his pistols from the corridor behind her. The young woman falls to the floor, partly blocking the doorway.

Turning his attention to Chabout, Foxworthy sees the man reach for something in his jacket and fires a bullet into the man’s other leg.

“-No funny games or the next bullet hits your head!”

Chabout calms down, swearing and continuing to drag himself across the floor using his arms.

In the corridor, Shady can hear people moving downstairs and on the stairs. In the distance, the sound of police sirens can also be heard. The attorney runs into the office and sees the mayhem, telling Foxworthy what’s going on. While Foxworthy tries to staunch the blood flowing from Blackwater’s chest, Shady decides to neutralize Mr. Chabout once and for all. He drags the protesting shipper into the corridor and over to the stairs, where he tries to press the man’s head in between the metal grates of the stairs in order to keep him in one place. First, he tries to “slam” him through but misses and manages to smash the man’s face against the grates. Next, he carefully places the now unconscious Chabout in place before pushing the man’s head through with his boot, mangling Chabout’s ears in the process. Satisfied that the villain can’t escape, he returns to the office. Blackwater has come to but is badly wounded. The men return to the stairs, shouting down:

“-Don’t come up you bastards, or your boss takes a bullet to the head!”

Keeper’s Note: The metal grates “scene” had us laughing so hard we could hardly concentrate on the game. It was like something out of a Quentin Tarantino movie mixed with a few pinches of Monty Python – so bizarre that it became hilarious in all its horrific-ness.

Seeing Chabout’s lacerated head lodged firmly between the stair grates, even the big-game hunter, used to guns and violence, wonder what has happened with the correct and timid attorney…

Realising that their boss is taken hostage by the investigators, Chabout’s ruffians stay on the floor below. A Mexican standoff it seems… While Shady is guarding the stairs, Foxworthy searches Chabout’s office but doesn’t find anything suspicious. He takes the shipping ledger though.

Within ten minutes, the police arrive and arrest Chabout’s men as well as the investigators.


Blackwater is taken to hospital due to his dire injuries, while Shady and Foxworthy are taken to a dingy jail cell. From the constables, the PCs soon find out that Chabout is dead, having suffocated by the pressure exerted on his neck by the grates. This news are met with astounding indifference by Shady:

“-I guess we won’t be interrogating him, then.”


Investigators brought to justice


The most pressing issue, however, is that they now face charges of assault and possibly murder and that a legal process will take a very long time to conclude. And they have a ship to catch in Southampton in two days!

Inspector Barrington goes mental

At about 8 in the evening, Inspector Barrington arrives. He is absolutely furious at the investigators, keeping a monologue including topics like “What did I tell you”, “I cannot protect you any longer” and “You will rot in jail for this”.



Inspector Barrington talks with a police colleague


The investigators tell him their version of the story – how they were duped by Chabout and how they went there to talk sense into the man, and that they were ambushed on the way out and had to defend themselves. The details of how Chabout ended up lodged to death in a stairwell is kept sketchy, with the PCs suggesting that Mr. Chabout had tried to escape and that he must have slipped and somehow got stuck in the stairway structure. Barrington is still furious but agrees to send a team of men to investigate the warehouse closer.

Calling in services

London, UK, Thursday, February 12th, 1925 | morning, about 6.30 am

After a miserable night in jail, Edward suddenly realizes that they have a favor to call in and asks the constable to borrow the telephone to make his call. Foxworthy then calls Sir Arthur Vane in Lesser-Edale to explain their predicament.

It seems that the old peer of the realm still has some important connections because, in the afternoon, they are brought to the chief of the police station where they are being held and declared free to go, as someone high up in the chain of command has declared them free of suspicion. The police chief also says that they have found lots of contraband goods at Chabout Shipping Ltd. Apparently, the warehouse was found to hold illegal weapons, illegal art, and other restricted goods, so it seems that the PCs story checked out after all. The police chief also advises the PCs to leave the country, as you never know how these things turn out and that a certain Inspector at Scotland Yard isn’t all that convinced of their innocence…



It seems that Carl is well taken care of at the hospital…


Leaving jail, the investigators pop by the hospital to check out Blackwater and then go straight to their hotel to pack their gear to get out of London.

By noon, the old Adler is on the way to Southampton, jam-packed with stuff and people. William Fredricks and Butrus al-Qusi are to meet up at a certain hotel in Southhampton before the S.S Ophir leaves on Friday.

Arriving in Southampton, the PCs check into the quite decent Hotel Atlantic near the harbor and decide to sell their trusty car to Honest Harry’s car dealership to secure some funds for their travels. In the evening, their new friends al-Qusi and Fredricks arrive as well.

Leaving England

Southhampton, UK, Friday, February 13th, 1925 | morning, about 8.30 am



Downtown Southampton




Hotel Cliff (later renamed Atlantic)




The quay in winter



The next morning, the investigators and their new colleagues embark on the S.S Ophir for the sea voyage to Cairo. Having paid for First Class passage, they enter the ship via their own deluxe gangway, complete with a red carpet, brass knobs and perfectly white new rope, and tended by ship’s staff in stiffly pressed uniforms. The queue here is much shorter than the common gangway for common people. However, it takes some time, where the investigators have nothing better to do than to study their fellow travelers and what is going on around them. The quay is full of people seeing off their loved ones, crewmen taking care of luggage for the ship’s holds, staff checking boarding passes and customs officers checking travel documents.

On the First Class gangway, a smartly dressed smiling young purser walks up and down, offering drinks and tobacco to make the wait a bit more pleasant. A bit ahead of the investigators, they notice a superbly-dressed gentleman, surrounded by a half dozen large brutish fellows, and with a beautiful young lady in equally superb garb on his arm. No one comes within arm’s length of the couple, who seem to radiate wealth, power and that self-assured posture of a life lived in extreme luxury. Behind them, they also notice a shabbily clad young man of the cloth. What religious order let their priests show such a level of shabbiness in public?

In the salon, after entering the ship, they learn that the fancy dilettante man is no other than Count Mikhail Andreevich Kurosov – a blood relative of the Romanov czars, and a man with a substantial claim on the now vacant Russian throne. And the lady on his arm is no other than Signorina Bianca Castafiore, the most shining opera diva in existence, and a woman surrounded with rumors of romances and indiscretions with the high and mighty of the world.



Count Kurosov



Signorina Bianca Castafiore, opera diva galore



It seems that they will travel not only in style but also together with some of the most famous people in the world!

At sea

The Atlantic, UK, Saturday to Monday, February 14th to 16th, 1925

The cruise in First Class is nothing more than an exercise in luxury. From their superbly fitted and roomy cabins to the scheduled lunches, dinners and drinks. The staff is extremely professional, discrete and attentive and the investigators are pampered beyond what they thought was possible. The first few days are spent studying in their cabins (or in the exquisite salons) over a coffee or a drink, or carousing with the other guests, with the occasional romantic tête-a-tête. A welcome time of R&R after all the horrors in New York and London.

Foxworthy’s strange visions have come every day since they started. Always around noon and always the same. Until today (14th), that is. The latest vision lasted longer (about 2 minutes) and while showing the same watery landscape, it now panned out beyond the water and the foliage, revealing barren desert in all directions. The PCs are now certain that Foxworthy has visions of Egypt…  



Carousing in the salons


On the evening suppers, they see Count Kurosov and Signorina Castafiore with their entourage of bodyguards and servants, sitting in a roped-off area, being served by private staff. Someone says that the Count even has his own private chef who prepares the meals for the couple. However, they never mix with the rest of the A-deck passengers.

A history of violence

The Atlantic, UK, Tuesday, February 17th, 1925 | about mid-day

The third day at sea promises to be just the same as the previous ones, but as we shall see, things are about to change. After a late breakfast, the PCs and their friends find themselves in various places on the ship. Slim Shady has decided to polish up his shotgun skills and is attending some clay pigeon shooting up on the aft deck.



Slim wishes he could have one of these…


Carl, still reeling from his wounds suffered at the raid on Chabout’s place, is resting and studying over a cuppa coffee in the A-deck salon with Edward. There’s a bit of a commotion going on on A-deck, since the Russian nobleman has decided to use the entire shuffleboard course for his personal use, and no one is allowed into the shuffleboard area, which is situated across the hallway from the A-deck salon.



A shuffleboard game in progress


Apparently, this unorthodox decision has been approved by some smirking director at the Orient Steam Navigation Company to the dismay of the Captain. A group of wealthy A-deck spectators is watching the game, sipping on fancy drinks, tended by stewards. Edward spots the shabby looking priest among them.


The Shabby Priest says hi

On aft deck, Slim observes that many passengers have flocked to the starboard side of the ship since rumor has it that a ship has been following the Ophir’s course since the night. The ship is a fast yacht, keeping a distance of about 2 nautical miles (12 000 feet / 3.6 km) at all times. The alien ship brandishes no flags or other markings.

The game begins at 11 a.m., with the Count’s food taster as the opponent. Miss Castafiore sits on a comfortable chair with a drink. The black-clad bodyguards loom nearby. Suddenly, Edwards spots two men coming out of a personnel door. The priest nods at them, making some discrete hand signals.



The Bolshevik assassins


The men, clearly not A-deck passengers or staff by the look of their clothes, along with the priest move towards the entrance to the shuffleboard court, where a chief steward controls the door. The priest approaches the steward, saying something. Then, a shot is heard and the steward slumps to the deck, while the priest and one of the men run into the court, screaming something in Russian:

-“Die, you oppressor pig-dog of the ruling class!

The assailants shoot wildly at the Count while the bodyguards rally around their leader and return fire, hitting one of the attackers in the chest. Meanwhile, Edward is on his feet, gun in hand, running towards the court. The priest has produced an egg hand grenade, preparing to lob it towards the count when Edward comes up from behind and shoots him. As the priest falls, the grenade detonates, reducing the priest to atoms, while showering the shocked onlookers with gore…

Realising that attack has turned sour, the third attacker runs down the gangway, towards the aft deck, shooting blindly behind him to stall followers. However, on the ladder to the aft deck, he runs into Slim Shady who has heard the gunfire below and is coming to investigate. Seeing the fleeing man, gun in hand, Slim fires his shotgun from close range, sending the man to the base of the ladder in a bloody mess.

After searching the bodies and cabins of the attackers, it is evident that they were Bolsheviks on a mission to slay the Count. No proper papers of identification are found, but in the B-deck cabin, boxes of ammunition and 3 well-read copies of Bolshevikskiie Revolutsyonne Kampanie is found.

About at the same time as the assassination attempt, the alien yacht changes its course and leaves the Ophir to the solitude of the Atlantic.

The Count is impressed with the investigators and offers them his everlasting thanks and an invitation to sit at his table at supper this evening. An offer they can’t refuse…

After the fracas, Foxworthy returns to his cabin, awaiting the now increasingly familiar seizures and visions. As anticipated, it strikes just after noon. However, this time it has altered again. Starting with the river, foliage and desert, Edward finds himself travelling along the river bank when a city of mud comes into view. Some buildings are of large well-made bricks and painted white, with paintings of men and animals in rows and columns. Afterward, Edward realizes that the paintings resemble crude hieroglyphs. He also realizes that he has been out for a longer time, now about 4 minutes.

Dinner for schmucks


Before supper photo

The supper is naturally excellent, cooked by the Count’s personal chef (and checked by the food taster) and accompanied by champagne and vodka. It turns out that the Count is on a sightseeing trip to the Orient with his lady friend. Afterward, the investigators have to use the bulkheads for support as they stumble back to their cabins. These Russians know how to par-tay…


After the par-tay…

Terror strikes!

The Atlantic, UK, Wednesday, February 18th, 1925 |early evening

The next day is spent in the sign of hangover-ness and the investigators don’t come out of their day-after reeking cabins until afternoon. Maybe this is as good, as the weather has changed, with dark storm clouds covering the sky, rain, and high seas, making the ship roll a great deal.

The afternoon is spent in the aft salon, discussing recent events with al-Qusi and Fredericks. A pale Al-Qusi doesn’t tolerate the ship’s rolling well and after an hour or so, he excuses himself and goes out on deck to get some fresh air.

After a few minutes, a loud roar emerges from outside, followed by a high-pitched scream of terror! The PCs rush outside, where the black-clad priest stands screaming in front a huge winged beast!



The Winged Thing



Frozen, the investigators can just observe as the thing lashes out, nearly biting the man into pieces. With a high-pitched scream, the obscenity takes off from the ship, with al-Qusi firmly lodged in its huge maw!

The investigators can only impotently observe as the thing climbs higher into the air, seemingly undisturbed by the strong winds, finally vanishing into the clouds…


And there we had to break for the evening. Be sure to check back for more nail-biting Cthulhu goodness as we continue our Masks of Nyarlahotep game!  









Session 17 | London | Legacy of the Egyptologist


Doctor von Petersdorf at work

Game system: Call of Cthulhu 6th ed

Dramatis personae

Edward Foxworthy | Big game hunter | 34 yrs | Flan

Slim Shady | Attorney | 46 yrs | Djuro

Carl Blackwater | Foreign correspondent | 31 yrs | Martin

Absent this session

Kent Bengtsson | Aviator | 38 yrs | Berndt

H.P Rennfarth | NYPD Forensics Specialist | 27 yrs | Mats

Link to background stories and portraits

Written under the influence of Backyard Babies/Hellacopters

London, UK, Tuesday, February 10th, 1925 | morning, about 9 am

Bright Lights, Big City

After the relative peace of Lesser-Edale,  being back in foggy and dirty London feels slightly oppressive, but Shady and Foxworthy both appreciate the companionship with their colleagues in the occult investigation business. Breakfast is spent in the hotel restaurant, updating each other on recent events. After recounting the Lesser-Edale story, Blackwater and Rennfarth tell about what has happened in London. Rennfarth especially mentions an upcoming auction of an exquisite collection of Egyptian antiques. A famous Egyptian scholar, Dr. Karl von Petersdorf, recently passed away, and now his collection of Egyptian artifacts and book are up for purchase by the rich and famous.



Auction poster

As the owner of an antique shop in New York, Rennfarth is well familiar with the late scholar and his exploits. Apparently, the man was a legend among his peers, although his theories weren’t widely accepted by the research community as they were considered way too speculative and unfounded in research. Just before his tragic demise, Dr. von Petersdorf published his life research in a much controversial book, “The Antiquity of the Egyptian Religion”. To add to the tragedy, the publication of the book was also struck by disaster, when the publisher’s warehouse burned down before distribution had begun, destroying all copies of the book, except for a few review copies. (See Clue #DoT 3 in Dropbox).

The investigators decide to attend the auction later in the afternoon, but first, they decide to try to bring some light on the location of their “occult collection” that was meant to be shipped to New York, but which they suspect has been shipped elsewhere.

They also decide to book tickets to Cairo, to continue in the tracks of late Jackson Elias, as they feel that they have investigated all leads they had in London – not to mention all the wrong people they have managed to aggravate in the Jewel of the British Empire…

In short – it’s time to leave London!

High Passage


P & O SS Ophir

The first stop is Pacific and Orient Line’s offices near the harbor, as they have a liner going to Port Said within the week. Our intrepid heroes purchase 1st Class tickets for S.S Ophir, at the exorbitant price of 38 £ apiece! As the ship departs Friday 13th, they still have some time to kill in London and also an opportunity to tie up a few loose ends.


As they are now leaving for the unknown Orient, some of the investigators visit the London bookshops to buy English to Arabic language books as well as books on hieroglyphics, in hope to do some studying on the sea voyage, which will take about 12 days.

The Limehouse warehouse


Chabout Shipping Co. Ltd. in Limehouse

They also want to ascertain where their occult wares are going, as they suspect that Chabout has shipped them to some other destination than New York.

The first stop is the Harbour Office and Harbour Master. After some rummaging through the files, the man can confirm that the “Ivory Wind” under command of a certain Captain Larsen, is indeed bound for Shanghai and that the vessel left on Sunday the 7th of February.

Furious, the investigators decide to pay that bastard, Mr. Chabout, a visit.

The Chabout Shipping Co. is situated along the Limehouse docks and is easy to find as the PCs have been there before. The operation consists of a large three-story warehouse near the quay. The structure is surrounded by a tall fence, topped with barbed wire, and the only entrance to the compound is guarded by two ruffians of probably Indian descent. Upon asking, the PCs are rudely informed that Mr. Chabout isn’t available for a meeting. When questioned about this, the Lascars become even more belligerent, telling the investigators to sod off, or else… One of them even reaches menacingly inside his jacket while spitting on the ground.

Foxworthy, who has some issues with anger management almost draws his gun to force his way in, but as a police patrol car passes the area just then, the PCs decide to swallow their pride and leave.

The Auction

After returning to their hotel to freshen up and dress for the occasion, the investigators go to the Old Auction Room, which turns out to be situated in a rather posh area of town. The gathered crowd is obviously some of the social elite of London, and it’s hard for the investigators not to feel a tad diminished in the company of all these rich people.

The only ones “sticking out” is a scholarly-looking man in his mid-30’s, with rumpled hair and dressed in a corduroy suit and a foreign man, all dressed in black, with a beard and a black tarboosh.



The man in the tarboosh


The scholar-looking man


London snobs


More snobs

Soon, everyone has gotten their registrations and papers in order and taken a seat and the auction begins after a short welcome by the Auction House owner, a Mr. R. Jeremy Esqire.


Mr. Ronald Jeremy Esquire (left)

First, the object in question is displayed for the crowd, then the bidding is begun. Some of the bidders seem very interested in the Egyptian objects from the late doctor’s collection:

  • The scholarly-looking man – bids a lot on a jeweled scarab
  • The scholarly-looking man – bids a lot on annotated Egyptian Book of the Dead
  • Young pretty woman with a way too old spouse – bids on fine alabaster plate
  • Tarboosh man and pale thin man – Ibis-headed curved silver dagger
  • Pale thin man – Black stone statue of Egyptian Pharaoh

Keeper’s Note: We played out the auction for some desirable items, and the PCs bought some very, very expensive Egyptian antiques…

After the auction, it looked like this:

Item Buyer Price
Jeweled scarab Scholar man 1000 £
Egyptian grammar book Foxworthy 32 £
Alabaster plate Young woman 200 £
Ibis-headed dagger Foxworthy 7500 £
Pharaoh statue Shady 2300 £
Book of the Dead Blackwater 3100 £

Stop the thief!

As papers and payments are cleared in the main auction room, a shot is heard from the back of the building! After the initial chaos, it turns out that someone has shot and wounded two of the auction house personnel in the back room where the bought items were kept, and stolen the Ibis-headed dagger! After the deed, the man fled the premises using the back door of the warehouse area.

Shady and Foxworthy immediately take up the pursuit, tracking the man’s route into a nearby park, where the traces end. Other than a few young couples making out in the park, nothing else can be found. Upon returning to the auction house, the Metropolitan police have arrived, taking up statements and looking for clues.

Carl remembers having seen a slightly out-of-place man enter the auction after it began, but he didn’t think more of it at the time. As he describes the thief, one of the veteran police officers seem to have a suspicion of who it might be.


The mysterious thief

New acquaintances

To further complicate things, as Foxworthy will not pay for the stolen dagger that he purchased earlier, he is also reported to the police for fraud. As the PCs are getting ready to leave, the scholarly-looking man comes up to Shady and introduces himself as William Fredricks, a scholar of all things antique. Fredricks asks if he can buy the Book of the Dead at a price of 3500 £, or if he might borrow the book to have a peek at the marginal hand-written notes, as he says that they are quite unique for this copy of the book.

At the same time, Foxworthy is approached by the man in the tarboosh, who introduces himself as Butrus al-Qusi, collector and buyer of Egyptian antiquities. Al-Qusi says that he currently works for a government project aimed at buying back antiquities that have been brought out of Egypt over the years, and he offers Foxworthy to buy the dagger at cost plus 20%. However, he must first obtain the bank funds via bank draft from Egypt, as he currently doesn’t have that much money.

The whole discussion ends with that the investigators are invited to have dinner with Fredricks and al-Qusi, to discuss these and other matters. The evening is spent at The Crown and Empire, a fine restaurant, courtesy to Mr. Al-Qusi. After dining and drinks, the PCs find themselves with two new useful allies in all matters Egyptian.

The dagger returned

Returning to their hotel for a final nightcap, the investigators and their newly made friends have hardly taken their first sip of beer, before the police come is, along with Mr. Jeremy (of the auction house), asking for Mr. Foxworthy. It turns out that they have recovered the dagger, and it is returned to Edward after he has cleared the financial side with Mr. Jeremy.

The policeman’s story

Apparently, Carl’s description was accurate enough to direct the police’s interest to a small-time hoodlum working for an Italian criminal gang – a certain George DiVita.

The squad car arriving at DiVita’s apartment immediately noticed a foul rotten-egg odor coming from the tenement, the inhabitants of the house gagging and throwing up on the street outside. Entering the premises with cloths over their faces to protect from the stink, the police officers found DiVita dead on his living room floor, along with a small cloth bag containing approximately 3000 £ in crisp new bank notes. Despite no evident signs of struggle or visible damage to the room, DiVitas front had been burned to a crisp, while his back (against the floor) was entirely intact. Identification was done by documents found on the corpse and the police have no idea what happened. Maybe another mobster decided to settle an old score with some pliers and a blowtorch…

Exiting the building, the officers noticed two foreign-looking chaps run into a car and take off, so the police pursued with blazing sirens. The car chase went down to the docks, where a policeman managed to shoot out a tire, making the fleeing car crash into a wall, with one man fleeing on foot.

In the car, the chap on the passenger seat was found dead, a long splinter of glass from the windshield protruding from his eye. The knife was found in the glove compartment, wrapped in a dirty cloth. Apparently, the dead chap had been jammed against the glove compartment, so that the fleeing chap hadn’t been able to grab the knife before fleeing from the cops.

Later, one of the officers that had pursued the man fleeing on foot was found dead in an alley, apparently from a heart attack or something, as there was no evident trauma to be found on his body. A bit strange though, as the officer was just 40 years old and had a very good physique…

The Dagger


Clue #DoT 1 Dagger of Thoth

The Ibis-headed dagger

As Foxworthy unwraps the dagger on the bar table, among the glasses of fine English stout, Fredricks asks to see the inscriptions on the blade.

According to him, the inscription says: Ny – Har – Rut (or) Lut – Hotep

The translation of this could be several things, as the hieroglyphs often have several meanings:

Clue #DoT 2 Hieroglyphs on dagger

Fredricks transliteration and translation of the glyphs on the dagger

The plot thickens. It seems that wherever our heroes turn, traces of occult conspiracies seem to hide behind the façade of normality…

Wrapping it up

After their new friends have left and before retiring for the night, the investigators decide to call Mr. Emerson (of Emerson Imports in New York) to ask him to do some research on what has happened to their things in shipping. They also try to call Inspector Barrington on Scotland Yard to inform him of DiVita, but is met by the bored policewoman on night duty, telling them to get a life and call back in normal Christian hours…

And there we had to break for the session! Be sure to check in for more terrible adventures with the Swedish table RPG group With a fistful of d20’s