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In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

I cant believe I wrote Opportunity knocked... Im a prisoner of my own pun!

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Opportunity knocked on the ceiling panel of the coach, small balled fist ringing on the dark wood of the coach roof. Wilde Hall was still a ways off and she saw no reason not to offer a lift to fellow guests. Besides if she arrived with a crowd and with people who were already kindly disposed to her, well so much the better. She was about to knock again, convinced that the servant come coachman was going to churlishly refuse to stop, but the coach began to slow, the rattle of the horses hooves slowing to a sedate trot. Opportunity pushed open a window and hung out in a very unladylike fashion, white teeth flashing in the dim light.

"Any of you care for a lift?" she called sunnily.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189 Good choice!

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999 It is just there to mess with you.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999 Or is it there just to mess with you? Hrmm?

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189
Are you marking corruption, taking harm or going into debt to use your magic?

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189
Confusion and chaos reign in the bar. Men shout in fear and uncertainty as Caber vanishes, pivoting to follow the flash of movement of the darting squirrel. A steel shod boot smashes down missing you by inches but you are able to scamper up the bar to where Barley stands holding his bloody hammer, and the beautiful woman watches proceedings with what is either shock or the most icy detachment you have ever seen. A shotgun barks blasting a fist sized whole in the roof and showering everyone with pulverized plaster dust. Confused or not the hunters are turning to the bar now. Blood has been spilled and you can tell that 'play time' is over. Its only the press of the crowd that is keeping Barely from being gunned down on the spot.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999

It quickly becomes clear to January that his pursuers are aware of the limitations of their tactics. As his car slides towards the tunnel under the river, the cars, which had been driving fairly sedately suddenly leap forward engines roaring. Perversely they still don't seem to be trying to close the distance, instead they seem to be adjusting their positions relative to January and to each other. Some sort of disturbance in the air seems to ripple between the cars, like heat haze only impossibly localized. The air in January's care begins to get hot with the faint bite of sulphur or brimstone. Around your car the air seems to be beginning to congeal into something elsewhere and other.

Synopsis

The cars chasing January continue to work to position themselves in a pentagram around him. A mystic prison of some kind appears to be manifesting around you. J

What creature would you be?

@Vampiretwilight i swing for the fences!

What creature would you be?

God, because it night be kind of neat if there was one