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Sweet, I'll jump in when I can
Alright first post is up, feel free to control NPCs in your post but keep them in character. You can also control characters that you would interact with regularly like Dr. Black and such.
Summer 1925
Bedford, Connecticut
Marshall College
It was a particularly dark night and shadows cast even greater demons when the moonlight entered through the windows of the empty College Office Building except it wasn't empty and Dr. Saunders, professor of Archaeology, had turned the lights off in his office after a long night of grading term papers, and quietly dozed off in his chair. After several hours of uninterrupted sleep, Saunders heard a noise which woke him from his slumber. Suddenly opening his eyes, he looked around the room to get his bearings and realized he'd dozed off in his office when he heard a second noise outside his office doors. He was not alone. Saunders stood up from his chair and walked to his office door, through the clouded window of the office door he could see shadows in movement. People were walking the halls at this hour, it must be students attempting to play a prank he thought to himself. I'll end this right now. He opened the door to see robed figures heading toward the exit.
"What in the good heaven's..." he gasped before a pair of arms grabbed him from behind there was a short struggle before he was surrounded by dark robed figures. They gagged him and bound him with rope and herded him in the direction the rest of the figures were headed. It was the faculty meeting room the lights were on and all the robed figures were wearing blue robes with hoods masking their identities. There were over a dozen of them all surrounding the table on the table was appeared to be an old Bible, an ancient book of prayers, an old map, a noose, and lit candles. Saunders was sat at the end of the table, and at the head was robed man with gold embroidery and a gold necklace. With both arms raised he spoke.
"Welcome Lyle Saunders to the Grand Lodge of the Order of Hallows, I am Grand Master of the Order and I invite you to join us," he said revealing his hood as well as his identity, the rest of the followers did the same. He motioned to the guards who released the gag.
"My God, what in heaven's name is this?"
"This is about power, authority, brotherhood, and secrecy... will you join us?"
"I'd die, before I join this madness," Saunders spat.
"So be it then," and with hand signal the two guards placed the gag back on Saunders, "you have comprised the brotherhood, and made yourself a threat to the Order. A pity you couldn't join us. I enjoyed having conversations with you. Good-bye old friend."
And with that a noose was placed around his neck as Saunders was dragged back to his office and thrown out the window.
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August 1925
Bedford, Connecticut
Marshall College
It was Monday morning the 24th, and the beginning of the Fall semester at Marshall College. Indy wore his grey suit and his usual fedora and carried a suitcase in hand. He had arrived on campus as soon as he could after his boss at London University had told him he was being sent back to the states for a temporary assignment at Marshall College. Indy was certain it was punishment for being new to teaching, and now that his old boss was gone he had no one to vouch for him; but at least it was only a semester, and he was told he was to return to London immediately after to continue work at the University. Deirdre was continuing her studies in London, and she had not been herself lately after the loss of her mother, and so the recently blossomed relationship seemed to be dying as quickly as it had grown. It seemed to be for the best that he was away for a few months.
He took in deep breath of campus fresh air as he walked past a lovely garden while students passed by in all directions heading towards their places of study. Two gentlemen in suits seemed to be watching him as he approached. "Dr. Jones, I presume?" the larger man with a cane asked.
"Why yes," he replied.
"Welcome to Marshall College campus. This here is Dr. Adams Dean of Students, and I am Dr. Black chairman of the campus's history department and your new boss."
"Pleasure to meet you both," he said shaking both gentlemen's hands.
"Thank you for arriving so soon for the replacement this semester, we can't thank you enough for you to come out here and help with the students. Let us give you a campus tour and show you where you will be staying.
The two gave Indy the campus tour showing him all the places he needed to know for his stay, and by the end of the tour he was shown his new office, classroom, and faculty suite where he would be staying. He thanked the two before they left, and he began to unpack his suitcase on the bed. It wasn't much, just clothes, his journal, his teaching materials, and his field equipment which consisted of his bullwhip, his .455 Webley revolver, and his satchel. He began to organize and place his things in the drawers provided bedside.
He was thinking about rest when he looked at his watch, it was almost time for his first two-hour class at nine o'clock. He grabbed his briefcase full of teaching material and headed toward Stroud Hall where his classroom was located. Along the way he ran into Dr. Black who said he wanted to sit in on his first class. Great, that's all I need someone looking over my shoulder.
As Black guided Indy to classroom 113, Indy opened the door to see all of his students sitting at their desks. There must have been thirty to forty students. Suddenly Indy felt a bit uneasy as he put his briefcase down and placed his fedora at his desk and, but Dr. Black was the first to break the silence.
"Good morning, class. I want you all to welcome, Dr. Jones who will be your professor of Archaeology this semester. He is a visiting professor from London University and experienced archaeologist who has done exceptional fieldwork in Greece, Iraq, Egypt, and just returned from his work in Scotland," Black said as he spoke to the class, making eye contact with his daughter Shay.
A few students clapped for Indy as he approached the front and Dr. Black took a seat at the back.
"Thank you, I appreciate the welcome, Dr. Black and class. I'll begin Archaeology 101 - Discovering the Past with this quote from Lord George Gordon Byron, The best prophet of the future is the past."
He put his glasses on before breaking out the syllabus and going over the general outline of topics to be discussed over the semester. He was a bit intimidated while he read, but hoped it wouldn't show too much. It was dull, boring first day as usual, and Indy could already gauge the students by seeing who was paying attention and who wasn't as he went over the introduction. Some students were already sleeping. Indy noticed a few girls passing notes and smiling at him. They were very attractive, but he didn't allow himself to be distracted from the lecture. It was going to be a long two-hours.
Bedford, Connecticut
Marshall College
It was a particularly dark night and shadows cast even greater demons when the moonlight entered through the windows of the empty College Office Building except it wasn't empty and Dr. Saunders, professor of Archaeology, had turned the lights off in his office after a long night of grading term papers, and quietly dozed off in his chair. After several hours of uninterrupted sleep, Saunders heard a noise which woke him from his slumber. Suddenly opening his eyes, he looked around the room to get his bearings and realized he'd dozed off in his office when he heard a second noise outside his office doors. He was not alone. Saunders stood up from his chair and walked to his office door, through the clouded window of the office door he could see shadows in movement. People were walking the halls at this hour, it must be students attempting to play a prank he thought to himself. I'll end this right now. He opened the door to see robed figures heading toward the exit.
"What in the good heaven's..." he gasped before a pair of arms grabbed him from behind there was a short struggle before he was surrounded by dark robed figures. They gagged him and bound him with rope and herded him in the direction the rest of the figures were headed. It was the faculty meeting room the lights were on and all the robed figures were wearing blue robes with hoods masking their identities. There were over a dozen of them all surrounding the table on the table was appeared to be an old Bible, an ancient book of prayers, an old map, a noose, and lit candles. Saunders was sat at the end of the table, and at the head was robed man with gold embroidery and a gold necklace. With both arms raised he spoke.
"Welcome Lyle Saunders to the Grand Lodge of the Order of Hallows, I am Grand Master of the Order and I invite you to join us," he said revealing his hood as well as his identity, the rest of the followers did the same. He motioned to the guards who released the gag.
"My God, what in heaven's name is this?"
"This is about power, authority, brotherhood, and secrecy... will you join us?"
"I'd die, before I join this madness," Saunders spat.
"So be it then," and with hand signal the two guards placed the gag back on Saunders, "you have comprised the brotherhood, and made yourself a threat to the Order. A pity you couldn't join us. I enjoyed having conversations with you. Good-bye old friend."
And with that a noose was placed around his neck as Saunders was dragged back to his office and thrown out the window.
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August 1925
Bedford, Connecticut
Marshall College
It was Monday morning the 24th, and the beginning of the Fall semester at Marshall College. Indy wore his grey suit and his usual fedora and carried a suitcase in hand. He had arrived on campus as soon as he could after his boss at London University had told him he was being sent back to the states for a temporary assignment at Marshall College. Indy was certain it was punishment for being new to teaching, and now that his old boss was gone he had no one to vouch for him; but at least it was only a semester, and he was told he was to return to London immediately after to continue work at the University. Deirdre was continuing her studies in London, and she had not been herself lately after the loss of her mother, and so the recently blossomed relationship seemed to be dying as quickly as it had grown. It seemed to be for the best that he was away for a few months.
He took in deep breath of campus fresh air as he walked past a lovely garden while students passed by in all directions heading towards their places of study. Two gentlemen in suits seemed to be watching him as he approached. "Dr. Jones, I presume?" the larger man with a cane asked.
"Why yes," he replied.
"Welcome to Marshall College campus. This here is Dr. Adams Dean of Students, and I am Dr. Black chairman of the campus's history department and your new boss."
"Pleasure to meet you both," he said shaking both gentlemen's hands.
"Thank you for arriving so soon for the replacement this semester, we can't thank you enough for you to come out here and help with the students. Let us give you a campus tour and show you where you will be staying.
The two gave Indy the campus tour showing him all the places he needed to know for his stay, and by the end of the tour he was shown his new office, classroom, and faculty suite where he would be staying. He thanked the two before they left, and he began to unpack his suitcase on the bed. It wasn't much, just clothes, his journal, his teaching materials, and his field equipment which consisted of his bullwhip, his .455 Webley revolver, and his satchel. He began to organize and place his things in the drawers provided bedside.
He was thinking about rest when he looked at his watch, it was almost time for his first two-hour class at nine o'clock. He grabbed his briefcase full of teaching material and headed toward Stroud Hall where his classroom was located. Along the way he ran into Dr. Black who said he wanted to sit in on his first class. Great, that's all I need someone looking over my shoulder.
As Black guided Indy to classroom 113, Indy opened the door to see all of his students sitting at their desks. There must have been thirty to forty students. Suddenly Indy felt a bit uneasy as he put his briefcase down and placed his fedora at his desk and, but Dr. Black was the first to break the silence.
"Good morning, class. I want you all to welcome, Dr. Jones who will be your professor of Archaeology this semester. He is a visiting professor from London University and experienced archaeologist who has done exceptional fieldwork in Greece, Iraq, Egypt, and just returned from his work in Scotland," Black said as he spoke to the class, making eye contact with his daughter Shay.
A few students clapped for Indy as he approached the front and Dr. Black took a seat at the back.
"Thank you, I appreciate the welcome, Dr. Black and class. I'll begin Archaeology 101 - Discovering the Past with this quote from Lord George Gordon Byron, The best prophet of the future is the past."
He put his glasses on before breaking out the syllabus and going over the general outline of topics to be discussed over the semester. He was a bit intimidated while he read, but hoped it wouldn't show too much. It was dull, boring first day as usual, and Indy could already gauge the students by seeing who was paying attention and who wasn't as he went over the introduction. Some students were already sleeping. Indy noticed a few girls passing notes and smiling at him. They were very attractive, but he didn't allow himself to be distracted from the lecture. It was going to be a long two-hours.
"This is your newest partner, we have hired him to help protect the merchandise," Drea said as she attempted to smooth out tensions.
"You all will be working together to secure the deal, Molech doesn't want any setbacks and will not settle for anything to get in his way. He expects his shipment in the next four weeks or sooner."
"You all will be working together to secure the deal, Molech doesn't want any setbacks and will not settle for anything to get in his way. He expects his shipment in the next four weeks or sooner."
I'll get the first post up tomorrow.
August 1925
Bedford, Connecticut
Marshall College
It is the beginning of the Fall semester at Marshall College in Bedford, Connecticut where the young, 26 year old, Dr. Henry Jones Jr. visiting from his teaching at London University will be teaching Archaeology 101 only for a semester as a replacement filler for the class since the previous professor was mysteriously murdered. The new temporary professor will be introduced to his class where of course he would meet his new students and eventually get entangled in a plot with a secret group within the college faculty.
Character List: Protagonists/Antagonists
Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones Jr.: Dr. Henry Jones Junior is a young and handsome 26 year old American archaeologist most famously known as Indiana Jones or Indy. He is WWI veteran and a professor at London University. From traveling the world as a boy with his father, Indy is able to read and write 27 languages. He has a deathly fear of snakes. Indiana Jones is a ladies man and rough around the edges who never seems to settle down in one place.
Shay "Shadow" Black: Student, She's very nice, yet she has a temper. She can get a bit angry, but it's not an always thing. She is quiet, not talking to many people as she's afraid of some people, like her family actually. She's a smart kid too. Daughter of Dr. J. Black, a professor and chairman of the history department.
Katherine Dale: Archaeology student, young beautiful and has a crush on Professor Jones.
Dr. James Black: Chairman of the campus's history department, Dr. Henry Jones Jr.'s boss, and father of Shay Black. Dr. J. Black was a very influential man at Marshal College. While chairman of the history department of Marshall College, Professor J. Black also taught American history as well as History 201 and History 250. He disapproves of Professor Jones' teaching methods and being "too young" and "unqualified" for the temporary teaching position Jones has been assigned even with Jones' exemplary background and recommendation from the University of London.
Shaped like a bear with white snow hair his face was wrinkled, and walking required the use of a cane but it also doubled as a device for making a point when banged against desk or ground. He said little outside of the classroom where his passion for American history lay, though the few worthy in Black's eyes could sometimes entice a discussion with him on the Revolutionary War.
As department chair, he kept close watch on his professors and was a stickler for procedure and administrative detail, occasionally commented on the faculty's handling of classes. He also favored coat and tie dresswear. In his personal life, Black had suffered the loss of his wife ten years ago.
Dr. Hillary: Hillary was a superstitious astronomy professor at Marshall College.
Dr. S. Bedini: S. Bedini was a professor at Marshall College as part of the campus's history faculty. Bedini taught "History 200" on the Roman Empire, covering the regime's place as foundation for Western society and government, with attention on Roman government, conquest and their maintaining of the Roman frontier.
Dr. T. Keller: T. Keeler was a professor at Marshall College as part of the campus's history faculty.
Professor L. Komarov: was an assistant professor at Marshall College as part of the campus's history faculty.
Professor Charles Kennedy: Professor at Marshall College and taught Sociology.
Professor B. McFynn: was an assistant professor at Marshall College as part of the campus's history faculty. McFynn taught "History 101" which covered the developments in medieval Europe from the fall of the Roman Empire and reign of Charlemagne through to the Renaissance with emphasis on the role of the Catholic Church on the period's politics.
Professor M. Reed: was an associate professor at Marshall College as part of the campus's history faculty. Reed taught History 201 which focused on the fall of the Roman Empire, the rise of the barbarians and the beginnings of medieval society, as well as History 220 concerning the emergence of Europe from the Middle Ages to Renaissance society.
Pat Roche: was a retired history professor and on the Board of Regents which governed the school policy.
Dr. Charles Stanforth: professor of British Literature
Dr. J. Adams: Dean of Students at Marshall College
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Locations within Marshall College:
Quad: outside lawn and garden with statue of beloved dean
Marshall College Library (Burke J. Carter Library): Large expansive four story library
Marshall College Art Gallery: was a small museum located on the third floor of the Burke J. Carter Library on the campus of Marshall College. The collection was the college's own, relying on exhibits and art donated by the school's alumni and professors. While the most impressive exhibit was made up of Native American artifacts, the museum hosted ancient Greek, Roman, Egyptian and Mesopotamian pieces as well as art by minor Impressionist and Renaissance painters, and displayed some more recent work.
Lecture Hall: large multi-purpose room for assembly, meetings, and events
Football Stadium
College Office Building: where faculty and staff offices were located
Marshall College chapel (Keeler Chapel): Christian church on campus open during the day for spiritual direction and prayer, Chaplin held services on Sunday mornings.
Meal Hall: cafeteria building with Gothic arches and high-pitched roof, filled with chairs and long table with the kitchen at the back where the cooks readied the meals. The hall sometimes doubled as a lecture hall, and some students used the building as a study place during off hours. Others tried to score food off the kitchen staff. Rumored to be haunted with "the Cafeteria Curse."
Mathematics Building: where all math classes were held
Ferguson Science Building: where all science and health classes were held.
Woolley Hall: large building with classrooms and two floors.
White Hall: large building with classrooms and two floors.
Stroud Hall: large building with classrooms and two floors. 113 was a classroom where Professor Jones taught archaeology class.
Gymnasium: basketball/volleyball court and gym
Observatory: complete with telescope
Arnold Dorm: student dorm building with 3 floors.
Bedient Dorm: student dorm building with 3 floors.
Titicus Dorm: student dorm building with 3 floors, Professor Jones occupied a faculty suite on the first floor and accessible by the 1st floor common room.
Westcott Dorm: student dorm building with 3 floors.
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The Order of Hallows:
"Freemasonry" is a fraternal organization. The Freemasons are one of the most secretive and controversial religious groups in the world. Masons have existed for centuries, they've existed covertly for even longer. Having passed down traditions and secrets from one generation of initiates to the next, they make it difficult to know what’s outdated and what’s still practiced.
Some key facts
1. They will not testify truthfully against each other
2. They have a secret handshake
3. They have several secret passwords
4. Their rituals involve a noose
5. They’re obsessed with the sun
6. Masons exclude atheists
7. They work to control politics and finance in various countries (covertly take over the world)
8. Their symbol is on the dollar bill ("All-seeing eye" pyramid)
9. They wear rings to signify their membership
10. A Grand Master was the appointed leader who wore a gold embroidered apron and cuffs as well as a gold necklace
11. The Grand Master appoints officers
"Suit yourself," she said responding to the Twi'lek's reservation. She was already back around Dronas letting her fingers loosen some tension in his shoulders, oh my was he tense. She preferred bad boys anyways.
Drea noticed the hint of jealousy in Braedug's voice and stepped closer to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt pulling him very close to her face.
"Perhaps I can show you how enjoyable this city can be..." she ended with a soft and slow kiss on his lips.
"Perhaps I can show you how enjoyable this city can be..." she ended with a soft and slow kiss on his lips.
Drea welcomed Dronas and Braedug to a table where three full glasses sat next to a bottle of Devil's whiskey.
"Gentlemen, welcome back to Hole," she said greeting Dronas with a kiss.
"I hope you two are enjoying your stay on Cloud City?"
"Gentlemen, welcome back to Hole," she said greeting Dronas with a kiss.
"I hope you two are enjoying your stay on Cloud City?"
I'm here, I was just waiting for dredigan. I can post if you want me to.
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