Masks of Nyarlathotep

Welcome to your campaign!
A blog for your campaign

Wondering how to get started? Here are a few tips:

1. Invite your players

Invite them with either their email address or their Obsidian Portal username.

2. Edit your home page

Make a few changes to the home page and give people an idea of what your campaign is about. That will let people know you’re serious and not just playing with the system.

3. Choose a theme

If you want to set a specific mood for your campaign, we have several backgrounds to choose from. Accentuate it by creating a top banner image.

4. Create some NPCs

Characters form the core of every campaign, so take a few minutes to list out the major NPCs in your campaign.

A quick tip: The “+” icon in the top right of every section is how to add a new item, whether it’s a new character or adventure log post, or anything else.

5. Write your first Adventure Log post

The adventure log is where you list the sessions and adventures your party has been on, but for now, we suggest doing a very light “story so far” post. Just give a brief overview of what the party has done up to this point. After each future session, create a new post detailing that night’s adventures.

One final tip: Don’t stress about making your Obsidian Portal campaign look perfect. Instead, just make it work for you and your group. If everyone is having fun, then you’re using Obsidian Portal exactly as it was designed, even if your adventure log isn’t always up to date or your characters don’t all have portrait pictures.

That’s it! The rest is up to your and your players.

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EJ1 - Crown Casino Timeline

Timeline

Friday (20th Dec 2012)

Elias Checked in

Saturday (21st Dec 2012)

9:15 3rd couple arrive with luggage
10am Elias emerges and leaves
2pm Businessman arrives
2pm Mr and Mrs Faith (3am walkers) left
2pm 3rd couple left
2:15 Mr and Mrs Wong (4am walkers) entered arguing then left again
3:15 Elias returns, then leaves again with a bag
6pm 3rd couple returned from dinner
6:05 Elias returns (without the bag) slumped and leaning (as if hurt) against the wall
8pm order room service – fried noodles 1 serve
8:30pm called room service – following up on order, changed to burger and fries
8:35pm Room services leaves food, Elias comes out to get it
9pm concierge wanted to connect someone through the phone (Alpha)
9pm businessman heard a loud argument (1109) went to Virgin Active
9:15 Elias called someone (mobile number)
10pm 3rd couple go to sleep

Sunday (22nd Dec 2012)

2am ELIAS DIED
2am lights flicker some static on footage
3am The Faiths went past, nothing noticed
4am The Wongs went past, there was a smell from the room
8am body discovered by cleaners

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EJ2 - "Burn Book" Server Info

Roger Carlyle and his girlfriend died in 2010 in a plane crash in the Caribbean
Photos of Roger in 2012 in Japan
Matt Damon is developing a car park in QVM
Also developing in Docklands (wants to move the eaglehawk statue)
Owns the Templestowe Astronomy Club building for 3 years. 2 storey building. On second level there is a Chinese courier company called Yang Courier Services sell and send to China milk powder, health supplements etc. Owned by Jade Gate.
Believes Matt Damon is a Branch Master of the OTO in Melbourne, popularised by Alistair Crowley.
Sponsoring two expeditions to Aboriginal settlements: one near west side of NT (city?), the other near Uluru.
Photographed with African Woman called Windtalker
Alexander Parade is a member of the OTO, trying to create some shit with QVM parking development which would cause a problem so that Division 6 will be funded
Alexander, Matt and Windtalker were photographed at Templestowe Astronomy Club.
Locksley investigated cannibals
Elias was smoker on 8 cases
Division 6 tried to recruit him.

Started with Roger Carlyle
Then found Roger alive and talking to Windtalker in Japan
Then in London
Then in Cairo
Then at Astronomy Club with Matt
Matt then led him to Alexander

Found Windtalker’s name through e-mails from psikiller@tor.com after reaching out to his global contacts
Warned Elias not to come to Cairo because of Windtalker

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EJ3 - Harriet's Final Report

Working Theory:

Elias Jackson was killed by a mathematical equation that can create fractals caused by Maria.

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Faust's POV
Inner Demon

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Inexplicitly, Faust was in a church.

It was his local church and the only other people present was the Pastor and Faust’s two sons, looking exactly as they did 10 years ago. They were in the middle of Communion, eating bread and drinking what looked to be red wine.

The place brought back many unhappy memories and Faust was more livid than alarmed. The rage helped focus his mind and he began suspecting that this was a dream or an illusion – it was hard to tell in his line of work. But before he could gather his thoughts, a voice called out from the pews.

“Dr Faust”

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The man was dressed in a charcoal business suit, dark shirt and accented with a crimson tie. He was clean shaven with shoulder-lengthed hair. His eyes flickered red in the light. Faust eyed the stranger warily, it didn’t take a genius to figure this one out. He decided to cut directly to the chase.

“What do you want?”

The man raised an eyebrow and cracked a half-smile.

“Dr Faust, I would ask the same of you. You see, you and your friends have called me, and I am-”

“I haven’t called you”, Faust cut him short.

“On the contrary, Dr Faust. You did and you are, whether you realise it or not.”

Rather than continue playing word games, Faust gestures to his surroundings, “And this? You brought me here for a reason?”

“You misunderstand. I am merely here as an invited guest. We are here because you wanted it.”

“Really.” Faust replied in a skeptical tone.

He immediately closed his eyes and thought about his desk at the Police station, his only constant for the last decade. He recalled each piece of wood and how they connected, the wooden grain and the finish. His mental image expanded to include neighbouring desks, chairs, tables, shelves, odds and ends and other clutter that made up his home away from home. Soon, he dared to open his eyes.

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Intriguingly, Faust was now at his workplace.

The novelty of the situation suppressed any shock or surprise from the sudden change. Everything was exactly as he remembered it. As another test, Faust pinched himself and felt pain. Maybe this wasn’t a dream, but it didn’t feel like he was fully awake.

Scanning the room, he tried to find any defects that would explain this illusion. But nothing was out of the ordinary… except that the man in the business suit.

“Why are you still here?” Faust barked.

“Dr Faust, it is quite rude to invite a guest and then promptly dismiss him for no reason”, the man answered with a bemused smile.

“Tell it to someone who cares. I haven’t invited anyone for over ten years and I definitely haven’t started now.”

“Very well Dr Faust, but before I leave, let me give you a warning: look inside the cell.”

The Police station holding cells were located on the opposite side of the room. A quick glance revealed Samar, sitting inanimate on the bed with a blank expression.

“Your friend is not who he says he is. Look closer.”

A shadowy form begins to engulf Samar and Faust quickly fixed his gaze back at the man.

“I am not playing your games. Leave.”

The man returned the gaze and held it for a brief moment, his eyes flickered softly and he faded out of existence. Faust took a deep breath and waited for this dream to end.

Unfortunately, Faust didn’t wake up.

Pacing around his own limbo, Faust considered his options. The man said his friends had also called him, so they were likely in their own version of this nightmare. They may be needing his help right now, but how could he go to them? He closed his eyes and concentrated.

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Faust memories of the shack in Katherine was sketchy at best, and it seemed to take an eternity to build up a strong mental image. It was when he could hear the soft sounds of rain splattering on the tin roof, did he finally open his eyes.

Looking around, he checked his belongings and equipment and rushed downstairs to discover what kind of mess his friends had gotten themselves into.

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