The Play’s the Thing
As the midnight hour approached the Agents of Cassandra 23 gathered their courage
and strode out into the cold, clear night for their rendezvous with destiny. Fortunately
the college was only a short walk from the safehouse so we arrived in time to foil their
dreadful scheme.
As we approached the curtain clad exterior wall of their makeshift theatre we could see
that they must already be within, for shafts of yellow light escaped from chinks in the
curtains and the rhythmic metre of that play could be heard. We crept in through a
sidedoor and surveyed the scene before us. The student bar had been converted into a
cross between a temple and a theatre, with a black, shroud bedecked stage at the back
and seven pillars decorated with the mark of the Yellow Sign.
Creeping forward Jones and I went down the shadowed left side of the area while Billy
and Patrick moved onto the central stairway which faced the stage, hoping to distract
the players from their purpose. Across on the other side of the room Fox and Scott
were moving towards the stages. As we moved forward we tore the Yellow Signs from
their places, our actions accompanied by the eerie cadences of some sinister chant and
the play’s haunting music. The players were clad in costume as befitted their roles and
had their faces covered with theatrical masks, which made them seemed even more
detached from the normal people we actually knew them to be. Despite our efforts the
play seemed to have a life of its own and the players moved like automata, simply
fulfilling their parts
All of the Signs had been cast aside but the play still moved inexorably towards its
climax … both Jones and Fox believed that the time for quiet action was over and
prepared to shoot the cultists off the stage. Fox leapt out into the central aisle, directly
in front of the stage and levelled his gun, he warned the cultists to stop but received no
reply so once again a gunshot reverberated into the night. One of the players slumped
to the floor but the play continued on without a pause, apparently beginning to reach
its climax.
In desperation Fox glanced around and saw a pattern of strange crystals arranged on a
table just in front of him. He swept his arm down and scattered the crystals and as he
did so the summoning collapsed. Some of the weaker cultists collapsed but, before we
could apprehend him, Lux pulled off his mask and muttered a few words of an
antediluvian tongue then leapt backwards through an mind-numbing ‘tear’ in the air
behind him and disappeared.
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All material on these pages relates to fictional situations, characters and organisations,part of an ongoing murder mystery type adventure game, and in no way reflects any real interest or belief in the paranormal, espionage, etc, etc. It's just a game chaps!
Last Updated:26th March 2000