![]() Whilst I concentrate, Alice's voice comes to me, "Check out this headline", she reads aloud a report, MYSTICISM MALFEASANCE * Occultism craze sweeps Arkham * Police warn most "mediums" frauds * Beecher boats magic "very real" "could this be further evidence of this cult gathering worshippers?", she wonders aloud, not sure If I'm listening. As I do so I feel the effects of another Gate Burst around me, this ritual obviously comes at a great cost. Waking Alice I begin divining for a Portal that will let me interupt the ritual I felt in Downtown. It is finally time to put my other Arcane knowledge to the test. The diary leads me to believe that each district of Arkham has a ring leader in the cult ingrained within it, this knowledge Lita passed on to us must not go to waste. How is that possible? The cult must be larger than I imagined." If we are to save Arkham from the ghouls and their hungering master, we'll need to find and dismantle this cult. "They've been doing it for years, but we've only just noticed. "They cover up the disappearances", Lita explains in her diary. Between our own investigation and Lita Chandler's discoveries, it seems that a group of cultists are active within Arkham. We must make haste but I remember the diary I collected from the poor butcher's wife, we must know our enemy, I open a marked entry and read and learn more. I awake refreshed but in my mind's eye I know another Ghoul Acolyte is hastening doom by ritualistic means, Downtown. I find him and he teaches me about ghouls, he explains that the Eyeless Watcher was once a child of his but had been subverted by Umordhoth, the Devourer Below so Nodens is content to aid me in my quest to defeat this awakening ancient one. In my dreams, I am hunting for Nodens, the lord and master of the nightgaunts. I doze off in a pew and get a badly needed nap. Up the steps, through the doors, I lay Alice down on the closest pew and slump beside her, must. I check Lita's body for signs of life, find none but discover her diary which I pocket then gathering Alice in my arms I stagger away to the safest place nearby I know, South Church. Alice drops to the ground, the shrivelling arms of my prey having no strength to hold her aloft any more. I lose my grip on sanity and feel my focus and the knowledge I have gathered burn up in the gathering of my ritual. I pour all my power through my cane, the sign on my cigarette case glows, the imminent loss of my ally spurs me on. ![]() Ignoring the signs of doom all around, my sole focus is the Masked Hunter. ![]() Loss leads to rage leads to need lends to power. Justice, dreams, travel, a cleansing, clover, alignment, plumbing trouble, a text, a threat, a plea
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