Luke Gearing
Sag River Extreme Cold Research Facility, Alaska.
On October 6th, the agents receive the usual summons: “Special delivery requires pick-up. Unit 798, Eastside Industrial.”
Within the unit, the door unlocked, a large table with a large shipping crate. To the side, a tape-player and a manilla envelope marked with a green triangle. Within the envelope, a shipping manifest, a tape and a chartered flight contract.
The tape is a recording of Mr Green.
“Hello. This is Mr Green speaking.
On the 5th of October, we received a tip-off from a friendly asset that something unusual had been caught in a random search of private flights. A shipping manifest should be in the room, alongside the object we intercepted.
Our researchers have identified the object as a “mellified man” - a human corpse, mummified in honey. The flesh is said to be a potent magical cure. The shipping manifest is false - analysts believing the shipping company, Industrial Solution Logistics, a front for black operations conducted by the Office of Naval Intelligence. As far as we have been able to tell, this shipment originated in Okinawa.
What does not seem falsified is the destination - the Sag River Extreme Cold Research Facility. This is located in Northern Alaska, downriver from the Prudhoe Bay Oil Field. The only settlement is the working town of Deadhorse. This facility has minimal records, legally existing at a bare-minimum, with some indications of military affiliation. We currently believe it to be a government contractor, though we have no assets able to tell us more at this time.
You are to travel to Alaska and determine the nature of the facility and why they purchased this object. If there is anything anomalous, you are to capture or destroy it. If you are able to determine who owns or operates this facility, this will give us more to follow-up on. Given the extremity of the locale, support is limited. We have chartered a private flight for you - take off is in 12 hours. There are will be no customs checks - you touch down at midnight, October 7th. Prepare appropriately.”
The shipping manifest reads as follows.
“SHIPPING TRANSCRIPT
PLACE OF ORIGIN:: PARIS, FR, EU.
CARRIER: Industrial Solution Logistics (REG. Suitland, Maryland)
DESTINATION: Postmaster, Sag River Extreme Cold Research Facility, AL
MANIFEST: One (1) Art-Object (Duty paid). UNINSURED - High Fragility.
CARE OF—- Mr. A. Ross.
DOMESTIC CARRIER:::: Collection Oct 8th DEADHORSE DELIVERIES, Deadhorse Airstrip.”
The chartered flight contract details a nearby airfield, booking a one-way flight to Deadhorse, Alaska. The pilot, Isaac Davidson, is an easy-going yet cocksure pilot who scrubbed out of Air Force service due to drunken behaviour.
Within the shipping crate is a heavy stone sarcophagus, unmarked. Bands of gold once sealed it shut, but have been expertly cut. Within is a corpse, suspended in half-crystallised honey. The borders between the hairless body and the surrounding honey are fuzzy, the flesh seemingly dissolving outwards into the substance entombing it.
Deadhorse
At the airfield, no-one comes to meet the agents. All the buildings on the airfield but the traffic control tower are dark and empty, the controller in new boots that squeak.
Almost everyone here works on the oilfield or services those who do. Almost none have heard of the facility - those who have only know it as a turn-off down the road that follows Sag River.
Deadhorse Deliveries
Owned and operated by Laura Sears, 41. She is hard, no-bullshit woman who mostly lives her in vehicle, emerging like some beast of the tundra for food when needed. She smuggles alcohol into this dry town, but never drinks any whilst in Alaska. A network of old scars inch their way across her legs. Within them still lurks fragments of glass and metal.
Asked, she curtly shares that she’s done a few deliveries to the facility. She knows nothing of the contents and aims to keep it that way. For anything more, she demands payment: $200. As she tells it, the facility itself is a large, ugly building surrounded by a wirelink fence. She’s never been inside - rifle-armed security men take receipt of the delivery outside, hauling it around the side of the building rather than going in the main entrance. There’s a covered carpark - usually with the typical winterized trucks of the region, although twice she has seen a luxury SUV with tinted windows parked there.
Sag River Extreme Cold Research Facility
3 hours down the Dalton Highway, where the flat immensity of the landscape begins to crumble, a track snakes away from the road, passing between the low hills like waves of earth. The cold weather has frozen heavy tire-tracks into the track - matching those of 4x4s.
The facility consists of 3 large steel modular units combined into a crooked shape, surrounded by a razorwire topped chainlink fence, 10’ tall. A covered garage stands within the perimeter. Behind, two generators, external to the building, are connected with bundled wires umbilical. From outside, observers can see the lights are on internally. Long observation reveals no-one leaving, nor any movement - the curtains are not drawn at night, and no lights are switched off. Cameras jut from each face, lazily pivoting left and right.
No-one reacts to any perimeter breach. They are gone.
The Chimpanzees
Haunting the building are six chimpanzees. Each was cryogenically frozen and now walks despite the delicate structures of their brains being near-entire destroyed by the freezing process. Physical trauma is minimally effective - they simply pick themselves back up. They hunt their erstwhile captors, but are unable to distinguish between humans. Those they kill they do not eat - instead, they are dragged towards the basement. They cannot be distracted, but they can be tricked.
Evasion: +0
Shooting: None.
Melee: 2d6. Always receives one Injury as it fights without self preservation. Adds +1d6 for each additional Chimpanzee assisting.
Harm: Whenever a Chimpanzee is Injured or Downed, roll 1d6 on the table below.
| Xd6 | Result |
|---|---|
| 1-17 | The Chimpanzee rises up despite their horrific injuries. When rolling on this table again, add an additional 1d6. |
| 18+ | The Chimpanzee is destroyed utterly, a heap of gore. |
For every 10 minutes spend searching the facility, there is a 2-in-6 chance that the Chimpanzees have found the group. They know enough to use cover and spring ambushes.
Key
Reception
A metal door typical to the region gives way to a disarmingly conventional office reception. A large sofa to the side, flanked at one side by a coat rack straining with heavy outerwear. Behind the desk, a series of papers recording comings and goings - the last update the 4th of October, showing “Mr Adrian” leaving after a stay of a single day. Bland corporate art sits on the wall, depicting nothing. The door deeper into the building is deeply scratched on the corridor-facing side.
Mess Hall
Long steel benches fill the space. Old mugs of coffee and tea sit, long stale. Some have been knocked down, smashed upon the floor and leaving Rorschach blots of dried, sticky drinks upon the floor. Most of the mugs read “Best Parent Award” or have pictures of children far away from here.
Kitchen
A low, musty-sweet smell of rotting fruit fills the kitchen space. A fruitbowl slowly collapses. The doors to the large double-width refrigerator have been torn off, spoiled food falling out as if the appliance is vomiting. Separate from these heaps, chewed mouthfuls deposited as if spat out. A gleaming set of kitchen-knives are undisturbed.
Recreation Room
A pool table, the felt hopelessly torn up. A large, expensive television on a mount in the corner in front of several sofas, seemingly chewed. A bookcase has been ripped from the wall, scientific and fictional works destroyed, pages scattered by the fall and recombined by chance into new strange works.
Gym
A full-featured gym, silent. A plastic bottle sits beside a treadmill, half-drunk. A towel stiff with dried sweat is draped over the handlebars of a stationary bike.
Residential Rooms:
These rooms each contain a bed, a bedside table and a wardrobe as standard. The below focus on the unique features of each room.
1
Empty of personal effects. Atop the unmade bed, bedclothes of silk. A triple-bolt lock studs in the interior of the door.
2(Shiv)
Stacks of chess books. On the beside table, a set-up chessboard and a stack of letters, each detailing a chess move.
3(Laird)
The September issue of Guns & Ammo. A book on Alaskan wildlife, and a hunting permit registered to Laird Meyer.
4(Jerred)
A collection of VHS tapes - all cheap monster movies.
5(Cletus)
Heaps of well-worn detective novels. Three balled-up drafts of letters to Vivian Olson. They detail a desire to rekindle a romantic relationship. A set of keys with a printed label hang from a hook glued to the wall: “IF FOUND RETURN TO SECURITY.” On the reverse,in ballpoint pen: “Cletus if I find these again I will skin you alive.”
6(Karsyn)
A heavily annotated and creased copy of “The Prospect of Immortality”. The annotations are almost all negative. A small stuffed bear, old but well-cared for.
7(Marcus)
An antique Colt Single Action Army in .45 Colt with 36 rounds and high-end tools for maintenance. A bottle of Glenfiddich 12.
8(Devon)
The core three books of Advanced Dungeons and Dragons 1e, clearly thumbed through many times. A pack of polyhedral dice with no signs of use. A small collection of fantasy paperbacks.
9(Truman)
A heavy family Bible. A rosary hangs upon the wall.
10(Piers)
A fat leatherbound journal, encoded in a simple Caesar substitution. It details dreams, carefully dated, with extensive commentary. A copy of the I Ching in French.
11(Gurat)
A huge collection of photos coat the walls. Each is of a man wearing a turban and a suit, smiling next to a figure usually dressed in religious attire. On the back of each photo is a date, location and a name. Those familiar with New Age religions recognise many of these figures as debunked leaders of such movements. Those involved in deprogramming or the Cult Awareness Network recognise the man as Gurat, a self-described “Guru-Buster” who goes by his mononym.
12(Stafford)
The latest archaeological journals, particularly those detailing digs in Bronze Age sites. In the bedside table, a dirk, a rondel dagger and a duck-bill bronze axe.
13 (Frang & Olga)
A pair of beds. A small radio, switched on and tuned to white noise - currently muted. Within each bedside table, a Voors Head Device.
Empty
Seemingly an accident of architecture, this room contains nothing.
Meeting Room 1
A single long table is surrounded by chairs. At the end of the room, a whiteboard with a magnetic eraser and pens. Upon it are written hieroglyphics. Translated, they read:
“Come for my soul, O you wardens of the sky! If you delay letting my soul see my corpse, you will find the eye of Horus standing up thus against you … The sacred barque will be joyful and the great god will proceed in peace when you allow this soul of mine to ascend vindicated to the gods… May it see my corpse, may it rest on my mummy, which will never be destroyed or perish.”
Meeting Room 2
Knocked-over chairs are scattered, mingling with broken porcelain - all stained by coffee.
Archaeological Room
Three long workbenches divide this room. Upon the northernmost workbench:
- A heavy stone Mycenaean sarcophagi, carved with Linear B text. Set into the stone are swirling designs of gold, forming clouds. Above the clouds, chariots are carved, each heavily armed. The charioteers are blank-faced. The head chariot is driven by a figure depicted in gold. The sarcophagi is empty.
- A ruin of stinking flesh in a puddle of putrefaction which drips onto the floor like tar. Despite the decay, evidence can be found of tissue samples being taken.
Upon the central workbench:
- A heavily burnt Ancient Egyptian sarcophagi, much of the detail lost. Lead has been melted into the seams as if to seal it shut. Within, a damaged mummy, the hands black with long-dried gore, the fingernails protruding from the bandages.
- A sophisticated, computer-controlled imaging device designed to scan the interiors of objects without opening them. Beside it, an instruction manual open to the troubleshooting pages. Several passages are highlighted.
Upon the southernmost workbench:
- The Röst Girl, thought destroyed. Tissue samples have been taken.
- The upper half of a human body, preserved in salt. The hair is long and white, much of the face hidden behind a beard. The fine hairs move with the air-currents in the room. Tissue samples have been taken.
Upon the walls are wax-rubbings of the sarcophagi and sketches of the corpses. Delicate tools - files, brushes, hammers - flank them. Against the northern wall, two large chest freezers in stainless steel. The left contains tissue samples in small glass containers. The second contains a mummified dog.
The eastern wall is hidden behind large steel bookcases, stuffed with archaeological reference texts - all focusing on funerary practices. Many have bookmarks, focusing on artefacts thought to store the dead before some spiritual - or material - return from death.
Break Room 1
The doors have been torn from the cupboards here, their contents smashed and destroyed. Dried blood as if from knuckles studs the damaged walls. The coffee machine is still functional, although the output is unpalatable.
Storage 1
Chairs, tables, heavy coats, rifle ammunition, emergency rations and fuel are packed into this room - barely navigable without causing a chain reaction of collapse.
Break Room 2
A pristine break room, seemingly untouched. Clean cups sit beside a sink which still smells faintly of bleach. The refrigerator contains spoiled food which has burst its container - the smell, still contained within, is enough to cause vomiting.
Ritual Space
A wide room, empty but for the central tableau. A boat of skin, stretched into place by bone, sits in the centre of the room. Beside it, a thin knife of crystal, the handle antler. Connected to the boat by its entrails is a pig, long expired. Three paces away, outside a circle of chalk which surrounds the rest, a lectern. Upon it is a single sheet of paper and a gourd within which some liquid remains. The liquid is a potent hallucinogenic tea brewed from psilocybe mushrooms. The sheet has two block of text - the top half a photocopy of Old East Slavic text, the lower handwritten in English. The English text is widely spaced, with additional notes in red ink by a different hand.
“Those who would journey … … … prepare a vessel of skin stretched by bone. The bones must be taken from a mother cow who has seen her calves bear their own children. The skin must be that of lambs killed the day of their birth, unsullied by their first meal. [? might refer to breastfeeding] The vessel must be large enough to carry all those taking the journey, and each voyager must imbibe the tea. [looking at local practices, we’ve brewed the ‘tea’ from local hallucinogenic mushrooms] They must then wait in the vessel. There are three ways to return. The pilot may carry a blessed knife to cut his flesh, firm and unyielding without a blade. A cord of entrails, anchored to a pig, may also provide a trail home. Finally, a rope of umbilical cords may be anchored upon the earth.”
The Old East Slavic text reads:
“Those who would journey to the Lake of Seasons must prepare a vessel of skin stretched by bone. The bones must be taken from a mother whale who has seen her calves bear their own children. The skin must be that of lambs killed the day of their birth, unsullied by their first meal. The vessel must be large enough to carry all those taking the journey, and each voyager must imbibe the tea. They must then wait in the vessel. There are three ways to return. The pilot may carry a blessed knife to cut the waters which are like flesh, firm and unyielding without a blade. A cord of entrails, anchored to a dog, may also provide a trail home. Finally, a rope of umbilical cords may be anchored upon the earth.”
Occult Library
Heavy wooden bookshelves surround tables, heavy with lamps, magnifying glasses and translation-dictionaries. All are occult tomes - many are copies, although a few originals of lesser works are amongst them. Most detail ways to transcend mortality, whether by extending the lifespan, creating a new body or inhabiting the flesh of another. Most are accompanied by hand-written commentaries, noting similarities with other works and attempting to achieve synthesis between them. The end of most of these detail that the grimoire is false, or unlikely to be of use.
Storage 2
Freezers full of food hum quietly. Six three-man inflatable military boats sit in their packaging, complete with the machines to inflate them.
Stairs Down
Wide stairs lead downwards, thick cords of cable emerging from the gloom below like tendrils. They lead to the Basement. Descending the stairs, the temperature noticeably drops.
Airlock
A heavy steel door bars access into the Security Operations Room. A camera watches the space, the light blinking gently. A welding torch or an hour of effort could smash down the door.
Security Operations Room
CCTV monitors stud one wall, each showing scenes of emptiness. A rack with three pump-action 12 gauge shotguns and three .303 hunting rifles stands to the side. The opposite wall is plastered with pinups. Between them, a small whiteboard. Upon it is written “DAYS SINCE C-BOMB: 0”. A bank of charging stations for short-range radios is empty.
Storage 3
Broken-down shipping crates litter the room, as well as several crowbars. A set of snow shovels lean against one wall, just beginning to rust.
Cargo Lift
A heavy-duty lift, allowing access to the Basement.
The Basement
Accessible by either the stairs or the cargo-lift, the basement is filled with large metal dewars, partially set into the floor. Each is connected to the ceiling by bright yellow pipes, all connecting to a single huge tank towards the back of the room. It bears a proliferation of warning stickers, clearly labelling the contents as liquid nitrogen.
Between the dewars snake thick power cables, hooked up to UPS units. The walls - poured concrete - sprout banks of monitors, providing read-outs on internal temperatures on graphs - six are bright red, reading as COMPROMISED. The corresponding six stand open, their lids adjacent - each buckled up and outwards from inside the container. All six are empty. Investigating the others reveals them to be full of liquid nitrogen, preserving an animal corpse.
Tucked into one corner is a sophisticated chemistry lab as well as several thick lab-books, detailing experiments to revivify frozen animals. None have been successful. None of the chimpanzees were due for tests for three months.
Those exiting the basement find themselves in the Other Facility.
The Other Facility
The Other Facility is an exact duplicate of the Sag River Extreme Cold Research Facility. Within, most of the staff of the facility still survive despite their transport to the Lake of Seasons, upon which the Other Facility floats atop a slab of earth. There is no natural light in this place, although the generators are still working, providing electric light. There are no Chimpanzees here. Use the descriptions in the facility above, although signs of decay and damage are absent.
The staff have divided, the occultists fearing one another after the botched ritual. Each suspects a deliberate botch to transport the entire facility to the Lake of Seasons, though none is able to provide a cogent reason as to why someone would do this. The rest of the staff, entirely out of their element, have divided themselves up amongst the occultists. Staff are marked S for security, C for Cryonics.
All of the groups will be shocked at visitors, and demand answers, hoping for a way to return to reality. None have been moved to violence against the others yet.
Slavko Group
Frang and Olga Slavko have holed up in the basement, gathering Devon (S), Marcus (S) and Karsyn (C). The sisters are desperate to survive this situation, and consider anyone else expendable in this goal. They were previously Voor’s Head Device devotees after escaping a human trafficking operation, but have since devoted themselves to the study of Dream. Now their dreams show them only huge crawling hives of insects who speak of things to come in a maddening drone - especially of a bargain made for escape. Where possible, they try to speak through Devon and Marcus - Karsyn is near catatonic with fear, and does the sisters’ bidding mutely.
Devon is a failed novelist who turned to security work thinking he would use the free time to hone his skills. He is observant, quick to catch out liars, but far too curious to leave things alone.
Marcus is in love with guns and violence. He has a large tattoo on his forearm, half-covered up with roses: it used to mark his membership in a biker gang, now split up and moved on by the Hell’s Angels. His knuckles are scarred.
Karsyn was obsessed with cryonics - the grief of a dead child consumed him, and he was determined to ensure no-one else would have to feel this pain again. Now, he is nearly entirely hollow. Fear has consumed him.
Louvoun Group
Piers Louvoun has gathered his flock in the Ritual Space, at first thinking the vessel would still be there. His poor translation caused the ritual to transport the entire “vessel” - the facility itself - to the Lake of Seasons. Despite his failure, he feels no remorse. He is filled with a hunger for knowledge, seeking to unravels the mysteries of the world that it may no longer do him harm. Jerred (S), Cletus (S), Laird (S) and Shiv (C) have gathered around him, although they are doubting his leadership - he wishes to sent them out to explore the Lake of Seasons. He claims this is to find a way out - he simply wants to know what lies out there. If he can be convinced that the situation is hopeless, or his thirst for knowledge is slaked with the blood of others, he admits the knife Gurat holds could be used to escape the Lake of Seasons.
Jerred would describe himself as “a regular type guy who likes beer.” Asked about home, he says it was only boring. He is surprising himself at how well he is taking the entire situation.
Cletus is a forgetful, fretful man who was discharged from the US Marines for assaulting an officer. He is at his limit, and ready to explode. He never goes anywhere without his .44 revolver.
Laird grew up in Alaska, and took this job to get away from home after a messy divorce. He will latch on to any hope of escaping - he wants to make amends with his ex-wife.
Shiv was head-hunted from the All India Institute of Medical Sciences to lead the cryonics research here, leaving behind his family in the huge mansion bought with his signing bonus. He has made his peace with his death being the cost of their happiness, although a good shot at escape would renew his efforts.
Gurat Group
Gurat prides himself as a “Guru-Buster” - a professional sceptic, travelling the world and proving his mark to be a fraud time and time again. Hired to weed out bullshit, he is now facing down a reality he cannot accept. He and Stafford (C) are in the Kitchen, armed with knives - Gurat holding a duplicate of the crystal knife found in the Ritual Space. Some part of him wants to die here, rather than escape and undo his life’s work.
Stafford was trying to pursue a romantic relationship with Gurat, the two having bonded over their love of history. Watching the man crumble is destroying him.
Modified Keys
Kitchen
Gurat and Stafford are here, untrusting of all the others. Convincing Gurat to give up the knife is difficult: if framed as a ritual tool, he is more liable to destroy it. Stafford could be convinced to wrestle it off him if he believed it would save them both.
Archaeological Room
All of the mummies and corpses are missing; their containers are not.
Ritual Space
The ritual accoutrements are entirely absent. In their place is Piers Louvoun and his group - Piers trying to corral them into exploring the Lake of Seasons, reporting their findings over radio. After initial questioning, he shifts focus to the newcomers, promising that their explorations will help find a way out.
Occult Library
This room has been ransacked - many of the tomes flung about, smashed apart, pages marred with vicious strikes of ink.
The Basement The Slavko group are holed up here, despite Devon wanting to move out and explore the area to find out what exactly has happened to them. Told of the planned expedition, he happily abandons the sisters in favour of action. If they are brought reports of the Teeming Augur, the Frang begins sobbing whilst Olga explains their dream-visions.
The Lake of Seasons
The Other Facility rests upon a large slab of earth, floating in an infinite black ocean, unlit from above. The sound of water gently lapping at the earth can be heard below, although it cannot be seen without a torch. The effect is of nothingness - a solitary sphere of material in a total void.
The waters of the Lake of Seasons causing rapid ageing, thankfully localised to that area. Being totally submerged is certain death. Individual droplets are harmless - separated from the whole, the waters lose whatever power it is they hold.
No compasses work upon the Lake - all navigation can only be conducted in reference to the light emitted from the windows of the Other Facility, and other other sources discovered.
Any journey taken has a 1-in-20 chance of attracting the attention of 1d6-4 Entropy Survivor, emerging from the Lake’s waters.
Entropy Survivors
The Black Worms, The Coils of Consumption, The Eels of Season.
When all energy spreads infinitely thin, something will survive as a concentration in the flat empty dark. These entities will seek one another, winnowing down their numbers to eke out some few millennia more of existence. Predators and basking sharks, immense coils of ribbed worm set behind mouths fit to extinguish suns. Within the Lake of Seasons, some echo of these final inheritors of existence lurk, preying instead upon those who come to the Lake too early. They are tiny in comparison - merely the size of underground trains. They are attracted to heat, light and movement. They consume electricity, radioactivity and light before resorting to living things.
To Hit: Automatic hits.
Shooting: N/A.
Melee: Those targeted must dodge or be consumed and destroyed utterly.
Harm: Whenever an Entropy Survivor would be Injured or Downed, roll a d20, adding +1 for each prior roll this engagement. On a 20+, it is driven away for d8 hours.
Locations
Each journey takes 1d20 hours, and leads to one of the following locations. Once discovered, these locations may be found again, taking the same length of time. Randomly determine which is found first, second and third. Those choosing to remain in the Lake of Seasons could discover other things further afield. The Lake is infinite.
The False Shore
A crescent of material, afloat upon the Lake of Seasons. At a distant, it seems to shimmer and shift. As one approaches, they see it is covered in a living carpet of giant insects: The Teeming Augur.
In buzzing voices remembered but never heard, they bargain in their multitudes. For the price of an egg-carrier, submitting willingly, they allow riders. They can be ridden anywhere, anywhen. They will happily accompany groups back to the Other Facility.
The egg-carrier, to conventional medical techniques, seems entirely normal. Two days after their return, they begin to experience time-loss. This develops into 5 minute loops of time experience, hastening the incubation and trapping them in cycles which self-cancel yet crowd their mind with impossible memories. After months of increasingly long loops - reaching entire years towards the end - their skull explodes into more of the Teeming Augur, who infest the local area. Chrono-aberrations begin to proliferate in the area, causing it to step out of sync with conventional human time. This would not be the first area upon the Earth to be erased this way. That house at the end of your childhood street was the same.
The Teeming Augur
Stream-steeds, Dream Carriers, Graceful Mounts, Slow Angels.
In their thousands they buzz and dance, dwelling upon the shores of Time. They skitter across the surface freely, compound eyes drinking in all the sights offered, drinking deeply where some eddy in the flow gives their fanged proboscis purchase.
To the human eye they are each the size of ponies, scaled, built out with limbs too-slight to bear their weight. Wings of soap-bubble thin gossamer twitch frenetically from their back.
They can be ridden through time, although they will take a companion to incubate a brood of their eggs. They leave it up to those who would ride upon them to decide who bears this burden.
To Hit: -1 (Speed)
Shooting: N/A
Melee: 2d10.
Harm: Whenever a Teeming Augur would be Injured or Downed, roll a d20 and consult the chart below.
| d20 | Result |
|---|---|
| 1-12 | The attack ricochets off their armoured hide. |
| 13-15 | The weapon used reverts to its base materials: metal to ore, wood to seed. God help those who attack unarmed. |
| 16+ | Resolve the Injured/Downed process normally. |
The Caves
Floating upon the Lake, another mass of earth and stone - this one riddled with holes, the uppermost of which bleed smoke. Within, a band of twelve Neanderthals. They are led by an experienced Traveller, leading their expedition into the Lake of Seasons. The rest are hopeful braves, here to prove themselves against the Black Hounds. Six have already succeeded, having drunk the residue. The other five are restless for the hunt, but their dugout canoes have crumbled to ash. If the Traveller could be convinced the group are not the half-person Demons they believe inhabit the Lake, and the remaining hopefuls can be helped in their hunt, she would lead all back to their respective times and places. Doing so using only gesture is challenging to say the least.
U-519
Atop the waters, the U-Boat 519 floats, a wound in her hull through which no water pours: only Black Hounds. The surviving 22 crew, having arrived mere hours ago, are terrified out of their wits. Half their number were killed by the initial attack of the Black Hounds, pouring through the impossible wound in the hull. They huddle amidships, armed with SMGs. The communications specialists killed themselves after using the radios, and none have dared touch it since. Naturally, all speak German.
In 30 minutes, the same 18 Black Hounds emerge from the wound and begin their hunt anew.
Black Hound
The Peril, The Warden’s Dogs, Vanguards.
A face shredded like a bouquet of flowers, wrapped in black plastic and left by the side of the road. Behind this disaster a long body of taut flesh over many-knuckled bones, flexing and moving independently. There are too many legs.
From ridges and tears in the real the hounds emerge, silent, ignoring any gravity or terrain. The unfortunate notice that each leg terminates in a human hand, some with rings.
They hunt those who survived initial breach events, marked for death. They are left as dust, all moisture driven from them. Electronic devices cannot perceive them, although they trigger moisture-sensitive systems.
To Hit: -4 (Speed)
Shooting: N/A
Melee: 2d8. Always causes 1 Injury regardless of result.
Harm: Black Hounds ignore Injured results from shooting. Downed results send them sprawling, but continue the hunt next round. In melee, they take Injuries and Down result normally. Any Injury or Down result from an explosive destroys them utterly.
The Crystal Knife
The knife of crystal works true: one carefully lowered to the water could cut into it as if through flesh, hacking a hole which leads to the exterior of the Sag River Extreme Cold Research Facility. Such a hole in time will attract 12 Black Hounds in 15 minutes. Their destruction, or the death of their prey, seals the wound shut once more.
