my cthulhu game

Chapter 269 The New Dunwich Mystery Incident
night.

The sky was overcast.Since the afternoon, the sky has been gloomy, and it looks like it will rain at any time.

All the dogs in the village were barking.Shadowy mountains crouched in the distance, and nighthawks and other unnamed birds played with their hideous, weeping calls like the grin of a devil.

"Ugh."

——Many years later, Osborne, the owner of the grocer, will surely think of this night when he is lying on his sickbed and about to take his last breath.

As on the night when little Wilbur Whateley was born, there was now and again a mournful howl from the hills, drowning out the voices of the dogs and nighthawks.The doors of every house are closed tightly, for fear that the legendary dark wizard Whateley will break in with the "unclean thing" he summoned.

……

The screeching came, of course, from Wilbur's terrible brother.

It speaks simple English, and some broken spells, but mostly it just howls.

At this moment, near Dunwich, on the mountain road around Sentinel Ridge, the Whateley family and Oliver trekked hard towards the top of the mountain.

Lavinia looks very thin, but she has always had the habit of walking in the mountains. This level of climbing is very easy for her, and she also carries a large package; on the contrary, the old Whateley has some physical strength. I can't take it anymore.

There was a disgusting stench in the air.On the muddy ground in front of old Whateley, Wilbur Whateley's invisible brothers stepped on the ground one deep and one shallow.

Old Whateley and Lavinia followed each other, maintaining the improved spells of young Whateley.They almost have to squeeze all their energy to barely restrain it.Little Whateley, who was walking in the front, didn't even think about helping his grandfather or comforting his brother.

The humanoid son of Yog-Sothoth stalked Olive.

"I'm curious," asked Little Whateley, "that you're studying at Miskatonic University in 100 years—then you must have access to that library. Have you ever read that Easterner's Necronomicon?" "Book"? Can you tell me..."

I don't know if I will successfully open the door to the void in the future, Little Whateley thought expectantly.Perhaps, the father would only take away his two brothers; perhaps, it would happily drag the entire earth into the bottomless void rift.

Olive turned her head so little Whateley couldn't see her rolling her eyes.

"Forget about the Necronomicon," Olive said without turning her head. "All the useful knowledge is in my head."

Olive has had contact with the "Honorary Professors Association" of the future University of Michigan, and knows Whateley's fate.

Little Whateley was very talented in magic, but his combat prowess was impressive... He begged to borrow the "Necronomicon" but failed, so he sneaked into the library to steal the book in the middle of the night, and died.

What can she say?
Said that you were actually killed by a watchdog because you broke into the library at night?

Not only did I not have time to use magic, but I brought a revolver for self-defense, and the magazine was not filled with bullets... (Note)
Does your father know that you are so weak...

"I don't think a mortal's brain can remember all the knowledge of the Necronomicon." Although he knew that the person in front of him was very important to him, Little Whateley couldn't help retorting.Olive presented him with powerful futuristic technology, but it wasn't enough to convince him completely.

The vigorous industrial movement of the nineteenth century was but a short-lived grasshopper in Dunwich.To the inhabitants here, there is little difference between technology and superstition.

"Summoning a great god to this point is not something you can achieve by following the scriptures," Olive said. "In the future, we have collected a lot of information."

A viscous strange wind blows from the valley and rolls over Sentinel Ridge, making a thick sound, as if the mountains are roaring.

"I understand, that spell is not easy," muttered old Whateley breathlessly, "to invite the great Yog-Sothoth here, we must make use of stone towers or altars on hills or clearings—of Sentinel Hill. That would be nice - and then designate a human victim..."

Built on the top of the hill, the crudely quarried columnar megalithic circle is the oldest building in Dunwich.It has been used by both Indians and wizards of European settlers.

"The altar is indeed good. But, do you think that with the altar, the incantation and the sacrifice, the spell will definitely succeed?" Olive asked back.

"I……"

"Abd Alhazred will not jump out of the Necronomicon and tell you," Olive said gently, "Even if you do everything well and recite the incantation, you still may not succeed. Attract the attention of 'The One Who Unifies All Things'. If you want the great Yog-Sothoth to condescend to come here, you also need extraordinary luck. Of course, there are ways to increase this probability."

Little Whateley frowned.

"Oh, magic is always like this," he said unhappily.His monster-like brother let out a series of dull growls from the side.

"Of course, your bloodline is beneficial to you. If you are a mortal, the summoner's bloodline must belong to a family that has worshiped the 'One of All Things' for at least two centuries - only in this way can the summoner be favored by the Lord of the Void ." Olive said.

"Wait..." Little Whateley was fine, but his grandpa had already started to feel dizzy.

[Little Whateley's listening check with punishment was 49/50 successful]

[Lavinia's listening check with penalty is 8/15 successful]

[Old Whateley failed the listening check with penalty 59/15]

[Olive failed the listening check with penalty 24/20]

"Wilbur, do you hear anything?" The wind howled, the birds chirped, the monsters roared, but Lavinia could make out some other sound in the confusion.

"It must be psychological, Lavinia," said old Whateley, wrapping himself in his overcoat.It was clearly summer, but there was an unusual coldness hidden in the mountains.

"No..." Little Wilbur Whateley sounded alarmed. "I heard that too. Over our heads... there's something..."

The sky was dark.

[Jr. Wilbur Whateley failed the detection check with penalty 80/75]

[Lavinia failed the detection check with penalty 88/15]

[Olive's detection check with penalty is 7/15 successful]

"It's a drone!" Olive suddenly screamed, "A drone from Green Delta—let's hurry..."

……

Sentinel Hill, on top of the hill.

"Get ready." Chen Qiang ordered softly.

Wearing night vision equipment with thermal imaging capabilities, Chen Qiang and others looked at this scene with pity.Even the monster that was invisible to the naked eye was clearly visible - seeing it suddenly was indeed a terrifying thing, but just seeing its outline through the instrument from a safe distance reduced the nausea a lot.

Richard Pickman watched the scene with pity.

Fortunately, this time, he and Chen Qiang were on the side, the ghoul thought happily.

"Let's disperse." Chen Qiang ordered.

The Whateley's reaction was exactly what he'd expected.However, when Little Whateley realized he was being attacked, he didn't immediately cast a spell or seek cover, but instead flew towards the package his mother was carrying as if it was the most important thing in his life.

　Note: This is the original work of Lovecraft's "Dunwich Horror".He is indeed the fierce (dai) cruel (tou) cunning (dai) cunning (nao) son of the Outer God. PS: The ritual of summoning Bubbles basically only needs a tower + a clear or windy night sky + sacrifice (if Bubbles really comes, it will pick it by itself by pointing to the existence in the distance, so it doesn’t really matter), but To really improve the success rate to ensure the summoning, in addition to considerable magic power (which can be compensated by the number of people), sometimes it is necessary to pass some special methods (such as summoning oneself into the void/clinically dead, standing in two mirrors or two reflective surfaces - such as between the sea and the sky, look for a tower that has been struck by lightning - etc.).Compared with the elusive parts, what ordinary people can do is money and manpower.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)