Late summer 1922
Victor and I attended Gatby’s funeral, it was small and short we met a guy named nick and gatsby’s father not much was said there wasn’t much to say. We decided to try and lighten the mood and go to a speak easy down in boston. A nice upper scale place the police didn’t much care what was going on here cause they were frequenting it and were on the take. We met some gentlemen who were part of a new group established in town the Order of the silver twilight alot of the men came from Boston’s upper crust including the mayor and alot of town officials. The one who convinced us Dr. Edward Call seemed an educated fellow. He began to voice his worries about the order shortly there after though. We headed to the library to look up any information on the group we didn’t find out too much except for an obscure book that listed a Knights of the silver twilight, but not much else.
We met an odd dame by the name Audrey at a fortune shop pretty thing though. We got our fortune told you know that cold reading stuff. My time as a Pinkerton showed me all the smoke and mirror angles in the “illusion” business. She filled us in a little more on the local group and gave us the address.
We joined and were taken to a preparation room then given black robes and attained the title neophyte then we were blidfolded and given a lecture on the noble purpose of the order and told we will learn great and mysterious things.
We bound ourselves with an oath to not do or commit anything immoral or embarrassing we were then led across the hall to the main room where the head of the lodge, the noble philosopher to kneel and repeat an oath.
“promise to keep the secrets of the order, to seek after knowledge, and to live according to the principls of the order”.
After that we schmoozed with the members it was actually a nice setup they had going on. Though a few things stood out in my mind the upper floors of the place were off limits. The general nervous vibe that Dr. Call was giving off.
He told us about the secret ranks among the order and the off limits levels and a dissapearance of one James Clark. Smelling a rat Victor and I decided to do some prowling.
We tried returning to the fortune teller to try swooning her a mans gotta keep his game sharp lest it become rusty, but the place was busted up with no one to be heard from. We made sure we didn’t touch anything to leave no trace and investigated the scene we found an odd tablet of some kind so we gave the police an anonymous tip and continued on with the nights schedule.
That night we returned to the place and snuck in, dodging the not so alert guards with steal we made a bee line for the basement. It looked ordinary, but nothing is ever as it seems and a hidden door was quickly recognized and decended even further into the depths. The place looked old, ancient even, but not natural the most pressing of the rooms characterisics was a bas relief on the wall and an altar under it stained with a brownish material. Depicting a giant humanoid figure with large serrated wings and an octopoidal head crushing small humanoid creatures. Encircling the things head was what appeared to be the sun. While I was studying this Victor found a disturbing book, normally i’m stout as a rock, but something about this book chilled my very core. We found a set of stairs leading even further down into the darkness.
We found That dame from the Fortune teller shop she was locked in one of the cells lining this room What the hell was going on in this place. A little more searching and we also found James he was mentally fried and had to help him with the most basic of human functions. Victor found a small alcove with various vials of unknown substances, we thought it best to leave them alone, we did however, find an odd box that seemed out of place so we snatched it up. During our little extended visit the master of the order John Scott happened to drop in. Damn the jig was up John started attacking us however and we shot him dead with a few blasts of victors shotgun. WHAT THE HELL!!! Scott got right back to his feet and came at us again, and again and again. We were running out of ammunition things looked dire. Until the dame came alive and started chanting some jibberish and low and behold the man turned into some white powdery substance. Audrey fainted soon after that and had to be carried out of the place. We turned James over to Dr. Call and booked it away from the place. Her place smashed to pieces and on the run Audrey decided to tag along with us.