The Curse of Tutankhamun

From the Diary of Cassandra

wherin Cassandra thinks everyone's nuts

… after hiding the body on the library steps, Jimmy and I snuck back over the fence into the cemetery. We picked the lock on the gate and went in. We were caught by a guard and that sneaky snake Hieronymus Crane managed to get away. Jimmy tried to strong arm the guard and, in an attempt to help, I stabbed him. We were eventually held captive by the rest of the graveyard shift. They called the police on us, so I knew we had to make our escape. I know that these Egyptians are superstitious, so I convinced the guard that I had a message for him from beyond the grave, and Jimmy, smart as a fox, picked up my cue and while I summoned a made-up relative to communicate, Jimmy knocked the guard out.

We got back to the hotel to learn that Lady Evelyn Herbert was kidnapped! The police were no help, so we took matters into our own hands. Our investigation led us to the alleyway near the hotel where we found a crazy bum who spoke of a giant four-armed (or was it giant-forearmed?) man with a horrible face(?). Hieronymus noticed scuff marks heading east so we followed the trail and Jimmy, clever as ever, noticed a fire escape with steps bent from a great weight going up them.

We climbed the fire escape to the roof and followed blood drops leading to the edge of the building which disappeared into the night. Marjorie Stanhope and the good Dr. Bensonwood decided for the next six hours to investigate the riverbanks, which (surprise!) led to nothing but Nile crocodiles. Then, Marjorie had the gall to drag us to the British Consulate to inform them of Lady Evelyn’s disappearance, which as one could guess, led to nothing.

Early that morning, Hieronymus told us what he found in his books. The monster is called a Chyogt and is basically a creature with wings, and his face moves into whatever the witness fears the most. The next day, we went to the hotel lobby to discover that the bum had died of fright in the alleyway, his hair turned shock white. Presumably, he had another visitor after our departure.

As the police loaded the body into the hearse, Bensonwood stole the car so we could deliver the body to the ghouls who had assisted Hieronymous the night before. We brought the body into the catacombs and saw that the books we’d found were missing and the walls were wider and the floor had collected pools of slime. Bensonwood attempted to take a sample and discovered a high acid content.

We walked further into the catacombs to try and find our ghoulie friends. That’s when we heard it. We readied ourselves with our guns, assuming they could take on what was coming our way…

But as the creature emerged from the tunnel, I knew that I had to run if I was going to survive. According to Bensonwood and Jimmy’s account in the aftermath, it was a huge worm that conformed to the shape of the tunnel. It had six skulls for a mouth, or was it a face? All I could hear was Bensonwood’s screams and volleys of gunshots firing. Marjorie made the final shot in almost a fugue-like state. Bensonwood was a bloody mess and we took him for immediate medical attention. We took him to vet at his insistence and covered up the true events by claiming he was bit by a particularly nasty dog. He may never forgive us for the rabies shots.

After getting the doctor healed, we descended back into the catacombs and met with a ghoul named Mulk. He thanked us for the dead body of the bum we left, and for killing the worm he and his fellow ghouls called Eater. Mulk fearfully told us about The Man who made the worm but led us to Chuck to teach us more.

Compared to Mulk, Chuck was a regular Edison. Chuck told us that The Corpse Man had only arrived about a month prior. Due to clever deduction, we identified him as Lord Carnarvon, risen from the dead, and he had summoned the creature to kidnap his own daughter! Fearing that time might be running out, we immediately headed further into the cave.

We found the creature in a makeshift sacrificial temple, grappling with Lady Evelyn. I took out my shotgun and fired, missing narrowly. Dr. Bensonwood, never one to quit when the stakes were high, ran over and pulled Lady Evelyn away from the creature. After a few volleys of fire from all of us still armed, I shot the monster in the face, bringing it down.

We returned Evelyn to the hotel. As she slept, her hair began to turn white, just like the bum we had found that morning. We called the doctor who came and woke up Evelyn. Marjorie calmed her cousin and Evelyn returned to sleep, her hair returning to its natural state. Hieronymous shared details he’d learned of the ritual in one of his books. Canarvon not only needed to cast the spell in a place of power, he also needed blood of his bloodline to fuel the ritual, making both Evelyn and Marjorie possible targets for another abduction…

The fellas decided to return to the altar to destroy it. Lacking dynamite, they had to sledge hammer it to pieces.


It was four-armed :). Well done, thank you! You may heal either 1 sanity or health and you can gain 1d3 points to any skill under 50.

From the Diary of Cassandra
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