The Seeping Darkness


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  • Created Jul 6 '12
  • Last Post Jan 31 '13 at 11:22pm
  • Status Aborted
  • System Call of Cthulhu

Game Description

In The Past...

The name Wolfgang Hodenstahl was once synonymous with 'Adventure'. World explorer, millionaire philanthropist, amateur archaelogist, big game hunter, and of course, ladies' man, the handsome second-generation German American made headlines in all the right papers and friends in all the right circles. His exploits, embellished with the artistic liberties of journalists, held the public in thrawl while his many monetary and artifact contributions to leading scientific institutions made him popular in academic circles as well. (Although more than one archaeology professor was known to gripe that he tended to destroy more history than he preserved.)

His charming, self-deprecating personality made him approachable and at every party or gathering he was the perfect guest: famous, interesting, entertaining, but not one to hog the spotlight. His own parties at his large estate in northern Massachusetts were always well attended and he was known to go bear hunting in the area in the company of Theodore Roosevelt and his cabinet.

On March 1st, 1908, he left the country on a particularly expensive and well publicized expedition to Africa from where, he claimed, he would bring back extraordinary proof of mankind's earliest selves. Leaving the academics lurching between scepticism and anticipation, he set off by ship to Europe and thence, to darkest Africa. The trip was to take six months.

Three years later a broken Hodenstahl crawled into a British settlement on the Gold Coast, his guides and expedition members long gone and his mind unhinged. He was quickly returned to the 'States where the tabloids buzzed madly about what horrible fate may have befallen the expedition and exaggerated every detail leaked about his condition. After a brief stay in Arkham Sanitarium, he returned to his estate and fired all of his staff save three. He refused all visitors and interviews and in time the public grew bored and sought scandal elsewhere.

The world seemed to forget that he existed. For ten years no one has heard from him, not a letter, not a telegram, not a check. Until now.

In The Present...

Several individuals have received strange letters in the mail. Handwritten on fine parchment, they are sealed in dark green wax with a coat of arms bearing an anvil and a coiled serpent.

The Letter
April 3, 1922
Greetings,

My name is Wolfgang Hodenstahl, and I hope this letter finds you well. I understand that you are a person of significant talent and it is my dearest wish to make your acquaintance. I have a proposal that I believe will interest you, but would prefer to speak of such things in person. Therefore I would like to extend an invitation for you to visit my estate north of Arkham, Massachusetts, for the weekend of the 22nd. Enclosed with this letter are train tickets for the Boston & Maine Railroad Depot in Arkham, from which a waiting taxi will convey yourself and the other guests to my country estate should you choose to attend. Please do not feel you are obligated to visit; should your schedule not allow it I will more than understand.

I wish you only the best, and success in all of your endeavors.

Your servant,
W.L. Hodenstahl

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