Harrowed Halls

GM: Evil Mike, Cruel, Silver Tongued Devil
Samuel Smythe (Steve): Occult Branch, Polish National, the Healer
Balthazar Magnusson (Owen): Operations Branch, Swedish, The Lindquist/Forger
Cyrus Lowenstein (Ben): Operations Branch, American, The Ladies
Man Nick Harmon (Mike): Occult Branch, American, Combat Psychic

We last left our intrepid agents just after they had entered a rundown Buddhist temple in Gdansk. It was dark and they had discovered they were not alone. It wasn’t the man bound and gagged on the alter that roused their suspicion. No, it was the drop dead gorgeous women lingering in the darkness.

4 hours ago…

Agent Harmon attempts to rejoin his Oblivion cell by parasailing into the city of Gdansk. He knew we would be heading for the Buddhist temple, so he headed there also. He arrived first. It was still daylight. He looked over the building using all of his Agency training. It seemed innocuous enough. It was dead quiet as he slipped into the darken temple. As he moved toward the center of the building, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. And that’s when he realized he was not alone…

Back to the present…

Seeing the beautiful women caught us off guard momentarily. When we finally paid attention again to the bound form lying on floor, we realized it was Agent Harmon. Were the women somehow involved? Were they prisoners too? Could we possibly have dates for this Saturday night? All this went through our minds…along with a tugging notion that all is not as it seems. Our minds were right. One of the women transformed into a hideous demonic hag.

As I looked at the women near me, I paused. Was it the moonlight shimmering off her hair? Or her perfectly soft, creamy skin? Or maybe it was the womanly curves of her body that distracted me? No, I think it was rather my critical failure at this point that caused everything to go south for me. Seeing the demonic hag reveal her true self, I immediately moved to protect the woman near me. In return, she kissed me. I nearly died. Literally.

Lowenstein was sucking face with the other gorgeous babe seemly oblivious to his fate. I got a hold of myself and emptied a three-round burst into my “date”. She turned to ash. Then the battle began in earnest. I killed Lowenstein’s date, thus making us even. (It was he who got my date killed at the museum debacle.) The other two women became a real problem. We tried to stop them, but they got away. Agent Harmon even used his freaky physic powers to lift on of Lowenstein’s grenades and carried it to one of the creatures. His damage sucked. It lived.

No one had bothered to release Agent Harmon. Thankfully he paid attention during his Oblivion training (unlike Agent Lowenstein) and was able to untie himself. After establishing a perimeter and following all the proper procedures, we contacted Oblivion. We were ordered to sit tight with Willow until a team arrived to pick her up.

Lowenstein went outside to guard the perimeter. He was at the side of the temple when he heard a large vehicle moving in front of the church. Using his Oblivion training, he went into “stealth mode”. Lowenstein critically failed his Stealth roll. (I think he realized he skipped that Oblivion class as well.)

With a critical failure waiting to be resolved, we called it a night.

What could possibly go wrong?

Agent Smythe