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I can tell you about the time, the definite time, when I recognized the world we know as a scrim, a facade.
It did not happen during the old drug-dealing days, though gray dawns of bad joy and jags of grim hilarity it happened after that, when I got clean or at least cleaner, I mean when only you I suppose select others can see through your own facade, see the stained part.
I had begun to study photography, using analogue technology. I got good results using 19th century techniques. I found a job as assistant to a Mr. Murchison. He lived in a mansion in a place called Danforth, Massachusetts, near Greenfield. After all this happened, I read an article in the Fortean Times that said that the mansion had a room. No one knew what the room contained or what purpose it served. Of course, the article also talked about the keys.
I lived in Northampton, Massachusetts. I helped to organize his library and sell off some of his antquarian book collection. He also had a collection of keys, hundreds of them, for some reason. I got his permission to photograph them, because he took a shine to me. I don't know why he had them. I also photographed him.
Up unti I partly made my money with seling my photographs, partly with odd jobs.
And then he vanished. I found the door locked.
A day or two later, I got the letter, addressed to me, from him. It told me to burn the photos of the keys and to the get the hell out of Massachusetts. Now. So I took him at his word and I packed that day and headed west. The photos I burned and I damn near killed myself inhaling the chemicals from the fume. I got a stand-by flight to the West Coast. I had a few friends out that way.
The portrait of Murchison I had taken of Murchison and the one in the upholstered chair he sat in, I kept. The one of the chair stayed the same. The one of him...
It started to lose its shape, I mean, him in the picture. It started to lose its shape. The eyes to sort of shift. Crease up, get more like cuts in a paper bag. Warping, the edges curling like cigarette smoke. though not all the picture, only Murchison, not the backdrop or the chair.
The more I stared at it, on sucessive days, the sorse it got.
One night, the shadow came, in a bad apartment in Oakland I could use while my friend went away to Nevada for a month. I woke up and, do you know, sleep paralysis? Your body stays stuck and sometimes you see things, like a thing on your chest. Like they say can explain alien abduction accounts or incubi and succumbi from the Middle Ages. The Fortean Times even has a name for it.
I woke up like that, my body stuck, at around 2 a.m., all alone. And I felt something groping around. Or saw, maybe not with my flesh eyess. With sort of senses wrapping around my head.
It moved and looked like a blurred shadow, transparent, sort of man-shaped except, its arms sort of wavered off like, multiple shadows. You could see through it.
Something broke and I snapped myself up, racing to find the photo, not looking behind me, I wouldn't. Groping, through the dark, to locate the one photo, I snatched it up and tore to tiny pieces and flushed it down the toilet.
When I looked back, it had gone. I told myself I had just dreamt it. Or all of that I said.
I still live in the Bay Area now. I had a vague interest in the occult already. I thought I knew Murchsion had reason to make me burn those photos. The portrait of him that I had taken. The more I stared at it, on successive days, the worst it got. He should have told me to burn that one, too. Maybe he forgot? It got so bad looking at the portrait that I tore it up and burrnt it to ashes and burnt the ashes.
I see her as a Scholar type. FYI, I do not have the Silent Legion rules, though, unsurprisingly, I have played D&D.
Audrey Battle, Level 1 Scholar
Physical Save: 16+
Mental Save: 14+
Evasion Save: 15+
Magic Save: 12+
Luck Save: 13+
Strength 10 (No modifier)
Intelligence 14 (+1)
Wisdom 10 (No modifier)
Dexterity 14 (+1)
Constitution 11 (No modifier)
Charisma 13 (No modifier)
SKILLS (* Denotes a Class Skill)
Art* (Photography) 1
Universal: Spend a point of Expertise to reroll any class skill.
Deep Gnosis: "At 1st level, the scholar may spend an Expertise point to gain an automatic success at any skill check related to a knowledge-based skill they possess. Thus, a professor with Science-1 skill could use this ability to automatically succeed at a check to identify a particular chemical or analyze a mathematical formula. This ability does not apply to the Occult skill or other spheres of alien or magical knowledge, and it may be used only once per day."
Currentl Wealth Level: Struggling. "Struggling characters can buy Cheap goods and services, such as might cost ten dollars or less. They may be homeless or housed in shabby tenements, and can afford only the most basic goods."
Last Edited By: Foreboding Aug 30 16 10:19 AM. Edited 3 times