Feb 13.1921 10,35p.m:
It’s been a while since I’ve kept a journal, but I figure it’s about time considering it is a good way to remember all those bits and pieces of information that is important to remember.
Today I’ve meet a few interesting individuals,
Tobias Ogmore: Antique dealer.
A rather chatty fellow. Ask him a question and he’ll keep you entertained with stories and theories. Had the plessure of spending an eight hour automobile trip with him. He seems to be broke or in some kind of money trouble. always looking for things to sell in his antique shop.
Gunnar Berglund: PhD Psychology.
He doesn’t talk much and does not seem that interested in me for now. Guess that means I’m sane. and always seems to fiddle with something in his right pocket. wonder what that is.
Simone St. Martin: Nurse. (I think)
A dark skinned lady who doesn’t make much of her self. Haven’t had the plessure of conversing with her yet, would be weary interested in knowing why she’s part of this team. Will we be placed in harms way? And why not a doctor rather than a nurse?
Iain Fairlane: Police inspector or investigator of some sorts.
The self proclaimed “spearhead” of the group. A bright young chap, who don’t mind going in head first. But he’s cautious tho. Such as checking around the house, stacking shotguns and such in his automobile etc. etc.
Ingram Locke: PhD of some sorts.
Interesting fellow. Seems interested in the occult. always reading the documents over and over to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Wonder if he might have some of the books I sold back in Mother Russia. Easy to talk to. Think we might benefit greatly by working together.
Claude Ropes: Our boss within the PI5.
A chatty man with the lack of focus. If he’s to address an audience, such as us, he’d benefit greatly if he could just stick to the facts.
I was called to attend a briefing for the PI5, and as usual I had to endure some time in another waiting room. Waiting with me was the five people I mentioned above. (Not Mr. Ropes of course) Not a talkative bunch but at least there was some sort of introduction to the people I was to work with. I had Serguei III with me as usual. He’s always good company.
After some time a rather unpleasant fellow walked through the door and ordered us inside. Inside we met Mr. Ropes. After a quick briefing where we got instructions to meet a Mr. Rupert Merryweather, who was dying in Miskatonic hospital in Arkam, and help him with his last wishes (if he had any). And look in to the brotherhood he was part of.
This is when I had the pleasure of sharing an automobile ride with Mr. Ogmore. He took me back to my place so I could get a few belongings. I also brought along my shotgun for personal protection with a half hearted excuse involving the chance for hunting..
Mr. Ogmore wanted to get a few belongings as well and at that time I got the interesting experience of rewieving Mr. Ogmore’s store. Quite an interesting collection of curiosity’s.
Mr. Merryweahter (may he rest in pice) gave us a tin box containing a deed to a house, a key (presumably to the house mentioned in the deed), a small sarcophagus of gold, and his journal. His last wish was: “Send it back”. Then managed to expectorate blood and some pieces of lung over poor Mr. Ogmore.
After meeting Mr. Merryweather, his wife and not so charming son we were
We were all invited to stay with Professor Berglund before we headed out to the house.
Examining the content of the tin box and reading the journal revealed that they have set loose a small creature contained in ember within the golden sarcophagus using some ritual. (I’ll have to look closer in to that later. Perhaps there is something I can learn from this)
The Journal also mentions “De Vermiis Mysteriis”. One of many books I’ve sold when I was still living in Russia. Always regretted selling those books. So much knowledge slipping thru my hands because of my money problems. All the names of those in the brotherhood are written down in the jurnal. All of them dead unfortunately.
Mr. Berglund seemed particularly interested in the journal as he put it in his pocket after reading it. Sead he’d keep it safe. I have to get my hands on it later.
As for Mr. Ogmore. I don’t know his credentials, but they cant be that impressive, seeing how he’s always on the lookout for quick money, and disregards the sarcophagus with the notion that its made of tin and cheap golden paint.
We are going out to the house tomorrow. Perhaps I can get my hands on “De Vermiis Mysteriis” again.