Concerning the late Roger Carlyle

Except from Remy Fedrico's Journal
Written by Randy Smith

Remy Federico’s Journal

On the Way to New York

I had hopped on a train to Manhattan to be there per request of my friend Mr. Elias. The train unfortunately got held up when cattle covered the train tracks in some farm country out here in Philadelphia. At the next stop, I gave a call to my good friend, letting him know of my lateness. All he told me in return was “Meet me at the Chelsea Hotel, Room 410, at 8 pm.” I told him I don’t think I could make it by that time, and he just hung up. So I moved at the speed of steam, but unfortunately I arrived at the station at 8:30. Maneuvering through this city was a little rusty as it’d been a few years, but I managed to make it by 9 pm. The local authorities were swarming the hotel. I managed to sneak up to the room and saw poor Mr. Elias had been murdered. I then went back to the police station and waited around until I overheard some news from a junkie, talking about happenings at some place called the Juju house. He meantioned a car that I had overheard the police mention speeding off from the hotel. I think I managed to get a direction out of him, whether it’s the right one or not, I guess I’ll be finding out in a few minutes.

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Adventure Summary 01
Wherein the investigators are unwittingly dragged into a plot that threatens to break their bodies and minds

It all started with a telegram sent to Dr. Michael Carter by his friend Jackson Elias. In response to the request for assistance, Carter wrote up a request to each of the investigators requesting your assistance.

On or around January 15th you all arrive at Carter’s beautiful home in Manhattan. It is here you meet for the first time and discuss your memories of your friend. Around 2pm there is a phone call for Carter; it is Elias. The call is short and somewhat odd. It was not like Elias to sound rushed or afraid. Elias’ request was simple: “Meet me at the Chelsea Hotel, Room 410, at 8 pm.” He would not elaborate. Carter would soon realize, these were the last words he and his friend would exchange.

The investigators arrived promptly at 8 pm and headed to the room, where they find that the door is locked. Elias does not reply to persistent knocking, or attempting to call him through the door. Doyle Mentiri reaches down and picked the lock, securing the way in. It was here they encountered the eviscerated body of their friend. On his forehead they discover a symbol of some kind carved into his flesh. Nico Papadakis, hearing someone on the fire escape, gave chase. He was fast, but the men were faster. Only moments too late, the three suspected murders enter their Hudson and flee the scene of the crime.

A cursory search yielded a letter left on the hotel floor, a photograph dropped on the fire escape, and a small business card in Elias’ pocket. Shortly thereafter, the police showed up in a paddy wagon to collect any evidence they could find from the scene. The police, headed by Lt. Martin Poole, questioned Mentiri about the murder. Being an officer himself, the investigators were cleared as suspects. After a few words together, Mentiri headed to the station to search for clues regarding a black Hudson with plates NYL7.

Shortly after 9 pm a call came in to the station. A Mr. Martin Witherspoon had reported his black Hudson stolen. Mentiri gathered up the investigators and paid Witherspoon a visit. Finding no evidence of wrong doing, but having validated information of the killers being two negro men and one white man (all not having yet reached middle age), the group headed to Emerson Imports. With Matthias M. Merryweather III leading them through the tangled streets of Manhattan, they find the warehouse. Leaving Edgar Rowley on watch, the men all enter the warehouse via a back entrance.

It is here they found a ledger that mentioned a name they found scrawled on the back of a business card, a Silas N’Kwane. With a few minutes of further searching, they also located mention of N’Kwane’s shop, the JuJu House. The investigators quickly headed to the JuJu house.

With a stroke of good luck, Papadakis noticed the bumper of what looked to be a black Hudson poking around the corner of an alleyway. Sitting in the front seat is what appears to be some kind of strung out junkie. The investigators quickly subdue him and disarm him of his pranga, and tied him up. Further down the alley, while trying to break into the JuJu House, the investigators were attacked by three men posing as vagrants. With the help of the gun-packing Special Agent Jonathan Scott and Mentiri; the investigators are able to deal with the attackers.

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A Letter from the office of Dr. Michael Carter

To the recipient of this letter:

I hope this letter finds you in good health and firm of spirit. I am certain you must be confused as to why you would, without any warning, receive a letter from the office of a doctor you have never met, but I must assure you my intentions are pure and my need of the utmost urgency.

My good friend, the author Mr. Jackson Elias of whom I am certain you are acquainted, has requested that I contact you (specifically and by name) in the regards of some information on the ill-fated “Carlyle Expedition” to Egypt, Nairobi, and other parts of what was so recently called the Dark Continent. It is my belief that he intends to organize an expedition of his own concern and funding in hopes of discovering some unearthed knowledge as to the ultimate goal of Roger Carlyle or perhaps the reason for his untimely death.

I understand this may sound overwhelming or even, perhaps, absurd. I will admit that I was given some pause by the tone of the telegram I received from Mr. Elias and took some time to come to the conclusion that I would be willing to help. The urgency of his need is what eventually convinced me, and I hope I have imparted some measure of that urgency in this letter. I must again state that your name was specifically given to me. I have gleaned what little information I could on you from the public record (and I urge you to do the same for me, should you need ease of your misgivings), but in the end I rely on my friend’s judgment that your ability will be sorely needed during the investigation to come.

Mr. Elias’ telegram requests that we make ourselves available at his home in Manhattan on the 15th day of January. I have arranged for a sabbatical from the University so that I may assist my friend in any way I can. I sincerely hope you can find in yourself the sense of adventure, the desire for truth, or at the least the inextinguishable flame of curiosity that will lead you to join me in his assistance.

With sincerity, Dr. Michael Carter

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