The Unmasking

This adventure is an attempt at a sequel to my favorite scenario “The Evil Stars” by Keith Herber from Cthulhu Now. I’ve also Delta Green’d it and reconciled the old Hastur references to the John Tynes version of the Hastur Mythos from Countdown. Background In
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Angel: Afterword

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 Prologue: “Tiger” was originally written as an entry into the “Immortality” short story contest, at www.delta-green.com. It did not win–not surprising, as it was never really intended to be a separate story. I meant it to be the
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Angel, Chapter 12: Sailing on the Dreams of the Yellow King

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 “A shriek ran thro’ Eternity: And a paralytic stroke; At the birth of the Human shadow.” –Blake, The Four Zoas *** Camilla wandered through the mirrored hallways of the palace, half fascinated, half terrified. Everything had been the
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Angel, Chapter 11: Red and Yellow, Kill a Fellow

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 They pulled the truck behind the mini-strip mall, rapidly donning armored vests and equipment, Maria and Danny choosing suppressed H&Ks, Derek grabbing a shotgun. “Tell me again why we gotta storm in with even less prep than last time?” Derek
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Angel, Chapter 10: E Kauanoeanuhea

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 “Pili hemo`ole, pili pa`a pono” (“Never separated, firmly united.”) –Keali`i Reichel, “Kawaipunahele” *** The 767-300 banked above Oahu, the passengers on the left side leaning toward the windows to get a clear view
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Angel, Chapter 9: Whom the Foul Fiend Vexes

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 St. David’s was a chaos of cops and reporters, getting in the way of doctors and nurses and orderlies. Despite there possibly being an order for her arrest out, Maria shoved her way through to Ahmed’s room, trying to look like she belonged there.
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Angel, Chapter 8: Songs of Innocence and Experience

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 Texas, she thought. I can’t believe I’m going back to Texas. She suppressed the urge to laugh, not wanting her drowsing seat companion, an egg-shaped businesswoman, to think she was a lunatic. Maria was still buzzing on caffeine and lack of sleep
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Angel, Chapter 7: Sanction and Sterilization

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 The shower was very hot, making her skin numb, making her sweat and simultaneously washing that sweat away. She felt filthy; she wanted to purge. She scrubbed furiously at her skin, still feeling the tingling sensation of Collins’ touch. She cursed and
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Angel, Chapter 6: The Most Merciful Thing in the World

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 “Oh Rose thou art sick The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy” –Blake, “The Sick Rose” *** “So, Gracie, tell me w
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Angel, Chapter 5: Reptiles of the Mind

By David Farnell, (c) 2000 “So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak Who ’twas cut thy tongue and ravished thee.” –Shakespeare, Titus Andonicus Sometimes, Maria felt that she spent more time in hospitals than out. Ahmed had been mauled terribly, but he would
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