Masks of Nyarlathotep - The burnt house that wasnt

London, St John's wood - February the 19th, 1925

- "I made more tea", said Martin.
Allen and John started to rummage through their notes, looking for their buried teacups. Since his visit to Sir Gavingan, Martin had trouble concentrating or simply thinking straight, When he heard a knock on the door, he went for it with the teapot still in his hands. What happened with this interview ? He couldn't remember. And why the headaches ?
It was Sean at the door, returning from his home after a long and eventless slumber. After an awkward moment where Shaun pointed the teapot in inquiry, they went back to the salon. The other two had finally managed to retrieve their teacups under the massive pile of papers on the table, and martin began to pour the warm liquid. Sean dropped himself heavily in Martin's chair, and passed on the invitation.

And then the house vanished.

There was no sound, no movement, no nothing. It simply wasn't there anymore. They were now sitting in the charred remains of what was a house a long time ago. grasses and roots had begun to take over the site, every lasting piece of wood was weathered and charred. Their belongings were intact, but everything else that was originally in the house was now decayed, broken or badly burnt.

They stood motionless for a while, shocked and disturbed by the astonishing situation, and only regained their composure when a sudden gust of wind threaten to disperse the piles of their precious notes.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of Call of Cthulhu Campaign : The Masks of Nyarlathotep (custom arc)