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Shadows Over Scotland Handout 3. Brecht’s African Journal, Part 3 Handout 4. McNamara’s Letter to Investigators A From the desk of Doctor John McNamara - Professor of Archaeology, Miskatonic University, Arkham, Mass. A My dearest friend, t i m e n d i c a u s a e s t n e s c i r e This letter will no doubt come as a surprise. I know it has been a long time, and you’ll have to forgive me for not including a longer note in last Christmas’ card, but I’ve been terribly busy of late. I do trust that you are keeping well. I’ll get straight to the point. I am writing to you from Skara Brae, Scotland, on the island of Orkney, where I’ve made the most remarkable discovery. I’m afraid it is not the sort of thing I can discuss here, but I can tell you that it is of the utmost significance—and not just to my own narrow band of research! I have discovered an artefact on site that offers us a rather unique opportunity, but one that needs to be clearly thought out. And this is precisely why I am writing to you now. I’m alone out here at the moment, but I find myself very much in need of an expert mind to confer with and one with Mythos experience as well. Naturally, I thought of you. I know that this is all rather sudden, but I really do need your help to deal with this extraordinary situation. I’m also aware that this letter must seem maddeningly vague, but I can assure you all will become clear. I need someone I can trust, my friend, and someone with an open mind. To be frank, you are the only person who can help me. Miskatonic has provided me with a substantial grant, and I can easily afford to bring you out to Orkney as a consultant. If you’ve anyone you feel would be of assistance then by all means bring them along as well. I can make arrangements for you or reimburse you once you are here -whatever suits. I know this is a tremendous favour to ask of you, but I think you will understand why I’m playing my cards so closely when you see for yourself what I have found. I do hope you’ll come. I’m staying at the address below and, of course, I will arrange for your accommodation here as well. Please send me your answer at this address and I’ll deal with any requirements you may have. Apologies again for all this damnable mystery, old friend, but you’ll understand the reason when you’re here! All the best, J. Skaill Home Farm, Skaill, Orkney Islands, Scotland P. S. Bring a raincoat! 22 Handout 4. McNamara’s Letter to Investigators
Handout 5. McNamara’s Dig Journal Tuesday. 6:11 PM. I keep finding myself drawn back to the shard chamber. Drawn back to the shard itself. Can I legitimately call it a star seed? I should leave that decision until my friend arrives, I know, but the possibility so intrigues me that my mind cannot rest. What can I do but stare at it? Marvel at it. It is a perfect twin to Brecht’s find in Africa. Perfect in every way, although I have not come so close as to determine whether it gives off warmth. In this blasted rain, would I be able to tell anyway? I’ve found precious little else today and, to be honest, my attention wanders. All I think about is this star seed and what it might mean. Back to the farm now. More tomorrow. Wednesday. 12:32 PM. Barely lunch time and already I’ve found it impossible to work, to tear my mind from the shard. Was Brecht so addled by the thing? I’ve forgotten his journal by my bed this morning, so I can’t even tell. I’m becoming absentminded. I must try to get some work done. There will be more to be found here. I must try to concentrate, particularly as it is finally sunny. Tue Wednesday. 4:47 PM. I must write out what just happened. All day I continued to excavate the south passage, though my mind was elsewhere. I found nothing of interest, so decided to call it an early day. 23 Player Handouts On the way back to the tent, I stopped at the shard chamber. I had not intended to do anything… although, if I’m honest with myself, perhaps I did. I am obsessed with the thing and I wanted to know—even needed to know—if it exhibited the same warmth that Brecht described. I reached out, extending my arm over the excavated earth, and put my hand near it. Sure enough, it was warm. I could feel that impossible heat radiating from it. My pulse raced with this further confirmation. But I lingered too long. A gust of wind knocked me off balance and though I pulled my hand up, my elbow hit the shard and knocked it from its perch. What happened next happened so fast. It spun and rolled down towards my feet. I couldn’t let it be damaged so— I caught it in my hands. Held it for the briefest moment, then put it back in the earth. I am shaking just now thinking of it. I can’t be sure of anything, but I had always suspected that Brecht’s mistake was in handling the thing, the star seed. And now so have I. I shudder to think—but now I can’t be sure. It might be nothing. I cannot presume to know what killed Brecht and his team. I cannot be sure of anything. I feel a bit weak, a bit sick. God, what have I done? Handout 6. Neolithic Pictogram
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