Dearest Mother

  This journey is indeed turning into a bit of an adventure. We flew in Janet's plane down to Georgia - we, what a bunch we are. There's Doctor Udko, one of these psychoanalysts, apparently quite well respected in his field. He seems rather severe, dour even - might be european.
  Then there's Mr. Astor, an author. I think you might like his works - not litterary masterpieces by any measure, but they seem to all contain a delightful touch of the weird and fantastic. I know how you and aunt Margaret love to discuss that stuff - who knows, one of you might even end up liking it so much you'll buy the publisher.
  Well, back to our little company, there's also Mr. Haas who apparently runs a bookshop somewhere, and finally, the quaintest thing, Mr. Miritus who is - you'll never guess - a negro vicar. Apparently, these people where all friends of Walter's, or aquaintances at least.
  And yet, even with a group this size, we only have one hired man along - Mr. Kearns, the pilot - a very capable man, I must add, he takes care of all the nitty-gritty details of travelling.
  Anyway, we got down to Savannah - although they had an airfield, it was clear that we had reached the furthest edges of civilization - we had to walk for more than an hour to get to the town. And what a backwater it was, we were lucky we managed to rent a couple of cars.
  So, we set out to find Mr. Henslow, the acquaintance of Walter's I mentioned to you, but it turned out he had been commited to an asylum. We managed to talk to him though, and to a Mr. Job, another lunatic. It seemed they had both been caught up in some drug-related controversy some years ago, some nasty situation that Walter had helped them out of. Not without damage to their minds though. But they did lead us on to some clues at Mr. Henslow's manor. We found what we had been looking for in the cemetery of all places, after what felt like one of those treasure hunts Father sometimes made for James and me when we were younger.
  That was all fine, but on the way back to town we were accosted by a bunch of Oriental-looking hoodlums. We showed them what we americans are made of though, and with the help of the local police (I made a minor donation to their local support fund in appreciation of their good work) we discovered that the gooks might have been somehow involved in the drug trade as well.
  The information we found seems to lead us to Los Angeles, so we'll be flying out there tomorrow. I don't know how long we'll be, but I trust you'll pass along my regards to James and to Father, and to anyone else who might come calling. I'll be sure to keep in touch.

    Your loving son
    Joseph

Husk at lave baggrund, enden en historie, et brev eller lignende.

Der er også et kort med et par af de Core Clues i har fået:  https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B0Z6r- … sp=sharing

Forfatter. Drive: Curiosity.

Occupational benifit: Reset Academic pool point up to 4 times per game session.

Forfatter til følgende bøger om det okkulte og overnaturlige:

1)    Arkham Ghost Stories – 200 years of Hauntings, Poltergeists & Possessions
2)    Dark Worship – Cultism & Occultism Across America
3)    Deeds of the Dead – Zombiefication and Re-animation Rituals in the Republic of Haiti
4)    Secrets of the Yucatan – Serpentmen Encounters in the Bush
5)    Eccoes From The Abyss – Aquamen Sightings In The Gulf of Mexico
6)    From Beyond The Stars – The Real War Of The Worlds
7)    The Minds Eye – Mind Bending Stories of Clairvoyance And Psychokinesis
8)    Perrils of the Flesh – Californian Sex Cults – uafsluttet værk.

Sources of Stability:

Travis, Nephilim Press

Travis, min opportunistiske udgiver. Hans forlag Nephilim Press har udgivet alle mine 7 titler. Travis kan lide sensationer og bøger der sælger. Han er glimrende til at bringe folk sammen og gør sig godt til bogreceptioner. Han forventer et regelmæssigt output fra sine forfattere, men støtter dem og giver dem hvad de har krav på. Det seneste års tid har jeg været ramt af en skriveblokering, men Travis mener, det blot er en del af processen, når man er nået dertil, hvor jeg er. Jeg har imidlertid desperat brug for nyt materiale.

Dorothy Nielsen (Astor), storesøster

Hjemmegående, gift med George Nielsen, bygningsingeniør i Salen. Barnløs, men driver et børnehjem for bastarder, hjemløse og efterladte børn. George er en fornuftsstyret eksistens, der ikke har meget til overs for mine skriverier. Jeg kan sjældent finde solide argumenter mod hans logiske angreb, men Dorothy kommer mig som regel til undsætning. Når indkomsten er lav eller jeg får nok af det esoteriske, tager jeg et smut til Salen og fortæller Søs om mine nyeste eventyr, som hun lyttende og smilende elsker at høre om.

Sir Joshua Cromwell, Mentor

64, Bor i Arkham. Udkommer på et andet, etableret forlag. Har skrevet 17 skønlitterære bøger i den lettere ende. Fantastisk til at gribe sit publikum. Huset fuld af bøger. Ryger pibe og går lange ture med sin hund. Er garant for et let og flydende sprog og guider mig igennem alskens litterære udfordringer.