Its 6:30 PM and we are about to to check out the docks along Miskatonic River to get the lay of the land before Cole arrives there tomorrow evening. Collin's contacts seem to indicate he will be on site to receive a crated package. Hopefully we can plan well enough to do something about it and learn even more.
As I say that they past several days have been eye opening for all of us. That book has consumed my thoughts - it seems to have a life of its own. Its power borders on sentience. Yesterday, while reading, I left the room to refill my tea to find the book missing. Several minutes of looking everywhere, the book turned up locked in the truck of my car. I have no memory of putting it there and I swear when I opened the trunk, the book seemed to be ever so briefly undulating!! Later that night, my dreams were filled with images of trees, connected beneath the earth by their roots over great distances. They actually murmured to each other in what had to be a language. The skies tore open and something horrifying pushed me into consciousness. Finally, today, I finished reading the book and I can only say that its contents are both terrifying and ominous. Although written by a madman, its contents, when carefully studied, focus mostly around a Native American deity called Ithaqua - sometiems called "cold" or "icy wind". It discusses transporting things over planes - I can only imagine that must mean other planets or perhaps stars. It speaks of different types of vessels - one uesd as a medium in sacrificial rites and the other used as a focus for summoning something into. The most unfathomable part of it all is that I believe with the right focus, I could perhaps perform much of what Goodrich did.
My God! I had nearly forgotten to write about Goodrich! On Sunday, Max discovered a brief article in the Acton Gazette that spoke of an attempted robbery at the tailor's shop. In the article, it contained quotes from Goodrich himself! We put three close up shots in his head and he's still alive. He is far more powerful than we had assumed. We are in grave danger since he now knows us and has seen us.
On Monday, after losing and recovering that infernal book, we decided to await Ed Kelly's weekly visit to the speakeasy. We had planned to scare him and use him to get to Salvatore Ricci - perhaps create some dissension in the ranks of the Hand. It went awry fairly quickly. We escorted him to the back where Max was waiting. His arm seems to have taken on inhuman properties - it seems to be regrowing but not the whole arm...just the veins. When Max agitated them, the lashed out tentacle like and latched onto his own back. All this as Kelly and his unknown friend came through the door. He shouted that Max was a vessel and to destroy it immediately. To this, I am still confused. I have since learned that vessels seem to be something the Hand wants, but if Kelly is part of the Hand, why would he want it destroyed?? Nevertheless we will not learn the answer from Kelly or his friend. Both were killed in the ensuing violence. Max was most troubled by the revelation and is considering even now that he only has days left.
Perhaps the power of True Magic can restore his arm and reverse whatever curse has turned him into Kelly's aforementioned vessel?
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