[size=+2]The Call of Cthulhu[/size] The colour of the Blitz [size=+2] 19th September 1940 It is about a week and a half since the first bomb fell on London, Every day we here reports of more raids. I thankfully am far away, but every corner of Britain echoes with the explosions of London and it is the war hat has brought me here, to this small village. But I cannot do this alone, I have sent requests to people who can help. I just hope they arrive soon be before my cover is blown.[/size] The telegram was delivered like any other, and other than the large red "URGENT" stamp there was no indication that it would set into motion events that could lead to such revelations that would test your sanity. Inside was a simple message: URGENT REQUEST YOUR HELP INVESTIGATING INCONSISTENCIES IN BIRLING GAP PLEASE BRING ANYTHING YOU NEED FOR A PROLONGED STAY ALONG WITH ANY TOOLS YOU MAY NEED.... The rest of the telegram simply stated the need for secrecy and identified the sender as Bill Donovan, a fairly well known lawyer from New York. 21st September 1940 You arrive in the hamlet to find it is simply a single road that runs strait to the small cliff above the small rocky pebble beach. A small number of houses lie next to the road which is much to rough for any sort of automobile. In front of you stands the only pub in which Bill is waiting at a small table, the only person present except the bartender who gives you a glance as you enter but goes back to drumming his finger on the bartop. Bill who hasn't noticed you yet has in front of him a newspaper and a tankard along with a dirty plate, lost likely the remnants from breakfast. His irish face is was impassive as he scanned the paper but the dark patches under his eyes and spoke of stress and of a lack of sleep.