After having tracked down Lord Darrow’s package in Soerabaja and finding the old sailor who had taken the Darrow Expedition to the Island, our Intrepid Royal Archaeological Society charters a small fishing boat and sets sail to a remote area of the Indian Ocean that matches the latitude and longitude scribbled down by him. A few dollars bribes on the dock front and the dastardly Manfred of the followers of the Black Itza also has a heading and a boat to take him there. The pleasure experienced by our explorers on seeing the shore line of Perilous Island rising up from the surrounding sea is short lived as a monstrous terror from another world rises up from the pulsating sea, lifts the small boat with its putrid tentacles and in a moment its hull is no more than matchwood. Bravely the survivors swim for the beach knowing the terror could return at any moment.
The scene is set; on the shoreline is the wreck of a small fishing boat, presumably the remains of the Darrow Expeditions transport, somewhere within lays a lost page of Darrow’s Diary. At the surfs edge a native fisherman casts for his dinner and scattered along the shoreline we can see a Perilium Deposit glowing green and a small jar of Papanga Goo, while up on the cliff line are the mysterious remains of a creature of gigantic proportions.
Professor Gilbertson's attempts to befriend the native fisherman are thrawted by 'Spot' the demonic construct that accompanies the evil Manfred on his travels. As he lays dazed on the beach Profesor Snow comes over to take charge and posts Davies to guard his back. Presumably, the palid complexion and unnatural aura of Manfred is enough to convince the fisherman that he would be best throwing in his lot with Snow and the Archeological Expedition. A handy resoloution as this fulfilled the 'Heroes of prophecy and recognises the RAS as 'Friends of the Nghai'.
Across the other side of the beach, Blythe was manoeuvring in to position to give covering fire with his trusty long barrelled Lee Enfield when an unearthly blast from the hands of the shadow weaver, Gwilanna send him into a deep swoon.
The two leaders Snow and Manfred know that the important clue lies within the wreckage on the shore line. The good professor steals a march on Manfred and manages to find the lost page.
Looking to mitigate his losses Manfred hurries up the cliff towards the mysterious remains. Imagine his surprise when the 'Terror' reappears right at his feet and entangles him with its writhing flesh rending tentacles.
Lady Elaine Darrow, aided by the native fisherman and Davies close in on the jar of Papanga Goo but their progress is checked by 'Scruffles', another of Manfreds demonic constructs and a perilous wandering band of islanders.
Snow is not quick enough however to prevent Manfreds sidekick Lilliane from pocketing the Perilium deposit.
A well aimed round from Blythes longarm send Scruffles back to oblivium in an acrid cloud of smoke. As Davies distract the Islanders, Lady Elaine snatches the jar of Papanga Goo.
Just as Manfred arrives to investigate the mysterious remains, the Terror catches up with him. Fighting for his life, his interest in clue seeking quickly evaporates.
This distraction is all that Professor Snow needed, who was close on Manfreds heels. Keeping carefully away from the water’s edge, he manoeuvres to a position from where he can safely retrieve the last plot point.
Once again, Pulp Alley had delivered a fantastic nights gaming, exciting down to the last dice roll of the last turn. This time the gods of gaming certainly favoured Snow and his comrades who recovered the lost page, mysterious remains, Papanga Goo and the native fisherman leaving only the Perilium deposit for Manfred. I could not believe my luck when Manfred was on the shoreline a second time to attract the lagoon terror. Lewis and I are very much looking forward to heading inland to explore more of Perilous Island very shortly. I was very glad that I had mounted my 'Terror' on a clear 'Terra-Base' to enable it to blend in with its surroundings.