Masks of Nyarlathotep - The Dream Ritual

London, 1925, february the 18th.

Awnya slowly raised the Scepter of Nyambe and said the words. She felt the Od bending to her will and the gates of perception opening one by one. On her laps, James had a chuckle. She took a glimpse ans saw a nasty smile on his face. Silas was back. The heavy chains on his wrist and Narayan sabers on his throat seems to contain the demonic entity, for he didn't move.
The other ritualists were already gone beyond the wall of sleep, their deep breathing only interrupted by small coughing. The candlelight was struggling to pierce the heavy incense smoke, and the mirrors were erasing all sense of space. For all she knows, she could be already dreaming. Back to the ritual. Two left. Narayan. Faithful Narayan. Strong, silent, efficient. Will he be able to pass the test of the guardians ? And now, James.

She expected resistance, or at the very least mockery, but James went straight to slumber. Did she miss something ? Will the chains holds ? Is the narcotic dosed right ? Doubts creeped on as her conscience slowly fade into oblivion.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook, Excerpt from the Masks of Nyarlathotep* RPG campaign, Call of Cthulhu
* New extra chapter after the London Ark : The Dreamland Ark *