The Summons of the Deep

=Descripción=

Es la primera expansión de LCG. Se compone de 6 Asylums Packs que se caracterizan por continuar una historia. En esta historia seguimos la evolución de el personaje de Julia Brown que se presenta en diferentes Asylums Packs de esta colección.

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| colspan=3 align=center | The Summons of the Deep

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| [[The Spawn of the Sleeper]] || [[The Horror Beneath the Surface]] || [[Antediluvian Dreams]]

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| [[The terror of the tides]] || [[The thing from the shore]] || [[The path to Y'ha-nthlei]]

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=Historia=

=Parte 1=

Julia Brown loved to dip into the occult. She never missed a chance to pick up an article on one of the ancicnt pagan re-ligions. or to have a quick look through one of her grandfa-ther's ancicnt tomes. She didn't really believe in the occult image with which she clothed herself. bul she appreciated how it kept the mundano peoplc of her day-to-day lite at bay.

Julia was an attractive, quiet woman who had survivcd a rough childhood with no help from hcr parents. Scarred by her past, she did not trust those around her. and while there was many a would-be suitor who would gladly offer his arm in an attempt lo save hcr. salvation was the last thing Julia Brown was secking. As unbelievable as it may sound lo those who prefer thc proximity of friends and the comforts of communi-ty. Julia was perfectly contení lo spend the bulk of her free time in the close confines of hcr drab. single-bedroom apartment. There she spent her time bowing hcr grandfather's violin lo the strange notes of the syncopatcd. atonal music that only she could hear.

Julia worked as a seamstress in a governmenl factory, and found her job neilher pleasanl not rewarding. Each day she would sleep-walk through the repetitive tasks of her work. dreaming up mysterious ncw compositions. After work. she would rush home to play them on the ancient violin. She often

played the entire night. not even bothering to stop for dinner. car-rying on into the wee hours of the morning. Sleeping was never a high priorily: she felt that the night was her most inspired time. She simply played better the later it got.

Not too long ago. however. her "preference" for the magic hours of ihc nighl changed lo somelhing a litlle more ominous. Ii was not that strange dreams or nightmares troubled Julia Brown. nothing ihai childish. Instead. what frightened her about going to sleep was Ihc antieipalion of what shc would find when she woke up.

The first time il happened. after shaking off I he grip of sleep. she woke in a eold swcal to find the sink in her bathroom run-ning. Looking down al the empty drinking glass on the counter. Julia reasoned that she must have played herself to a state of both physical and mental delirium. gotten a drink of water, and simply forgotten to turn off the faucet. That theory was dashed when she went to the kilchen and found the faucet there running as well.

"I musí have been further gone than I thoughl," she muttered to herself as she turned off the water, staring suspiciously over her shoulder at the violin. She tried to recall the last moments before going lo sleep. However, she could only remember the final composilion of thc night. a haunting. memory driven ensemblc of thc music of Eric Zann. music that she had heard once, years ago, as a child. Only a largo droplet of sweat. rolling from hcr brow, down hcr cheek. and into her mouth was able lo stir her from the daydream. "I nced to get to work."

That day she was. as usual, unable to focus on her work. but it was not the music of the violin that held her attention. Rather. she could not escape from the rccolleclion of waking up to find the sinks in her bathroom and kitchen running. Try as she might she could not remember turning them on.

When the workday finally carne to an end. Julia hurried home with a desire to lose herself in the haunting music of hcr violin. As she played.tihough. she was contintiously distracled by the faucet on her sink. She could not keep hcr gaze away from the innocent device. and she was spending more time staring al the sink than playing the instrument. "This can't be happcning."she thought as she got up to take a closer look al thc faucet. and shc laughed lo herself at that thoughl. not even knowing what "this" was. With the understanding that she wasn't going to be able to focus on hcr music that nighl. Julia made cerlain that both of the faucets were off. and went to bed. The nex( morning. she woke with a start. She could hear the

water, and knew that it. whatever "it" was, had gotten worsc. No only were thc faucets on thc two sinks running. but someone had turned on the bath-tub as well. Further. all ofthe drains were haphazardly stuffcd with an article of her clothing. A slow build-up of water had crept above the rims and trickled out onto the floor of her apartment. Julia called off work that day. and went out to buy new towels.

The next few nights she stayed awake later and later. She tried to prevent herself from sleepwalking by dozing offin hcr chair with the lights on. Alas, every morning she would wake to find the faucets running full valve and the drains stuffed with clothing. rags, or anything else she was able to find in the dead of the night. To makc matters worse, the water running into her housc was no longer thc clear sanitizcd solution one would expect; it had become a dirty, sludgy brown.

Julia kept the cxpcricnce to herself. She resolved to try sleeping pills. hoping to kick the problem once and for all. "I just have a weird case of sleepwalking." she rationalized. "If I can knock myself out with pills. I won't be able lo lurn on the water."

After returning from the drugstorc. Julia picked up her violin for the first time in a week. Shc played into the darkest hours of the nighl. and then swallowed a number of sleeping pills. dry. She was not about to get a glass of water. She went lo bed with thc feeling that she had out-thought the problem. and that things were about lo get back to normal.

The following morning. Julia Brown woke lo find herself na-kcd. in the cold. muddy walcr of an overflowing tub

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