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Mack "Hardtack" Furlow
Able Adventurer, Elite Scrounger
Atlanta, Georgia
Mack slid to the ground, raising his pistol as he did, firing off three shots in quick succession at the tentacled-faced behemoth in front of him. That thing looked like one of those Japanese sumo wrestlers with an octopus in its mouth and way too many fingers. There were more these things than he and Will had expected when they started running across the top of this Argentine mesa. McDonald Furlow wasn't sure what the hell Countess Terra Eliza Dupres had gotten herself into this time, even though he was sure that he and Will were going to pull her Italian butt out of it.
These creatures from Dr. Alexis Rokoff's laboratory, reminded Furlow of something he had encountered during Professor William Channing Webb's 1860 expedition "high up on the West Greenland coast." They had encountered a singular tribe or cult whose religion involved a curious form of devil-worship concerning something called the Great Old Ones. This creature looked as something like the fetishes utilized by that tribe. Suddenly Mack wasn't so sure that Madam Olga de Coude's Undead Dragon cult, wasn't involved in something much much older and more sinister.
Either way it changed nothing, these things still stop bullets like anything else so, he and Will would continue with the plan and get Will's Countess out of here.