Not Getting Out

Thursday, June 27th, 2013

Walking through the hand-carved tunnel behind the farmhouse gets us to a cavern, where we find steps leading up. As we get closer, we hear a noise coming from up the stairs. 'Okay, they know some spells. These are the most appropriate.' It is the noise of the GM talking to himself, it seems. 'Oh, […]

Abominably Wrong Number

Thursday, June 6th, 2013

'Are you seriously contemplating burning the house down and burning the young girl alive?' 'She's probably already dead.' 'Or worse.' 'If she's worse than dead, I think I'm okay with burning her al—uh...' 'Burning her not-dead?' 'Well, we could send for the police, whilst two of us wait at the farm to see if anybody […]

She's Missing, not Wanted: Dead or Alive

Thursday, May 23rd, 2013

Coupled with the mysterious disappearance of a local child we hear a rumour that a baby's cries could be heard from a local cliff path, which passes above McBain's farm. This seems worth investigating, so we head out for a scenic afternoon walk. The path itself doesn't give us any clues as to what may […]

Right Answer, Wrong Story

Thursday, April 11th, 2013

We get the artefact out of Hancock's home and to a place of relative safety. Now we can get the police involved, but how? We broke in to the home to find Henry's corpse, and can't really tell the police that without incriminating ourselves. 'We need to get our story straight before we go to […]

My Accent is a Clue

Thursday, March 28th, 2013

Our investigations in New York draw to a close and we return to Boston, where a letter awaits Madame Za Za. An archaeologist appears to be in some distress, and the family asks if we could make the trip to Scotland, financed by them, to investigate. Of course we can. There is talk about how […]

Driving us Crazy

Tuesday, February 19th, 2013

The professor joins us in New York from Boston, so I hand him the paper with the translated text on it. After my lengthy library time translating the backwards Latin he saw scribbled on the walls in the catacombs, where jars of blue dust were stored, I thought he may be interested in knowing what […]

Bullet-fist Dmitri

Thursday, February 7th, 2013

Opening a door, rather foolishly on our way out of the vast basement complex underneath a secret society's building, reveals a pair of blue-skinned men. Their blueish hue is a bit weird, that they're completely nude certainly isn't proper, and that they are looking to bum-rush us has our hackles up. Guns are drawn from […]

Getting in and Going Mad

Thursday, January 17th, 2013

It's our first full group in months, and so we're back to the main adventure. Does anyone remember where we were? Thinking about how to infiltrate a lodge in 1920's Boston, it seems. 'The very last thing we said, I think, was 'let's work out a plan'.' Okay, good. So you've had three months to […]

Still Somewhat Sane

Thursday, October 11th, 2012

Nothing suspicious is happening. No siree. It's just another day in 1920s Massachusetts, and five people are going about their business. Professor Cole Whitman is a bit odd, though, always with his studying and long conversations with private dick Richard Castle, otherwise known as Dirk Codpiece when he's not in earshot. But a quirky old […]