Entry four

So we survived our trip to Brighton. I find myself becoming a leader of this group. I'm no leader I just make decisions quickly because if I don't people die. Of course they don't stay dead which is the real problem.

We took in another orphan and followed what we thought was something to do with the experiments and abductions only to find it was just a vamp, so we dusted him. Outbreaks of stenches are getting more frequent. Something is wrong I can feel it in the streets.

We are still fumbling around in the dark here but we did get a lead which took us to an old asylum where we found a number of individuals who were wired into machines which contacted their bodies at the points used in the rituals and experiments that were done to Sir Peter.  The asylum was protected by strange semi mechanical men.

This was getting too big for us so we decided to go to the police.  I am well known with the police and I don't trust them, except for one.  So I got John Creek to visit the club and we had a few drinks, talked about old times and told him what we knew.  He told us that it was worse than we thought and many more people had been abducted than we thought.  Joining forces we went back to the asylum and rescued the "patients". In the stables of the asylum we discovered a horse and cart, but the horses had been implanted with galvanic parts similar to the guards of the asylum.  John and I took the horse and cart as evidence and discovered that it was full of Old Asylum absinthe.

John and I took the carriage to a safe location and checked the absinthe, unfortunately we were rendered unconscious and I came round to find the carriage and John gone...

Entry Three

They wanted us to go outside.  The worst experiences of my life have nearly all been beyond the walls of my city.  Each time I have left the warm embrace of London it has ended in disaster, the first time was a badly prepared expedition led by a mad scientist, 27 of us left, only I returned.  The second time, oh god I still can't bare to think of that nightmare - despite the planning, the equipment, and the hand picked help it ended in slaughter with only two of us returning, although only one of use was truly "whole".

Take a train down the line to rescue this scientist and his formula, the answer to all our prayers, a cure for the  plague they told us.  You will be handsomely rewarded for your efforts and we will support you with all of the equipment you could need.  All my senses screamed "No" but the others would not listen, the promise of research grants and just cold hard cash was too much for them, only I knew better.  With Victor badly damaged and Doc Verne looking after him we were down a few men so we hired a couple of extra hands in Rick and Nathan and stocked up on ammo and weapons.  I may have had a few drinks, but what the hell.

The tracks had been ripped up and the train before us had crashed, everyone was dead.  We found the formula but the scientist was a corpse.  We also found a bunch of other corpses working in unison under the control of something else and they started to chuck coal at us.  I know it doesn't sound like much but when you get hit by 30 - 40 pieces at a time it will take you down pretty quick.  We made it back to the train and started towards London only to find that the points had been sabotaged and there was debris on the line.  We could fix the damage but not without getting eaten by the stenches.  Seeing no other hope Nathan drank some "formula" and dived out of the carriage.  He lay waste to the stenches and found big daddy stench and killed him too, allowing us to repair the points and clear the tracks. Unfortunately by then it was dark and the vamps were out.  They attacked us and we fought them back but one grabbed the scaly from under the train, I drew a bead on him but in his blind panic the kid lashed out with his lantern which went out having done no damage and the kid was gone.

We finally got back and Nathan and Rick took their money and retired.  To be fair it's a pretty good trip for me only 1 dead and 2 broken a new record, maybe they will stop calling me body-count, doubt it though...

Entry Two

Been a while since I had time to write in this, and every time I do it feels like I am leaving something for someone to find when I don't come back.  I don't know who I am leaving it for, maybe its for John - he is about the only one who would care.

We continued to investigate the incidents around the kidnapping of Sir Peter and have found some possible leads.  \life in the club is pretty good, the booze is the best and the girls are very accomplished.  There is another Albino in our group who is/was a mourner but behaves nearly as badly as me, I think we will either fall in love or kill each other I am not sure which yet...

It seems I may have over indulged the other night and not managed to rouse myself. The group decided to leave me where I was and continue the investigations.  They had not got very far when they were attacked by some form of Thrope.  They eventually managed to put it down but Mavis was killed when the Thrope stamped on her head, nasty way to go even for a semi-vamp.

There have been increased outbreaks of stenches recently within the Metropolis, I hope this trend does not continue.  It may be good for business and the pocket but no one wants t go back to the days before the reclamation.  Sir Peter is acting as executor for the club following Mavis's death.  Peter may not be the greatest fighter the world has ever seen but he is worth his weight in gold on the legal front.

We have taken in a scaly from the streets who is apparently involved with these weird experiments they did on Peter.  Ted is being his usual boring self and lecturing me on the values of abstinence!  If you had seen some of the things I have you would get drunk and never surface.

Got to go, we have been "summoned" by the powers that be to help them with some kind of problem they are having - seems our little incident on the underground has been noticed by those in authority and now they intend to use us to do their dirty work.  I don't mind as long as it doesn't involve going out there, beyond the wall...

Entry One

So it seems some high class madam needs some muscle.  Cousin Ted and myself have been "hired" to help out one Mavis Guildman who owns a particularly fine gentleman's establishment in Fulham.  Being in between regular jobs it seemed like a good idea to say the least and we took a horse and carriage to 65 Fairholme Road, Hammersmith, London, W14 9JY.  The door was opened by a large gentleman called Victor who was the servant of a Dr Percy Verne who had also been hired to assist Ms Guildman.

It seems that a close personal friend and colleague, Sir Peter Ellen, a solicitor of some repute had been kidnapped and was being held against his will.  A meeting had been arranged with the kidnappers at Kings Cross Station for later that day so we decided to go there early.  Due to the size of our party we thought that it might be an idea to take the underground from Barons Court.

It appears that this was a bad decision as soon after we left Barons Court there was a sudden outbreak of animates.  With Victor's assistance, Ted and I were able to put them down again.  We chose some vantage points at Kings Cross and waited for the kidnappers.  They turned up and Mavis went berserk, shooting Sir Peter!  We were able to rescue Peter and make our way back to the club but Mavis is more than she seems - need to keep an eye on that one.

Sir Peter told us that he had been used for some strange experiments involving a mystical pattern of pressure points he had been cleansed of the dreadful taint which infects all of us who live in the Metropolis.  Following an examination by Dr Verne he assured us that this was indeed true.  We deduced that this might also have something to do with another case of disappearances and decided to investigate further.  I thought at this point it was time to avail myself of the wine cellar and other comforts that this very fine whore house had to offer...