The Bounty


After a brief moment of contemplation, We unanimously agree it is time to rest and do some research. Let us retire and in a few days we can contact one another and regroup.


Ms Watson:
Boots clicking through the hallway, Watson strode purposefully toward Chief Inspector Shaw’s office.  The desk sergeant stood as she blew past him, ignoring him completely.
“You can’t go in there, miss!” she heard the sergeant’s words as she flung open the door to the Inspector’s office.
“Watson!” Shaw barked, “How dare you barge in here!  I’m in a meeting with my men!”
Watson’s dark blue eyes narrowed as she looked at the men Shaw was meeting with, all three of them had been in the pub the night before, all three of them had ignored the bounty hunters that had come in and threatened the members of S.T.E.A.M.  She sat the bag Moxie was riding in on a chair and stalked across the floor, slamming her palms against the desk, she leaned forward, “these so called men of yours ignored a crime in progress last night.  Is that why you’re meeting with them?  Making sure they carried out the boss’s orders?” she glared first at Shaw, then at the other men.
“You can’t come in here accusing these fine officers of a crime!” Shaw jumped up from his desk chair.
“I’m accusing all of you of a crime!” she said.  “Explain to me how police officers can justify turning their heads and ignoring two mangled, half mechanical bounty hunters calling themselves Spike and Hammer, as they loudly threatened the lives of me and my friends.  They informed us that there is a bounty on our heads and they meant to collect it,” she pointed at the three officers, “these three were sitting at the next table and heard everything.  They ignored it and even smirked about it.”
“We were off duty,” one of the men said, flashing the same smirk as he had the night before.
Watson saw red when she saw the smirk again, “you son of a b….,” she had crossed the room and before the officer realized it, she had him pinned to the ground.  He looked at her wide-eyed with surprise.  When the other officers advanced, a fully grown Moxie placed herself between them and Watson and growled loudly.  She released her hold on the officer and stood up.  She looked at Shaw, “I suggest you get your officers in check, Shaw.  I just came from a meeting with the head of the royal guard and he was most distressed by what transpired last night.”
Shaw paled visibly, “why did you have to bring them into it?” he mumbled.
“I didn’t bring them into it.  I was summoned to the palace by the head of the royal guard himself.  It seems he got word of last night’s misadventure and was most displeased.  He was most appalled that no one came to our assistance.”
The officer that she had knocked to the floor had stood back up and was eyeing Moxie with fear, as were the other two officers, “they handled themselves just fine,” he said to Shaw, “we know you and Watson here...well...you don’t always get along.”
“And that’s why you ignored a crime?!” Shaw barked at them, “you do realize that it’s my neck on the line if anything happens!  I may not like her, but the Crown does!”
Watson couldn’t keep from laughing, she was sure the Inspector was about to have a heart attack, he had gone from pale as a ghost to as red as a tomato. 
Before she could respond, the desk sergeant stepped into the room and cleared his throat, “Chief Inspector Shaw, there is a carriage here for you.  It seems your presence is required for a meeting with the head of the royal guard.”
Shaw swore, then waved the desk sergeant away, “I’ll be right there,” he looked at Watson, “this will never happen again, you have my word.”
“I have the Crown’s word too, Inspector.  My friends and I will get to the bottom of this, you have my word on that.”  Before leaving, she eyed the three officers and was amused to see that none of them could look her in the eyes, “my friends and I are not to be trifled with, this is your only warning,” she turned quickly, snatched up her bag and stalked from the room.  Moxie gave the men one last menacing growl before following after Watson.


Dr. Ghinton:
Thinking about the recent encounter with the bullies and the bounty on our heads. Dr. Ghinton is curious as to who has set this in motion. There wasn’t enough time to determine the benefactor of the bounty from Spike and Hammer. Things escalated far too quickly. 


Ms Watson is out to find answers of her own and that will prove to bring about some additional questions, without a doubt. This situation is much higher up the chain of rank than just a local crime boss wishing to hold his turf in tact.  


There’s something greater going on here.  And to include not only myself and Watson, but also Hugo. This smells of an attack much greater than a single situation. 


Dr. Ghinton taps the STEAM badge and speaks aloud “Send telegraph to Mr Hyde - Enquire as to his awareness of anything out of the ordinary in his records or involving the Manor… End of message.” 


I’ll do my own digging here at the Consortium to see if there has been anything out of sync in my own corner of this great play. 


Mr Hyde:
MEANWHILE AT THE MANOR.
Immediately returning to the manor Hugo retreats to his office and begins the process of attending to the business of the manor. His final bit of business is room 1402. Apparently a guest had scratched up the carpet and chewed up the furniture. Hugo writes out a work order to the elves and sighs to himself those bachelor parties can get out of hand sometimes. He picks up his coffee mug and selects a cream horn made by junior. Hugo giggles as he remembers junior with the frilly apron on presenting him with a tray of cream horns. He turns and looks out the huge window behind his desk. It opened to a view of the garden in all its fall glory. It still amazed him how the window could give him a view of any of the property with just a thought. While he was still looking out the window Hugo noticed that his office suddenly became cold. He was able to see his breath and then he saw the reflection in the glass. It was a tall Jamaican man with dreadlocks and a top hat. There was crude skull painted on his face. Hugo turns to address him. Hello Papa Leva. To what do I owe this pleasure? Normally Papa would terrify Hugo but he knew he was safe inside the manor but even so the being deserved great respect. Papa Leva laughed a hardy, rich laugh and spoke in a thick Jamaican accent. Hugo, halloween will soon be upon us once more and I came to discuss our arrangement. It remains as always. All residents can leave on Halloween from dusk till dawn. They can not interact with anyone and they must return by dawn says Hugo. Of course Hugo. Of course says Papa. You're responsible for them Hugo adds. Yes. Yes. I will be at the main gates at twilight to pick them up. Thank you for your time. Papa tips his hat and exits. Hugo is always relieved to see him leave. Hugo had just settled back into his chair when he receives a message from the doc. He opens it and studies the request.


Hugo makes his way to the ebony manor library. Inside the walls are twenty feet tall and cover from top to bottom with books. There are also rows and rows of other books and several places to relax and read. Bree Hugo calls out. I'm over here Hugo and I'm busy says a warm women's voice with a thick Irish accent. Hugo walks toward the voice and at the far end of a row of books stands a beautiful red haired lady. Beautiful but sometimes looks can be deceiving. Hugo says to the woman, hey Bree, I need you to find something for me. Bee smiles and quietly say to Hugo I said I was... suddenly she was across the room, inches from Hugo's face. She was now completely white. Her jaw has dropped to her chest revealing rows of share teeth. Her red hair is now also white and looks like it's blowing in a hurricane. Her voice now sounds like fingernails on a blackboard. BUSY!!!! Bree screams. Banshee's are so temperamental. It's for Dr. Ghinton Hugo says as he holds out the note. Suddenly she's back to the beautiful Bree. Why didn't you say so. I'd be delighted to help out the good doctor Bree says. I thought you were going to have me track down one of those silly Alfred Hitchcock three investigators books of yours. Tell him I'll get on it right away. Hugo says thank you and turns to leave and at the last second says to Bree they're not silly. Hugo heard her scream from the hallway.


Dr. Ghinton interactions with Bree:
Bree provides some limited insight into the working of the Manor and the Bishop. Much as described by Mr Hyde. There are more secrets associated with the Manor and the Bishop then are recorded facts. It's going to require a direct conversation with the Bishop to obtain the most important details.  


While conversing with Bree, the good doctor does impart a gift for her aid. He presents her with a dozen Fully Bloomed White Roses.  She graciously accepts the gift and swiftly wafts away to place them in water. As she departs the presence of Dr. Ghinton, she glances over her shoulder and says: "how did you know it was my day of forgiveness?"


Dr.Ghinton:
While Dr. Ghinton was in the process of some exploration of records and time lines he decides to begin the process of looking more closely at Various aspects related to the Ebony Manor and the dynamics in play.  
Mind you, the following notes are purely speculation and are, by far, not a final decision on the subject matter.  But are provided to offer points of curiosity and speculation. 


The Doctors Journal Entry reads as follows: 


The Curiosity of Bishop Twilight


General overview of the circumstances related to my Investigation of Bishop Twilight and the Ebony Manor. 
I’ve been spending some time contemplating the situation with Bishop Twilight. His role in the Ebony Manor is essential and yet it also comes with great responsibility. Keeping an organization, such as that, is just as time consuming as my role as head of The Consortium. Both require skill in time management, both of the mundane form as well as other aspects of time, such as dimensional and multidimensional. People skills are also a must, as we deal with many varied personalities and cultural histories. Especially in the sense that the Bishop is in charge of a multitude of culturally different life forms. Fortunately my tasks here in the Consortium is limited to deal with those human forms which slip in and out of time and space. I’ve yet to have a situation I couldn’t think myself through. Negotiating with people is a skill and often one that leads to no true long term solution but offers a working mutual questions that both parties can come to terms with. 
My role in the Consortium is also singular. I do not deal with multiple version of The Consortium. It is a singular location spread across many loading points through out  time and space.  We are stationary in time.  
The Ebony Manor and Bishop Twilight seems to have a different movement in time and space. Something which needs to be looked into more closely to fully understand. 
Maybe my suspicions of the Bishop are due to the lack of understanding of his impact on the larger picture. Or maybe my suspicion is based in sheer confusion as how he manages to stay on top of the variables in play.  Either way, I have concerns. 
Bishop Twilight, manages the Ebony Manor, and the occupants there of with an off hands approach.  He has provided for staff, which Mr Hyde is in charge of. Mr Hyde also directs and organizes his staff to keep and maintain the grounds and upkeep of the manor. Bishop Twilight is primarily locked away in his chambers and limits his contact to most all who come to the Manor. Only allowing a conference in a most complicated fashion. Seldom being seen directly by a visitor. I’ve asked for a meeting on several occasions, only to be turned away and sent an incomplete response to my query. 
His secrecy is something to be concerned about. For that secrecy tells of  hidden element, which no one, or at the least, very few are aware outside of the larger Bishops Council. 
He associates with a larger group of council persons which my research has found that he is one of many joined together within this council. They together offer management too many such establishment similar to the Ebony Manor. I have limited information as to the nature and location of their council meetings. But I have awareness that the meetings are held often and will alter the course of business as is needed to maintain order in the various Manors and Residences in question. Again from my research, I’ve discovered there are many such Manors in play throughout various degrees of time. 
I’m also aware, due to personal documentation that in some cases entire histories have been rewritten to secure the nature of the Bishops business dealings. 
So with that in mind I will seek out the background of Bishop Twilight and discover his placement in the larger scheme of things. Maybe to find he is a more grand player than anticipated, or to discover he has been placed on the game field as a pawn more so than a knight. 
*
My thoughts concerning Mr Hugo Hyde.  
He’s a gentle soul. A bit witty at times. Can be quite direct in his own way, often masking it behind an attitude of sarcasm or direct humor. He’s not the misguided chap many assume him to be. He’s got a good strong head on his shoulders. He sees much more than he allows to be know, for he’s a very observant fellow indeed. 
Proof of his intellect in other arenas is discovered by the number of keys he has in his possession which offers varied levels of access to the Ebony Manor. He has each one memorized and understand their function. Something I have yet to come to understand in all the years I’ve been aware of Hyde and the Manor. I would need a score card to help manage such an awareness. Something that Hyde does out of instinct and true understanding. 
I have a fondness for him. He’s a great friend and a partner in adventure. He helps keep my head on straight when things are in chaos. 
*
Ebony Manor
I find it strange that the Ebony Manor works in the same “between” field as The Consortium. 
The Consortium being a location that permits time travelers and dimensional travelers a location to land between jumps and to find those of like mind to converse. A Hidden social construct for the masses, so to speak.  Whereas, the Manor is a location in similar form but for those creatures and beasts which either need sanctuary or are in need of housing to prevent chaos or danger, both to themselves as well as others. A secure institution offering  safe space, for lack fo better terms. 
The Consortium keeps a revolving door for those needing refuge. Not so true with Ebony Manor. Some have access to exits and are free to travel, others are under close observation and not permitted to leave the arena in which the Manor exists
The keys which the Bishop issues and are kept in the careful hands of Mr Hyde are another curiosity. There are many other ways of managing portal rifts between time and space. Maybe, for Hyde and the Bishop,  the keys are the best for the awareness of the user, more so than their function? A prop, so to speak. But an important prop. For to be a key bearer does give one a sense of responsibility both is its usage and its safety. 


Dr Ghinton to Companions:
Dr. Ghinton calls Ms Watson, Prof Watt  and Mr Hyde to his office for a brief conversation about his finding as previously reported. He's concerned that there seems to be an accumulation of too many questions and not enough solid answers.  


“We need to be more clear about the various angles of our recent adventures and questions into our history aswell as our future for the betterment of the larger community,” says Dr. Ghinton.  “We’ve achieved a great deal in a very short period of time and apparently we have drawn some attention from both sides of the fence. Some of this is good news, some of this is concerning“


About that time, The three visitors to his office, notices that the Doctor gets extremely quiet. Within seconds, he raises his hands quickly to grasp his skull and they know exactly what the matter is.  A Vision is effecting the doctor at that very moment. 


“tic tok tic tok, is it true that Big Ben is just a clock? 


Maybe she is, Maybe She aint, better beware for Jack’s got a pock”


What he sees is a fair young maiden walking alone down an alley way in the shadow of Big Ben.  Suddenly in the scene as it plays out in his mind, a shadow in the shape of a man falls over her and she collapses upon the ground. She is Dead. No markings no noticeable cause.


The Doctor reclaims his composure and describes the images and the words he heard in his mind.  


“My fellow companions, we have a problem.” he says. 


Mr Hyde:
After the brief meeting with the members of steam Hugo decided to go back to the manor while the other members do their investigating. He makes his way to the kitchen and makes himself a sandwich as he picks up his plate and heads to the dining room he hears Ms. Maple shouts bring your plate back. We're not your servants. Yes ma'am Hugo answers but he knows the house fairies will happily clean up his mess. Hugo sits his plate down on the table and walks over to the coffee pot to get himself a cup of coffee. He returns to the table, sits down and then notices half his sandwich is missing. He looks on both sides of the plate, on the floor and under the table. While his head is under the table he hears a voice, hello pork chop, startled Hugo bangs his head against the table. He pulls his head out from under the table, rubbing the back of it, Claude, I should have guessed says Hugo. Really good sandwich pork says Claude. What do you want Claude? asks Hugo. Nothing. I'm here to ask you if you knew why your pal is looking into the manor and more importantly the Bishop. He isn't. If he had any questions he would have just ask me. says Hugo. Really? Why did he ask Bree to research the manor? Rumor has it be has the great hall trying to learn about your home says Claude. Conspiracy theories. Besides you’re a trickster. Hyde says. That's true Hugo, I am. But if I'm telling the truth and I know about it who else knows? Claude says. The other half of his sandwich hangs in the air and Claude speaks, just think about it pork chop. Thanks for the sandwich. Hugo watched his sandwich walk out of the room and he sits back and ponders the conversation he just had.


Dr. Ghinton:
Dr. Ghinton being concerned about the vision of the young woman’s murder, decides to access the resources of the Consortium to see if he can find a time of the incident predicted or any information pertaining to the situation. 


He places a request into the Consortium Time Bureau and within minutes a response is produced.  The clerk walks in and says with a concerned look.  There is no record of such an event, either past or future. 


Immediately  Dr. Ghinton assumes his vision was incorrect and lays the incident off to the side. It’s not the first time he’s had a vision in which misunderstood. 


He goes about his personal business of research concerning The Ebony Manor. Bree’s information was not exactly helpful in the research. The details she provided simply restated that the Manor was and has always been present in the time line. Uniquely the Bishop too has always remained secluded and out of reach. With that information being brought into the research, He decides to let the research rest for now.  “The Manor and the Bishop will come too light in their own time” he says to himself.


The Doctor is still distracted with the vision and lack of information related to the young woman’s demise. Something still feels off about it. 


Suddenly another clerk steps through the doorway, “Doctor, we just got this from the Crime Agency, She has been found, murdered only moments ago, in the shadow of Big Ben, as your vision described.  She has no markings, no injuries of any kind and no indications as to her cause of death. Matter fo fact, we have a body, but no other information as to whom she is, what so ever. She doesn’t exist.”  


“Interesting” says the Doctor.


The Doctor stands up from his desk and reaches for his hat and coat.  “I am off to the morgue, thank you for your services” and he steps toward the door. 


“Oh, my good man, Please send a note to Ms Watson about the circumstances. She may be intrigued” says Dr. Ghinton as he leaves the room. 


Upon arriving at the Morgue, the doctor steps inland finds the morgue attendant completely baffled. He remarks to the doctor, I find nothing. No signs of foul play at all. It’s as if she just stopped.  Ceased up and fell over. 


The doctor stepping forward takes a closer look. True enough, there are no markings, but there is an odd strong aroma about her. It smells very much like Wolfsbane.  Asking the attendant for a swab, he takes a small rubbing from the side of the ladies neckline and walks to the counter. Using just a drop of acid, he soon discovers a reaction, which confirms his suspicion.  She was poisoned with her own perfume.  Wolfsbane was added to her tincture. 


“Now, where on earth could one obtain Wolfsbane in the modern market?” The Doctor postulates. I’ll ask Mr Hyde if he has any insight into this mysterious flower. Its origin may open some insight into the location of Our Jack. 


Mr Hyde:
Hugo considers what should his next move be and decide to simple address his concerns directly to the doctor. He informs the staff of his visit with the good doctor and he'll be gone for a while. Junior says wait and quickly goes to the kitchen and returns with a paper bag. Junior hands it to Hugo and whispers in Hugo's ear. Junior then begins to laugh. I promise to tell doc just what you said. Hugo says before leaving for the doctor's. 


He knocks on Ghinton's door and is meet with a cheery come in. Upon entering Hugo noticed a strange but familiar scent. Is that wolfsbane doc? Hugo asks. 
The doctor looks up from his papers and points at the bag and ask what have we here? Oh, junior made these for you. He called them BS cream horns. He thought it was very funny. Hugo hands them over to the doctor and he takes one out of the bag and sniffs it. It smells like butterscotch. The doctor gets some of the whipped cream on his finger and taste it. The doctor proclaims it's made with schnapps! He's a genius. 


Hugo says can we get back to the wolfsbane. I smell thick lavender with a hint of wolfsbane. Good nose Hugo utters the doctor. But that isn't any wolfsbane. Notice how your nose tingles. That's very toxic doc. Nothing to be playing with. Hugo excitedly says. 


Do you know where to find it? Ghinton asks. 


I only know of two places. We have a patch in the manor's garden and the other is in a hidden valley in Transylvania. It's called the valley of lost souls. It's said to be guarded by a pack of werewolves because it's so deadly. Hugo replies. 


Well, that is going to be quite challenging for us isn't it. Ghinton says while finishing the first cream horn. Hugo repeats challenging for us? Dr. Ghinton nods. 


Hugo decides to wait till a better time to discuss what's on his mind.


Dr. Ghinton:
Dr. Ghinton returns to the Great Hall and his Office and indulges in a little time to savor one more of the Butterscotch French Cream Horns gifted to him from the Ebony Manor.  “Such an excellent delicacy” the doctor mumbles to himself. 


He’s very curious as to what Ms Watson will discover about the maiden resting in the morgue.  There’s something unique about her and yet also familiar. 


The doctor also makes note of the findings from Mr Hyde.   Wolf’s bane is not common and should not be used in perfumes. So this is a clear sign someone needed our fair maiden out of the way. 


“I cannot bring myself to think someone associated with the Manor would be so devious or careless to allow the herb to leave that environment, so therefore the mystery directs us toward The treacherous mountains of Transylvania.” Ghinton says to himself. 


Ms Watson: 
“Hello, Ms. Watson,” the medical examiner said, “Dr. Ghinton told me that you and your…,” he looked at Moxie, whose little head was sticking out from her carrying bag, “um….friend...would be coming by to check out the body.”
Watson smiled at Mr. Hooper, “thank you for letting me have a look,” she followed him into the examining room. After placing Moxie on the floor, she stepped up closer to the body, “incredible...it looks as though she is only sleeping.”
“It’s the damnedest thing,” he said with a scowl, “looking at her, she seems perfectly healthy. There isn’t even any sign of rigor mortis….yet. What are we dealing with here?”
Jasper Hooper was familiar with the Consortium and their most trusted medical examiner. He had seen things that most doctors would quickly bury under a mountain of lies and denial.
“I’m hoping we can figure it out. Have you taken blood samples?”
“Yes, the slides are next to the microscope,” he pointed to the cabinet to the right of the door, “there are skin and hair samples too.”
“Dr. Ghinton said she tested positive for a lethal dose of wolfsbane.”
“Yes, it was mixed in with her perfume.”
“Hmm,” Watson said with a frown, “curious. Did she have any personal effects?”
“Not a thing on her. Shaw’s men canvassed the grounds in a five mile radius and found nothing.”
“Shaw’s men couldn’t find their asses with both hands, a flashlight, written directions and a guided tour,” she said sarcastically.
Dr. Hooper laughed, “well since you voiced it, I agree completely.”
Watson took out her magnifying glass and carefully lifted one of the corpse’s eyelids. Frowning slightly, she took a swab and pushed gently on the eye, “I thought so,” she said, “we need to remove her eye.”
“What?!” Dr. Hooper exclaimed, “why her eyes?”
“Let me rephrase that,” Watson said with a grin, “she has something covering her true eyes.”
Dr. Hooper assisted her and soon they had what looked like glass eyeballs in a dish next to the other things taken from the body. The eyes that now stared sightlessly at the ceiling revealed the true nature of this being. “Son of a b…,” Dr. Hooper muttered, “I didn’t know there were females of the species.”
“Not much is known of the species at all. The more we find out, the quicker we can eradicate as many of them as we come across,” she moved over to the slides and took some time studying each once carefully. When she was finished, she looked at Dr. Hooper, “did you prepare samples for me to take?”
“Of course,” he handed her a leather bound box.
“I’ll set Professor Watt to studying these. We’ve studied the body of Spring heeled Jack, I imagine he’ll be quite intrigued to study the chemical makeup of Spring heeled Jill.”
“What do I do with the body?”
“Burn it and when it is nothing more than ashes, dissolve those in acid.”
“It will be done. Be safe, Watson.”
“Always,” Watson said as she scooped up Moxie and made her way back to the Consortium.


Dr. Ghinton:
Dr. Ghinton looks over the report provided by Ms Watson and Dr. Hooper.


Very intriguing says Dr Ghinton to himself. 


A female gendered fiend, hell bent to bring havoc to our fair city, I take it.  Why the masquerade? 


We shall wait for Professor Watts report on his findings. 


In the meantime, we should make preparations to travel to Transylvania and seek out the source of the Monkshood/Wolfsbane.  


Dr Ghinton prepares a telegraph to be sent to Mr Hyde as Ms Watson, with invitations to meet at the near by coachman’s cottage at 8a on the following Monday,  to begin the journey by coach to Bran Castle, Near Basov Transylvania. 


Please plan ahead and prepare for the challenge.


The journey by road will take nearly a week of daily travel, with no complications , so we will be expecting to have a layover in several locations along the way. The journey is going to be difficult, but for a good reason.


Dr. Ghinton, then returns to his reading about other disturbances in the area around Brasov.  There appears to be a great number of people who come up missing in the area.  Especially visitors to the area. 


~~~


Monday Morning arrives and Dr Ghinton stands waiting at the coachmen's house. Unsure if his companions are on their way or if they are choosing to stay behind. 


Mr Hyde:
Hugo packs and unpacks his bag several times trying to decide what would be best for the trip at hand. He decides finally to carry his tools of the trade in his Sling bag and clothes in his actual bag. This would be so much easier if I had one of those magic bags that can hold everything Hugo thinks to himself. He puts on his thickest overcoat. It's a brown plaid with a fur collar and cuffs. He also grabs a fur hat with fur ear flaps. He knows the doc hates them but if the doctor is dragging him into the mountains he's going to stay warm. Hugo rushes down the stairs and says his good-byes to everyone. He steps thru the door and is standing in the coachmen's house. He spots Ghinton and calls out and waves at him. Here we go thinks Hugo even though he doesn't know exactly why they're making this very dangerous trip.


Prof Watt:
Meanwhile, in the laboratories within the Consortium, Professor Watt studies, and tests samples received from Ms. Watson. Everything came back as hoped. Watt orders his automaton assistant to set up and wind his phonograph in order to make a recorded entry.
“Mr. Barlow, fire up recorder. I have notes.” He said. With the buzzing, clicking and whurring sounds escaping its shell, Barlow shambles about his given task. Click, click here, a crank grind there. Pops, and hisses vail the scratching of the wax template.
“Brrr...kip kip... Ra ra..ready Pra..pra.. professor.. phishhhhhsssssssss....Barlow managed.
“Good”, Watt said. “ Auditory entry on this date of...of.. the 24th. In my studies of some samples provided by Ms. Watson and Doctor Hooper have only revealed that this, this, whatever it is, Series Jack, if you will, since there are multiple, are inter-dimensional creatures that, not unlike a common vampire, feeds off fears, and anxiety in order to not only grow stronger, but to simply survive as a species. Their attacks can vary a hundred different ways. Just as it’s means of distraction. Some can be killed by their own ashes mixed with various chemicals, others, by a more direct means, such as a Death Ray to the face. If someone were to encounter one, it could end quickly for either party depending on what methods are deployed to neutralize the threat. That being said, who knows from where in the multiverse where one will decide to give us a run for our farthings so we must be in constant vigilance.” The Professor ended the recording with a click. It was now time to pack for the trip to what was once known as Wallachia. Filling his trunks with all manor of supplies, from bottles of booze, a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, screamers and laughers. And weapons. All sorts of hardware. Not that they would need all of it for the journey.“Anything worth doing, is worth doing right.” He said to himself. Besides, if what lies in wait is what he think it is, they have to be armed. To the teeth. With the aid of Barlow, the Professor sends his bags ahead to the carriage house where he will meet Dr. Ghinton and company. Draining his glass of wine, and putting out his smoke, Erasmus grabs his coat and makes way to meet the group.
After arriving, Watt sees a few familiar faces, yet he does not believe he had met Mr. Hyde directly.
“Good day Sir, Professor Erasmus Watt at your service.” extending his hand in greeting.
“Doctor...Who?” Hugo asks.
“Oh no, Professor. Who is that Gallifreyan chap.” Watt said.
“Ahh yes, we are well met then.” Hugo smiles.
“Cashew?”
“Heavens yes, I’m nuts about them!” Erasmus chuckles.


Ms Watson:
Watson was running late, so she sent Evan ahead to the carriage house with her trunk and to let the others know that she was on her way. As she exited the Consortium she was annoyed to see Shaw standing there, obviously waiting for her.
“Shaw, I’m running late as it is,” she said by way of greeting.
“This was delivered to the Yard sometime in the early hours of the morning,” he held out a piece of paper.
Watson took the paper and read it, a frown settling on her brow:
“She wanted to warn you,
But failed in her quest.
Now she is gone,
Sent to her permanent rest.
You think you can beat me?
Oh surely you jest!
You will never win,
Ol’ Jacky is best!”
She could almost hear Jack’s maniacal cackle as she finished the poem. She looked up and Shaw and was surprised to see what looked like fear in his eyes.
“I’m not equipped to deal with things like this,” he said quietly, “and neither are my men.”
“My team and I are headed to Transylvania, where we hope to get some answers about Jack and his species.”
“Transylvania?! I’ve heard stories about that place and none of them are good stories.”
“Which is why we are headed there,” Watson said.
“What can I do?”
“Find out what you can about who put the contract out on us. Don’t trust the men who were in the office with you when we spoke. Find two of your most trusted, most honest detectives. Find Spike and Hammer and bring them in. We will deal with them when we return.”
“Don’t you mean ‘if’ you return? I know you’ve heard those bad stories as well.”
Watson smiled, “of course I’ve heard those stories and I am most intrigued. When we return, we will interview Spike and Hammer.”
“Assuming we can find them,” Shaw grumbled.
“You’ll find them,” Watson said, “they are bounty hunters looking for what they think will be an easy payday. They haven’t strayed far.”
“Godspeed, Watson. I hope you and your team find what you’re looking for,” he tipped his hat before turning and striding off.
Watson put the poem in her bag to show to the others then made her way to the carriage house. She smiled at the gentlemen who were waiting for the final member of their team, “all right gents, off we go,” Watson said, “the game is afoot!”


Dr. Ghinton:
We board the carriage and head out on the journey. Dr. Ghinton spends a good amount of time staring at a map as we start off, making plans for each layover and calculating the time it shall take to get to our destination. His original estimate of 8 days soon fades as her determines that their journey shall be closer to 12 days in transit, instead. 


"Our first stop shall be Dover, and at that point we shall board a ferry and it shall take us to Calais France.  We shall check into an Inn there for an overnight stay and  continue our journey the following morning." Says Dr Ghinton to his traveling mates. 


The beginning of our adventure is fairly easy going. The country side is beautiful in this season, and yet there is the earliest signs of colder weather setting in. Dr. Ghinton’s concern is that in the mountains of Romania, the weather may already be treacherous and cold.  But, we are prepared for our journey. Being prepared is part of the Mandate for STEAM and its members.  We look ahead and plan for the unmanageable. 


Our conversation then turns to findings concerning Jaqueline (the female version of Spring Heeled Jack) and other discoveries of late, which have not been discussed.


The information about our dear lady is all very interesting. How could we have expected there to be more of these entities roaming the streets. But of course, as many a scoundrel as their is found on the streets of London, why should there not be a few who are of an Unnatural type. 


After many hours of travel and a few naps along the way, we arrive at Dover and make ready to board the Ferry. The carriage from London will return to its origination point, but word has been sent ahead of us to have a new means of transport prepared form us at our arrival in Calais, France. 


Dr. Ghinton moves to an area near the side of the vessel allowing him to peer out over the water as we travel along. It's going to be an extremely long journey for this one, he thinks to himself. 


Mr Hyde:
Hugo finds a bench a removes a book on Transylvanian folklore understanding that often the truth is hidden in plain sight. Hugo is studying the content of the book so much that he fails to notice the female until she sits down beside him. He looks at her and slightly lifts his fur hat. She is a lovely lady with dark slightly curly hair that went past her shoulders. She is dressed in strange garb that he recognizes. She looks at Hyde with her dark eyes and speaks. Your mind is weaker than your comrades. The only thing Hugo can think to say is yeah, I hear that quite often. I was sent by my tribe leader, Maeva, because she saw your journey and it is a very dangerous journey to make. the girl says and then she continues. We were able to find you because your mind is weak. There you go again with the weak mind. Hugo says. She acts like she never heard a word he said. Maeva wanted me to give you this. She reaches in her pocket and puts it in Hugo's hand. It's a small trinket. A coppery brown colored stone in a gold colored setting. It's a moonstone. The creatures that guard what you search wears one. If you make it that far you'll need it. She stands and starts to leave. Wait a minute! I don't even know your name! Hugo shouts after her. She turns back to face him as he continues. Will I see you again? Hugo asks. If necessary, if not my tribe is at the base of the mountain before the valley. We'll be waiting for your arrival. We will be flying a flag of red, gold and green so you'll know us. she says. Can I buy you a cup of coffee and a donut before you go? Hugo asks. She smiles and answers. No thank you. You might be weak minded but you're sweet. She starts to leave but turns back to Hugo one last time. With a smile on her face she says to Hugo, by the way, cute hat. She turns to actually leaves this time. Hugo looks at the trinket and thinks about the woman he has just encountered.


Dr Ghinton:
Dr Ghinton notices Mr. Hyde speaking to himself, then suddenly assumes he is receiving another warning from the Mysterious Invisible Claude, which tormented the group in the catacombs.  


Ghinton walks over to Mr Hyde and asks if there has been another encounter with the Specter known as Claude.  “what has the fiend to say this time?” Dr. Ghinton asks Hyde.  


Mr. Hyde looks up at the Doctor with a bit of confusion and a sudden jolt of surprise. 


Mr Hyde: 
Who? Asks Hyde. Claude the good doctor quickly replies. I haven't seen Claude. Hugo says with a giggle. See what I did there doc? Claude is invisible and I said. The doctor cuts off Hugo with a sharp don't get distracted Hugo? If it wasn't Claude who were you talking to? Looking puzzled, Hugo ask Ghinton, you didn't see the lady I was talking to doc? The doctor shakes his head no. Oh, doc. She was so cute. Hugo says. That's great Hugo but if she was real what did she want with you? the good doctor asks. IF she's real? She said she was sent by someone named Maeva. She gave me something called a moonstone. Hugo said as he hands the moonstone over to Ghinton. Is that real enough for you doc? Hugo says. Ghinton studies the stone that he holds in his hand.


Dr Ghinton:
Dr. Ghinton takes the trinket and gazes at it.  It’s a unique shade of Moonstone. Unlike anything he has seen before. The setting being of gold is odd for a stone of the moon, most usually they are set with Silver, as silver is associated more closely to the energies and appearance of the Moon. The energy of the stone makes Dr. Ghintons fingers tingle very slightly and leave him with a feeling of peace of mind.  
Ghinton continues to listen to Mr Hydes story and finds it intriguing that he was chosen to receive the message. He then hands the stone back to Mr. Hyde. “They chose you to hold this for a reason, my good sir.” Says Dr Ghinton. It’s important that you be the one to carry it.  Dr. Ghinton continues to say,  “We shall seek these people out once we arrive in Sinca, Romania.” They may have insights into the situation, that we need to solve our dilemma.    
The village of Sinca is located at the base of the mountain side in which the Grand Castle resides.  “Maybe the tribe is associated with the village, or maybe the villagers can direct us to the tribes camp” Dr Ghinton says. “i’ve also heard stories of a Temple of Wishes in that area.”
Dr. Ghinton sets down abruptly beside Mr Hyde and pulls out his journal to make notes of future questions and locations of interest. “The questions are become many and there are few answers. We mustn’t get distracted.” Says Dr. Ghinton.


Upon arrival in Calais France,  the group makes their way to their next house of lodging.  There would be another overnight stay in the city, then onward to Brussels, Belgium. 


Dr. Ghinton has heard stories of strange lights in triangle formation being seen in the night skies over Brussels. Secretly he has hopes of viewing the event with his own eyes. But, also believes it to be a tiny bit of mass hysteria at work.  For what good purpose would these lights serve? 


As they walk the docks heading to their destination, a young boy runs past them, suddenly stops just behind them and yells out for no apparent reason, “he’s watching you!” and then runs on about his business.  


Dr. Ghinton slows his pace just a few steps as it catches his attention. He wonders if the boy was speaking to his fellow travelers and himself or not. He decides to let the query go and continue on his way to the boarding house. 


As they enter the boarding house, the house keeper mentions two burly gents had been round asking questions about the Good Doctor.  But she says, “she didn’t mention a thing to them about nothing, cause she didn’t want no trouble in her house.” Dr. Ghinton thanks her for her passing on of the news and hands her an extra 5 shillings for her honesty and services. 


The travelers proceed to their rooms.  
Dr. Ghinton again wonders about the young boys remarks.  “Who is watching?”

Dr Ghinton returns to his journals repeatedly over the next several weeks. 
This curiosity of How Hyde and He could be relatives is a distraction.
He scours his journals and his personal history trying to find the connection. 
Finally, another margin note is discovered, but again only recognizable due to it being the Doctors own handwriting.  He’s been on this quest before it appears. 

“Fathers are different, but mother is the same” is scribbled in a margin beside the history of Ghinton’s birth.  This intrigues the doctor even more.  
He decides it time to  make the hunt official.  He walks down to the Time Management Center of The Consortium and has a short but brief chat with the director of resources.  The official act of seeking confirmation of a time line is a delicate matter and requires the Doctor to make the order official. So he does exactly that.  Finding facts of a time change is often a dire indication of something which needs to be kept hidden. Dr. Ghinton feels he is willing to take the risk, and orders the time scan.

The Clerk return to Dr Ghinton’s study several hours later with a report. Which is as follows:
After Hyde’s birth and his reaching young adult hood. It seems as if his mother was tired of living in the shadow of the Ebony Manor and discovered a means to time jump into another time line. Which allowed her to escape  her commitment to the manor. She jumped back into a period prior to Hyde’s birth and relationship with Ares Hyde. Her focus was to completely break the cycle of commitment to the Manor by divergence and creating a new life for both herself and her child. Realizing by fate, Hugo would always be bound to the manor regardless of her determination to free him and herself.
In the new time line,  she met a gentleman and a child was born. The new timeline and child was in fact Derwood Ghinton. He was born only a few month prior to the secondary time line’s beginning and the birth of Hugo.  Derwood would never know of his father and his connection to the larger story. He was an unknown. Doctor Ghinton was intended to remain unaware of time and dimensional travel. But as fate would have it, natural order and chaos brought the awareness to him.
Being a novice in the arena of Time Travel, Derwood’s mother had no idea she had doubled herself in a secondary time line. She never venture toward the avenue of the Manor for fear she would be pulled back into her past reality. She kept both timelines distinctly separate and free of one another. She was determined to remain free of the Manor and the history she had left behind. Unaware that Hugo remained bound to the manor. His commitment and presence held in place by the very energy which resonated in and around the manor.
Dr. Ghinton found himself fascinated with Metaphysical phenomena and the concept of multidimensional elements. His education was more of a hands on education, due to his circumstances. Spiritualism and philosophy held his attention allowing him to discover and draw his own conclusions as to how the reality of things worked. Crystals and magical practice soon filled his studies and by accident he created a Time Jump Portal.  From that point forward his journeys allowed him to obtain a vast amount of knowledge and also increased the number of questions he was in a quiet to answer and fulfill. 
Derwood Ghinton grew to an adult and ventured off to seek out his adventures. To his disappointment, at one point, mother vanished without a trace. So,, she too has been added to his quest, to discover her location and seek some additional answers as to why the secrecy.
Even the vast archives of the Consortium had no further occurrence of her in any other time or dimensional field. 

End of file.

Dr. Ghinton was stunned to find the news of the two separate but adjoined time lines. Huge was indeed his brother and they shared the common thread.  
Again, this made Dr. Ghinton question why this information had been deliberately hidden away. What role in the time line do both Hugo and Derwood have to play in the larger timeline?

{END OF CHAPTER}

The Great Hall
We arrive at the location of the National Crime Agency, and disembark  from the carriage. The building matches the style and decorum of the other building near by.  A Stable is established just to the right of the grand building. Perfect for those who still use Horse and Buggy as their primary mode of transportation. Being in the late fall of 1891, the season hasn’t turn terribly cold yet. No snow yet, but fog and rain are a common visitor. 
I call the group together on the steps and once again make reference to the Badges.  Here are the badges I have spoken of.  May we all wear them with pride, however, they do serve a duel purpose, without the badge you will not gain access to the Gateway leading into The Consortium.  
As we enter into the foyer of the building. The large marble walls echo our footsteps.  Great arches are seen and people are moving about rapidly and with clear intention to do their jobs efficiently.  I quietly point to the right toward a solid marble wall.  I turn to the others and smile and tap my badge.  A simple outline in yellow appears on the solid wall. Just barely visible yet, to the expecting eye, clear.  I motion the group to follow me toward the wall, and step toward it.  The portal accepts my foot step and I vanish. Due to the badges being connected, each of the others who observed the event could see what had happened.  The remaining spectators behave as if they saw nothing out of the ordinary and were unaware of the passage.  One by one the remaining party followed me into another grand hall. This one was adorned with a Rose Gold colored treatment. Giving it a warm, yet mystical feeling.  I turn to the group and say; “Welcome Home my friends.” 

I mention as I walk along the hall way giving a brief tour of the massive interior, that Ms Watson, Dr. Erazmus Watt and Mr Tull are located in one of the Labs down stairs and have accepted their tasks.  They will keep us apprised of their progress as time permits. 

Due to the Consortium being cloaked from the rest of the world, we have all the accommodations needed here within. So, we shall get everyone assigned rooms and then reconvene this afternoon for tea and crumpets.  

Each room for each guest is specially accommodated for their preferred needs. Allowing for maximum comfort. The rooms are also established with personal portal systems which can be utilized to pass back and forth between each guests origin point of choice. 

But “we” have some rules. 

There can be no unauthorized visitors. Due to the nature of security in The Consortium, only those equipped with a badge can enter and exit. “McMillan, Mac and Reign have been linked to your badge and have access”
“Mistress Sable, you too have clearance for your companion Fia”

Smiling at Mr Hyde, the Doctor says: “Mr Hyde, you have been set up with a special device which keeps a cabinet filled with fresh coffee and donuts, of you choice. And Mr Fudge is cleared to enter as well.”  

Please Be aware, that due to being out of sync with time and space, there is no way anyone can enter without clearance. We are perfectly safe here in The Consortium. All aspects of risk have been considered and prepared for.  

To help clear up any confusion. There is a separate docking area, for Airships equipped with time and dimensional devices and other Time Vessels to use which is distinctly divided from the primary functions wing, in which you are guests. One might consider this location to be a city within a city, providing services on many levels of the Time/Space stream. 

Your entry badge will allow you to visit the docking bays and board ships. But nothing or no one can be brought back into the Secure wing without clearance. 

We also have a wonderful gallery and music hall which is on the second floor of the building. You will be interested to know, one of the most prized gallery offerings is the original Dorian Grey Painting. 
In the music hall you will find various automations which are capable of playing the most popular and rare orchestrations. All activated by the placing of ones hand on the control panel in the front of the device. Thinking clearly about ones preferred ensemble and the device will read your energy waves and produce the music from its archives.

Food can be provided in ones room or in a vast array of dining options on the upper floor. Mind you, your badge will be required to enter and exit the upper deck area for dining options. 

Beyond that feel free to wander and explore. We can begin our focus on another adventure in the very near future, probably before our evening meal. 

Mistress Sable:
Mistress Sable was delighted with the lovely badge. She wandered the hall as the doctor explained things and was delighted her lovely companion a white Raven named Fia could come with her. She was an enchanted Raven and would live as long as Sable could. When Sable saw her accommodations she was very impressed and delighted as she had a tremendous view of the water and part of the city itself. She enjoyed the sun as it made her feel recharged when it was visible and the moon phases and the stars always appealed when she was deep in her thoughts. There was a lovely selection or herbs and crystals over at a mixing station. Lots of fine oils and liquids to choose from. A deep comfortable chase lounge and even more comfortable chairs to curl up in and read from the library around the large ornate fireplace. Fire was her favorite element both hot and the cold fire that burned within her. She would have to fetch Fia she would love the perch by the windows with her favorite treats. Even a few baubles that she would preen about. On the back wall was a lovely decadent 4 poster bed. One would indulge in a good tussle in. Sable wondered who she could meet her and maybe could she find a companion to stay the loneliness she was feeling for a bit. One of the travelers who moved about time... someone not permanent who didn’t mind that she kept a distance. Sable felt comfortable and at home. That was a good start now Sable thought how does one procure a good cuppa and scones. She was a bit hungry. Maybe I could find the ladies and have some company . Sable stepped to the wall and touched her badge. She stepped through to her home and retrieved Fia. It’s about time mistress I have been so bored! Sable laughed the Raven flew to her shoulder Sable turned back around smiled just wait till you see this Fia. They both returned Fia flew to her perch and exclaimed or look it’s shined!

Mr Hyde:
Hugo looks around at his surroundings and the talent walking these halls. He removes his faithful friend Mr Fudge from his pack. Mr. Fudge we don't belong here. With these people. He puts Mr. Fudge back in his pack, straightens his vest, pulls the red key from his pocket and inserts the key into the door. The door opens into the manor and Hugo steps through. Mr. Hyde is going home.

McMillan: 
With Reign moved to the new Stables and accommodations made for her care, I walked to my door. Apprehension hit me..would the magic pick 3245, the old west.. I took a big breathe slowly released as I turned the door nob. Warm glow of a fire in a hearth aroma of cedar, tobacco, whiskey. My shoulders relax and slump a bit.
My western clothes are here. Hung and clean, oiled boots both English riding and western. I lay my guns on the oak farm table. Look over to a rough iron queen bed, feather comforter. A blanket folded at the foot of the bed with the MacMillan hunting tartan colors. Large full pillows. Candles light the room.. Soft luminous comfort.
I have two windows. I look out to see London from one and the other my farm autumn in the West popular colors burst in the hills yellowing of the willows by the creek.
There is a barn door, I open up the top half to have Reign swing her head in.. Yet no stable smell.. Grateful for this trick. I discover apples, carrots, sugar cubes. For treats. Reign is a pampered girl
Mac has found his bed a plump pillow close to the fire. A large bone to gnaw on some food and water in a bowl close by. He can head to the barn to do his business.
There are books, a high back reading chair and leather sofa with walnut trim and claw foot legs. Walnut end tables. One with a bottle and two glasses of Scottish whiskey. A note "fáilte romhat" welcome.
My jacket and vest are off and I have grabbed a book .. Pour the whiskey neat.. When I see two out of this time things..
I rise walk over and see a brush Nicole slim looking box. My hand glides across it's smooth surface.. I command. "Play Celtic fiddle." And music fills the room..a hologram shows the female musician. It's Celtic with drum and some electronic rhythm weaving in-between the drums and fiddle. I did miss this I shrink the image with a motion to a 6 inch figure on the table.
Next I open the drawer that flickers as if holding power. I open to see the plasma rifle and revolvers. This makes me nervous.. maybe the room just adjusts to need or memory.
I close the drawer let the music play. Maybe I will invite my crew of friends in for a dram.
Wow friends... that is something I haven't allowed for a while.
With that I say out loud . Please invite my friends to my room, cards, night cap..

Dr Ghinton:
The afternoon moved along quickly.  At one point I remember that McMillan had sent out a call for a social gathering in her quarters. Being a bit curious, I decided to stop in and see what the others were getting up to. 
I notice the door is ajar, so I carefully step in to see several members seated, playing cards, enjoying music and simply enjoying some free time.  
McMilan notices me and waves me over and with a huge grin offers me a shot of her special brew. Recalling the well water, I careful taste it, and sigh with relief.  “Its the good stuff”  I thank her for her kindness and make my way back to the doorway.  I quietly slip out and return to my business at hand. 

Dr Ghinton makes his way back to his suite. Upon entering he takes a moment to breathe in deeply and relax. 
His quarters are very well kept. To the forefront sets two high backed red velvet chairs, with a small tea table between them, the arrangement is before a very ornate fireplace and along the walls can be seen several floor to ceiling curio cabinets. On the tea table rests two goblets and a decanter of Schnapps. If guests arrive, one must be prepared. 
As you turn to your left you see a large heavy wooden desk and another leather high backed office chair. The walls behind the Desk are fully covered with shelves with every sort of book one could imagine. His personal library both his own works as well as the works of many scholars and professionals in the field of philosophy and Spiritualism. 
To the right of the back wall behind the desk can be seen a slight misalignment of the book cases.  There is a concealed doorway hidden away. It’s the entry to his personal bedroom. A spartan room, with only a single bed, a wardrobe and a single photo of a long lost love.  These things are not spoken of in public. Concealed away for only the eyes of the good Doctor.  

Mistress Sable:
Sable was sitting in a chair having tea when the invitation comes in she decides to go over and join them she is in her lounging attire a simple peasant top and an ankle length suede skirt she has on spats with her boots “Fia come along I have some people I want you to meet.” She and Fia come to the door and it’s ajar she comes in and smiles are we welcome? Sable is motioned to a chair and offered a drink. She looks at it and asks” is this that special brew of your? “ Laine looks at her , yea it is. Sable knocks it back sighs and says “I absolutely love this. “ Fia caws and decides to fly to the perch that appears in the room. Fia caws out “look at the dog I like dogs. “ She then does another fly by and snatch’s a coin from the pot and drops it into Sables lap and goes back to the perch. There again is the coin from before. Sable holds it up sorry Fia does love shines things. When Laine reaches to take the coin grumbling about that damn bird Sable feels a current of heat move through her and grabs hold of Laine. Stop Sable says sit with me tell me about the brand you have. Laine looks at Sable and her relaxed demeanor changes just for a second however she can see it is more curiosity then anything else and relaxes she takes a minute and decides to tell Sable her tale.

McMillan:
 I pour and take a shot before beginning. My mind quickly turns to thoughts: I knew this reckoning was coming especially when this darned mark glows when Sable and even a bit w Doc if near or trouble. Just a bit of dread will they turn me away..worse do I become an out of time beasty.. It feels like a person is starting to wander a bit in my head.."OK Sable.. " said out in the open.

I fled.. fled a corrupt time and sentence of death. Your friendly Prince of thieves found a medallion currency from my time 3245 was my last year in my present.. or the past future.

My brand allowed me to port to a time where I could hide. The West is vast and still being settled. So if anyone or thing could follow it should have been harder to find me"
I pause.. I know Sable can tell a snake tongue so this should ring true with no ill intent.

I take another shot move to not look at her eyes.. or Odins messenger. Yet the fire flickers the images and pulls out a story that yearns to be told..

I don't know much about the brand as I had previously said on the sub..I was selected age 7 / 8* from the group of us kids. I heard rumblings of ancient celestial fire to heat Hephaestus iron ..Which I thought was just to help me be more "brave" and keep the screaming and crying at bay.. Yet since adulthood my aging has slowed.. My shot is sure.. And words come in time of need to port or other. Sometimes I just know how to put things together, fix. Hence Mac and Reigns longevity and bio, mechanical life.

It glows or burns depending on needs.

The mark is Oath..curse.. Dealer of death.. I served my role.. Up to when I was charged for doing that very role and what awaited me was death..

Mistress Sable:
Laine,  those heathens took you as a child and branded you. What right did they have. Sable is angry for the child. Her eyes light a bit with her fire green flames show. “When I was first abandoned by my mother she left me as an acolyte in a temple. Knowing my gifts they taught me to be a ruthless assassin. Then when my abilities grew and my knowledge grew and I didn’t age they became frightened and tried to kill me so I understand you.” Sable looks at Laine. She looks to be in a trance and her voice is lilting as her inner Goddess takes hold she glows blue Laines brand glows also in the moment and
She hears Sable in her mind “you are touched by the fire of the Gods child and as such you are blessed by them for we do not condone the theft of innocence. What was done in ill intentions is blessed by the Gods .” Sable suddenly stops glowing and swoons a bit. Laine catches her before she falls from the chair. Fia flys over cawing a bit upset “the Mistress ok ? “ Laine shoo away the Raven. Laine lightly taps Sables cheeks and she starts to open her eyes they are bright green “We are touched you and I and I will stand by you when your time for retribution comes . We must have the Dr read you Laine he may be able to tell you more. “ Sable rights herself. Laine clears her throat slams back another dram and Says “ Could you try not to swoon that darn bird is obnoxious when it worries” Sable holds up her tea cup and sips. Her fairy tea, how lovely and refreshing.
“Oh that only happens when I have a fit. “ Laine throws her head back and laughs a full bawdy laugh. is that what you call it a fit”
Sable returns the laughter then becomes a bit brooding. I need to find that scoundrel that took me I want my revenge. “

Dr Ghinton:
Being called from his quarters due to the circumstances associated with Mistress Sable. Dr Ghinton rushes into the room. He is momentarily stunned at the scene, but assesses it quickly. 

Approaching, he sees the brand on McMillans person, and with caution and respect, asks if he might touch it.  
McMillan responds in the affirmative. 

Suddenly The Doctor is hit with an intense vision and awareness of recent events as well as the history of the Brand. 

A clear vision is presented. Far in the future, after the fall of civilization and order, and I see a band of Dark ruthless rogues holding a child and branding the child. Other atrocities also occur with the child, But, we wont detail any other post apocalyptic scenes which often are assumed with such imagery.

McMillan is lost in time. She is from the future, but seeking refuge in the distant past.  She is working with a bit of the Butterfly effect as she wishes to seek out her attackers before they even knew she existed. Her desire is strong to seek the out. 

The Problem here is she has already eliminated her own future as she knows it by breaking the chain of events leaving her stranded in time.
Her assailants were never born due to her presence in the time prior to their birth. She has altered the very core of time and space, simply by being unstuck within it. 

The Consortium will feel like Home to , because it too is unstuck in time and space in the same paradox
The doctor then kneeling at this point recovers and says it is time to retire.  

You have your answer now McMillan

McMillan: 
Relaxes again ..glad to see you my friend restored..
Feeling confident at least in my place w Sable.
"Sable I may be able to give us a status on That vagrant Holmes.. " we should not abuse this tool, but this is a gift..
I walk over to the silver box. "Status of H.H Holmes….”
A voice of a news caster.. Holmes was executed May 7, 1896, in a public event at Philadelphia's Moyamensing Prison.
In a blink we are in the audience front row at an execution.
I lean over.."umm could have let me grab at least boots"
Sable is focused and before the trap door is pulled Holmes locks eyes w Sable. I thought I caught quicker than humanly possible movement to his side then back to me. What ever transgressed in those seconds shock and terrified the man's soul.
The trap door opened. He fell with the snap. And into History was written the legend of an infamous serial killer.
a laugh fills the air and we are back in my suite..
Sable..what just happened? Other than Revenge on Holmes.. and what did you say?

Mistress Sable:
“Why miss Laine I let him taste his Putrid acts. All the things he did flashed in his mind as if it was he In place of his victims and I sent him to the Gods of Hades. They will have a time with him. His end is only the beginning of his torment. You my friend amaze me. That was something for the books. You must explain that contraption I do love to tinker a bit. However I like my potions and spells a bit more.”

Ms Watson:
Cambridge
After leaving the Andrade, I hired a horse and buggy to take me to Cambridge. I had to speak to a friend, someone that I knew would be able to help me with the task the Deacon and I had spoken of. I was grateful to the Deacon for his input, as I knew his advice would be invaluable to the professor and I. I was also grateful to him for giving me an excuse to leave the tedium of socializing with the others.
I arrived with Moxie comfortable and safe in her carrying pouch and hurried to the Professor’s office. I laughed at the looks I got as I hurried by, I was used to them. I favored tailored pants over the layers and layers of fabric most Victorian women wore. My footsteps echoed through the hallowed halls of the university. I found his office quickly and knocked.
“Enter!” came the clipped reply from the office.
“Professor Erazmus Watt, I presume?” I said as I entered the office.
He turned to face me with a lopsided grin, “so I profess to be,” his smile broadened when he saw me, “my dear Watson! How long has it been?” he asked with a smile.
“A few years now, I believe,” I replied, giving him a quick hug, “I’ve been...busy,” I finished with a shrug.
“And why do I think that is the understatement of the year,” he said as he took his seat behind his desk, “word of your exploits gets around, you know. Fighting beasties of all sorts.”
I shrugged again, “what can I say, someone has to do it,” Moxie popped her head from my satchel, wanting down so she could explore her surroundings.
“Great Scott, what is that?”
“It’s a dog,” I said with a laugh, “don’t they let you out of this university?”
“I can see it’s a dog. What I want to know is why is it in my office? And considering your tendency to get into some rather peculiar situations...it’s natural for me to assume that it is much more than ‘just a dog’. Am I right?”
“Yes you are right...as usual.”
“Is it safe?”
“The dog?” I asked, to which he nodded affirmatively, “yes, she is safe. Her name is Moxie.”
“When is she not safe?” he eyed me keenly, he was a very intelligent man.
“When I am in danger. So be nice.”
“I’m always nice,” he said with feigned indignation. He leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands together, “now let’s get down to business, why are you here? I suppose you want something?”
“Naturally, I need your expertise.”
“In what? Science, weaponry, the paranormal, physics…”
“All the above,” I said.
“Sit,” he indicated the chair across from his desk, “and tell me everything.”

Watsons View of The Great Hall
After leaving Professor Watt’s office, I took a carriage to the Consortium. Dr. Ghinton met me on the steps of the building and handed me a badge, “this will get you anywhere you need to be within the Consortium,” he filled in the details to me as we entered the Great Hall. He also informed me that the others had arrived and were currently relaxing in their suites.
“Relaxing?” I said, “I think I remember the concept,” I added with a laugh.
“How did your meeting with the Professor go?” he asked as he showed me to my suite.
“Very well. He will be here in a couple days, he has a few things to tie up at the university.”
“Excellent,” the Doctor said, “here is your suite, Ms. Watson, away from the others and close to the laboratory. I figured you’d prefer that.”
“Very much so. Thank you, Doctor.”
He nodded and tipped his hat, “welcome back, Ms. Watson. Get some rest.”
I dipped into a quick curtsy, then entered my suite. Looking around, I set Moxie down to sniff and explore. The room was absolutely perfect for me. My books and journals had all been neatly arranged on the bookshelf, along with several other books that would be handy for me in my research and investigation. A lovely tea setting rested on a table by the window and closer inspection revealed that the cabinet nearby was fully stocked with my favorite teas and some wonderful scones. There was a shelf in the cabinet that held food and treats for Moxie, as well.
“Looks like we are both set, Moxie,” I said, as she continued her inspection of the room, nose to the ground. She covered every inch of the space. Then as if to say it met her approval, she curled up in the lavish dog bed that was near the fireplace.
The desk was fully stocked with paper, pens, and even a couple of brand new journals for me to begin filling. The medicine cabinet next to the desk held all sorts of herbs, carrier oils, bottles, droppers….anything and everything I could possibly need.
Retrieving Victor Frankenstein’s book and the notes I had taken when conferring with the Deacon, I sat at the desk and began researching in earnest. Pulling books from my collection as well as what had been provided to me, I began to formulate a strategy.

Mr Hyde:
Hugo heard the door to his office open and he looks up to see the doctor. What are you doing here Hugo? Dr. Ghinton says. I'm doing guest and residents registries. I'm also going over the invoice and expenses of the "adventures" . By the way, how'd you find me? says Hugo. When I realized you were absent I knew exactly were to find you. As far as your excuse, poppycock. You know the guest and residents by heart and since when does the bishop concern himself with money. What's really going on here. responds the doctor? I don't fit in. I'm not a mystic or a top notch fighter. I'm not close to being a genius and I definitely don't have insight. Hugo answers. The Dr. doesn't even bother to respond. Well, if you are finished with your pity party I expect you to gather your things and join us in ten minutes. That's plenty of time here to finish your chores. the doctor finally chimes in. And if I say no? ask Hugo. Hugo, my boy, don't make me go over your head. You know the bishop only entertains at his request Hugo says. And you know his grace will see me whenever I wish say Ghinton. Hugo slumps into his chair. As I said you have ten minutes say the doctor. Dr. Ghinton turns to leave and Hugo calls out to him. The doctor turns and Hugo holds up a cherry wood cigar box and opens it. Would you like a soft peppermint stick for the road doc? No Hugo, I'm good. The doctor exits the office closing the door behind him.

I enter the great dining hall and find Dr. Ghinton sitting in a booth alone enjoying a huge piece of cured ham and roasted beets with what I would assume is a glass of schnapps. May I join you doc? Please do Hugo the good doctor replies. I sit and immediately a waiter comes over. Would you like to order he ask. I reply yes please. I'd like a steak, medium well, and an order of sautéed mushrooms and onions. He disappears and me and doc have meaningless chit chat until he returns with my steak. I reach for the bottle of ketchup and the following conversation breaks out.
Doc first followed by Hugo unless otherwise stated.
What are you doing?
What do you mean what am I doing?
With that? Doc points at the bottle.
I'm putting ketchup on my steak.
One does not put ketchup on a steak.
One does if he's Hugo Hyde.
It's blasphemy.
I know a prayer.
Do you realize how barbaric you look right now? It's like eating mayonnaise on spaghetti.
I never thought of that.
So you're not going to have ketchup on your steak?
No. I'm not going to have mayonnaise on my spaghetti.
What would your mother do Hugo?
Probably smack me.
For putting ketchup on your steak.
No because she would think I had stolen it.
Hugo it just isn't...
Fine. Fine. Waiter!
The waiter walks over and ask may I help you? I answer could you take away the steak. I don't want it anymore. And could I get a piece of apple pie with a big slice of cheddar on it.
Doc then Hugo
Cheddar cheese on apple pie?
Forget it. Cancel that. Just bring me some toast with orange marmalade. Is that okay with you doc?
Why Hugo, why would I ever tell you what to eat.

The Deacon:
Earlier after the Deacon arrived at the Consortium with Doctor Ghinton's team, he was given a badge to gain access. Ichabod spent some time with Ms. Watson in the laboratory, fielding questions and exchanging ideas. It has been the most he spoke with any one person at length in a long time. After, he wandered about the complex admiring it's wonders. However he had wonders of his own. Ichabod did what he could to keep his distance from the group, not because he didn't fancy them any. More so to protect himself. He lost so much and so many. The thought of getting close to anyone twisted the knife of grief because he couldn't stand loosing anyone else. It was perplexing enough about how he even ended up in such a strange place, not so much his current surroundings but, this world in  general. It was so, shiny. So new, grand and beautiful. Certainly not like the tattered waste of what he knew. He felt deep down he didn't belong here. He couldn't even remember how he got here. Only a cave a strange noise and diffused light. Not long after where he met Doctor Ghinton and his crew and aided in their quest to kill a vampire. That was his forte. The only thing that drives him. Yet so strange riding under the waves in the company of a man who mirrored Ichabod all too much. He sat in one of the many grand halls of the Consortium and meditated before he retired to his quarters.

Dr Ghinton:
At the chime of 4 p.m.  which is heard through out the halls of the consortium, the team is notified to meet in the main entry hall. 

As we gather together, Dr Ghinton says, “Shall we assemble on the upper deck for some tea and crumpets and discussion about the next adventure?

Upon taking our seats and placing our requests for our nibbles, Dr Ghinton begins by stating; “that we have a new assignment.  Some of  you may wish to step away for this one, others might be more intrigued to seek out other options for exploration. “

“Ms. Watson has informed us of a precarious situation building with a mystery associated with the local opera house. It seems there are a number of people coming up missing and/or assaulted. We have been asked to assist the Inspector to seek out the source and to put an end to the situation. “ 

“Mr Hyde may be called up on to contain yet another one of the beings which walks behind the shadows, but we are not sure yet of the need due to the unknown nature of the assailant.” 

“I of course will offer as much assistance to the Ms Watson as I can.“

Looking around at those gathered at the table. “Are we on board with this adventure?”  “If so, please keep in mind, Ms Watson is the lead in this assignment. She sets the stage for us and I am sure she will be considering the safety of all of us involved”

With the conversation waning, we reach the point of breaking from our time for tea.  

We return to our suites with the intention of prepping for the mission ahead. 

Captain DeLatoche Writes:

The Andrade bridge crew:
Captain: Cpt. Adrian Delatoche
First Officer: Cmndr. Miriam Thedra
Helmsman: Lt. Sidney Castings
Navigation Officer: Lt. Oliver Sisko
Weapons/Tactical Officer: Lt.cmdr Shin Hiyata
Communications Officer: Lt. Nyota Wicker
Security Chief: Commander Dirk Lerext
Radar/Sensor Chief: Lt. Marla Goodson
Science Officer: Lt.cmdr. Tobias Scrimm
Other essential personnel:
Chief Medical Officer: Ltcmdr. James J. Leonard
Chief Engineer: Pieter Valesec
Engineer's Mate: Ensign Willomina "Mina" McCloud
Chief Petty Officer: CPO. Robert Sharkey
Bartender: The Automoton called "Isaac"
Trooper Commander of Makko Squadron : Sargent Travis Montgomery
Prologue
-Captain's Log: Travel Date: Sept. 30 1887
The Andrade is 10 miles out of port and has received a shuttle submersible with the members of S.T.E.A.M for their journey back to London England. It is my distinct honor of welcoming Doctor Ghinton and company back aboard The Andrade. There are however a few new faces to the troop. I had greeted them in turn as they boarded.-
As the team made their way through the main hatch, Captain DeLatoche extended his hand to each in turn, welcoming them aboard and directing them to an awaiting Yeoman to secure their belongings in the guest quarters. The boat's large interior was cavernous to a degree, unlike any other Deep Sea Submersible in the Fleet.
"Doctor Ghinton, welcome back aboard." The Captain said.
"We will gather for tea and discussions at 1600hrs in the forward crew lounge." He continued, gesturing him to the waiting crewman.
Next greeted was Ms. Watson and the new face she carried along with her. A little blond thing of a dog with the look of Anubis about her.
"This is Moxie." Watson said, looking down with a smile.
She decided to keep to herself the fact that this cute little pooch can become a raging, Wolf Beast that's big. Really. Big. No need to worry the Captain about that. Watson then steps away with a waiting escort to her quarters.
Miss Sable steps through handing her luggage off to a crewman, and approaches the Captain.
" Miss Sable, welcome aboard, I trust you have recovered well since our last encounter?” DeLatoche said.
"Indeed I have Captain, thank you. It is well to see you again. Hopefully this time things are less chaotic." She said.
"May it be by Neptune's decree M'am." He said with a smile, gesturing her to follow the Yeoman.
Another new face stepped toward the Captain. A lady in a brad rim hat adorned with feathers followed by a large dog.
"Laine McMillan." She said matter of fact like.
"This is Mac." She gestured to the K-9.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance M'am. I am Captain Adrian DeLatoche." He said shaking her hand, and letting Mac sniff his hand, getting the dog's permission to pet him.
"The facilities of this ship are at your disposal. If you follow the Yeoman to your quarters you will find a map to the ship at your convenience." He said.
Turning toward the hatch, Hugo steps though followed by a lumbering hulk of a creature.
"Ahh, Mr. Hyde, welcome." DeLatoche said.
"And who is this you have with you?" He asked.
"I Junior. Hyde friend. STEAM friend." Junior said.
"Well, you must have been the tallest in your class." The Captain said.
"Welcome aboard The Andrade. I think you might be interested in the main crew lounge and observation deck. Something tells me you have never seen the wonders of the Sea." He continued.
That made Junior hop up and down excitedly, quaking the deck enough to where a few crewman about stopped what they were doing and looked a bit wide eyed at the Man made of men.
"Take it easy Junior." Hyde said with a bit of a chuckle.
The walked over to their escort. The captain mentioned to the crewman to find appropriate size quarters to accommodate the needs of Mr. Hyde and his companion.
Looking around warily, a Romani woman is inspecting her surroundings. DeLatoche approaches her to introduce himself.
"Captain Adrian DeLatoche. Welcome to the Andrade. I trust you will be comfortable aboard my boat, Miss…."
"Maria Stewart." She said.
"And no, I'm not sure I will be comfortable Sir. I am not one for confined spaces." She continued.
"We have taken that into account when we designed her Madam. I think after you get a sense of space on your way, it may ease your aversions. I apologies if the ride over from port was an anxious one in the shuttle. If you wish, you can see Dr. Leonard in sick bay to give you something to make you more at ease." He suggested. As a crewman with her luggage escorted her gingerly away to guest quarters deck.
The last to step past The Captain was Deacon Tull. He accepted the DeLatoche's hand of welcome, the two men looked at each other intently and with some curiosity for a moment, and at the same time, they shook their heads, saying…"Naaaahh." and parted.
At 1600, S.T.E.A.M was in the exceptionally comfortable stern side observation lounge. Gleaming brass fixtures, brocade and dark velvet seating, walls full of books of every kind. The window Iris opened full so that the breathtaking beauty and wonder of the Ocean could be taken in while the travelers take Tea, dainties and other fair provided by the galley. They sit in comfort, leisure safety and security, as Doctor Ghinton gives the finer points of their adventures to the Captain as he smokes a pipe of the seaweed blend of his own make.

Mr. Hyde Writes:
While waiting for the sub I feel a hand on my shoulder I turn my head to see a massive hand I turn and say out loud junior! I ask him how he got there and he answers junior use key Hugo gave me. He holds up a red key. I told you it's only for emergencies. I tell him. Never mind it's to late to do anything about it now the captain is here. We board the vessel and junior is excited but once the sub starts moving he quickly changes his tune. He gets upset and starts saying junior no like. I calm him down and tell him I'll take him home. He nods in agreement. I walk to the first closed door I come to and insert the red key and the door opens into the Ebony Manor. Junior follows me in. Now junior, stay here. I'll come for you in a bit. He nods and I step back through the door and back onto the sub. I quickly go to join my friends for tea.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
As we set in the lounge I feel very much at ease. Even with the recent awareness that we are being taunted by a twisted dimension hopping fiend. I’m enjoying a small glass of my favorite Schnapps and looking out the observation window and enjoying the sight of the sea and its contents cascading by.  I glance over to see that others have gathered together around a large table and are having a casual conversation about nothing of serious intent. It’s such a very different scene than what we had been experiencing only days ago.  I’ma  creature of my comforts, without a doubt. I enjoy fine clothing, fine surrounding, and most of all fine company. Even more so if it can be shared over a sweet drink or a glass of cider. 
I could these here on this vessel as friends and hope I am thought of in the same manner. I’m ever so aware that we all have our “conditions” and yet those same points are what brings this group together to be stronger than the average team. We all know our limits. We all understand the hardship that comes with being unique. Yes, a few of us are in denial of our weaker points. Some prefer to think themselves above it all. But, when we get down to the truth of it all, we all know each other fairly well. 
Stepping out of my head I glance over the table and say - “Do we have any Cards in the house? A brisk game sounds like a way to kill off some time and anxiety!”

Captain DeLatoche Writes:
“Cards and other distractions and activities are made available in recreation lounge on deck 7 forward. Including, shuffle board, chess, Backgammon, and Dominos. Our lounge attendant automaton Isaac can provide you with refreshments and other entertainments. However there is a card deck stashed in the drawer of the freestanding table adjacent to the port book shelf. Enjoy.” The Captain said.
“If you need any further assistance, use the ships comm stations located by the egress hatches. I must take my leave and resume my duties on the bridge. Good day to all of you.”
With that, DeLatoche exits the observation cabin with one last look at the passengers. His gaze settling on The Deacon for a quick moment. Turning away, shaking his head, raising his eyebrows saying under his breath... “weird.”

Ms Watson Writes:
Tea is a wonderful affair, as it seems each member of the team is getting better acquainted with one another. Moxie is doing her best to snatch any crumbs off the floor, until I distract her with one of the dog biscuits I had picked up for her. Her antics make people smile and she is fascinated with McMillan's dog Mac, who I hope doesn't think her to be a complete pest.
I try to detach my thinking from 'work' but my mind seems to keep fixing on one particular thought. If Jack is truly back to torment us, how can we protect ourselves and rid the world completely of his vile presence? A weapon of sorts? But what kind of weapon? Another thought begins to take root...could it be done? I have some research to do...but first, tea.

Mistress Sable Writes:
Mistress Sable is tired, she hasn’t had this much excitement in years. Maybe a decade or so. She is quite taken with her companions as she looks at each one in turn. Maria seems wild and a bit unnerved Sable understands but has made this voyage once. She smiles at her and tips her tea I am open for conversation and a bit of cards myself. She hopes to settle her a bit. Then she looks around and there off to the side she is. Ms. McMillan she feels a pull to her. Something is making her feel drawn to her like they have a connection. She can surely almost hear her thoughts. Sable can feel her wariness along with a bit of loneliness not unlike herself. She tilts her head as an invitation and spreads her hand . Junior is an enigma and since an innocent. But he was unsettled and Hyde took him to the other place. Mr Hyde is always a fun and interesting chap. The Deacon has Sable a bit unsettled and his resemblance to the Captain is a bit uncanny. The Dr well Sable sees him sipping his refreshment he has become dear to her too. It is a good group of like minded individuals she is hoping to talk to the doctor later about what his thoughts on Tillian are. He has a way of seeing things. Sable and the sips the fairy tea with a delightful sigh ah that Mr Hyde he does one good. And that touch of honey. Sable isn’t aware but she glows a slight golden aura which is beautiful to see. Especially as it means she is content and has accepted those around her.

The Deacon Writes:
The Deacon rose from his spot, intending on joining Ms. Watson for tea as she and Moxie sat by themselves. Watson engrossed in some journal writing.
“Mayhap this seat be taken?” He asked.
“Oh, no, not at all, please sit. I could use the company.” She said.
Moxie sniffed around his weathered boots reading the ‘news’. Ichabod reached down to scratch her crabapple head.
“I never had the opportunity to say thank you. Also, you handled yourself quite well when we took out that undead worm.” He said.
Watson chuckled a bit as she kept scribbling notes and flipping pages of a book to the side of the journal.
“Lucky you were quick on the draw.” He continued.
“Huh. Luck.” She said. “In my experience, there’s no such thing as luck. Just solid facts.” She put down her scribe and took a sip of tea.
Watson then shared with Ichabod her idea on how to weaponize Jack’s ashes to possibly use against him if he makes another appearance. The Deacon recounted how his late friend had a similar breakthrough when he invented the protein based compound he used earlier to speed the body’s healing factor by using vampiric blood, creating an anti venom of sorts that also stops the catalyst which turns one into a vampire. Comparing notes and exchanging ideas, they decided to locate the ships laboratory and begin their work. First thing was to speak with Captain DeLatoche in order to seek permission to use the scientific facilities. Slipping away from the lounge largely unnoticed, the pair boarded a tube lift to the bridge. After meeting the Captain in his ready room, DeLatoche ordered his Chief Science Officer Mr. Scrimm and Ensign McCloud to provide them the assistance required to unravel the formula needed in order to produce not only the weaponized dust, but an effective delivery system as well.

Maria Writes:
Maria sits in the chair furthest from the wide open window watching the Doctor who is precariously positioned by the opening. She would like to join him in a conversation but she's secretly terrified of the vast sea that now surrounds the vessel. She has decided to keep her fear to herself and is determined to show a brave face. Unknown to her companions Maria has never learned how to swim. She shifts her thoughts to the tea and its wonderful flavors. Then is able to smile.

McMillan Writes:
McMillan : I am fine.. This is just for a temporary time.. Repeating this phrase over and over in my head. "Just a huge glorious underwater CoffIN"
The ringing in my ears.. The nausea and a general feeling of unease as I feel blood draining from my face. These feelings are not helping my anxiety of closed space.
Mac seems clueless to my grief and is fully sprawled out playing with Moxie. "Well at least one of us will enjoy the trip"
I heard something of cards and wonder if the British play 5 card draw. Not sure I would make it through a game.
Maybe I should lay down ..or stick my head between my knees..which one is it?
I call outlook to Issac.." Do you have a mint tea..or Ginger Beer" slapping my hand up over my mouth as I say it.
"Oo what did I eat this AM...not good."
I suddenly become aware of my vulnerability and how OK I am with this group. This thought is quickly broken up by loud gurgling from my stomach.
"Where's the Privy?" ..

Mistress Sable Writes:
McMillan dash’s about and finds a spittoon. After relieving herself of the contents of her last meal Sable motions for her. She is dressed in an evening frock. She attempts to smile in a comforting way. “I also have issues in This vessel so I drink this tea. Mr Hyde got it for me last trip it is very fine yea. Fairy tea to be exact. And if you will allow me I am very efficient in the healing arts May I touch your hand I can settle your system till the tea begins to work. Mayhap we ladies can play a bit of poker with the gentlemen and show them how proficient we can be in taking their money.” Sable winks and reaches out for McMillan letting her decide. McMillan takes Sables hand and it lightly glows a golden hue. She immediately starts to feel settled. “There now come join us have some tea, do put a touch of honey it is divine. Dr please shall we deal the cards I’m ready for some good sport. Marie please come join us I am sure the tea I have will settle your nerves it is imbibed with fairy magic and was charged by the full moon light. It is positively beautiful. “The ladies all seem to have formed a bit of a bond. For the first time they all had relief from being in a vessel under the sea. The DR declines but hands the cards to Mr Hyde. “I have a feeling you may be in for it chap. “and excusing himself goes off to bed. Hyde mumbles I need some coffee and doughnuts

Maria Stewart Writes:
Maria chimes in to break the silence as the cards are dealt, "I so enjoy the autumn. Don't you think it's pleasanter than June? Of course, one can barely tell the difference between autumn and spring out in this vast body of water."
"I miss seeing the red swallows flying south. Let me share one of my favorite poems with you!" Being kinetic by nature, Maria rises and starts flapping her hands and arms, held out to each side, "Flying, flying - the swallows flying; Flitting south before November snows, Leaving the delaying leaves a-dying Broken-hearted for the buried rose. Follow, follow - Everything must follow. Even the memory of summer dies Follow, follow; good-by happy swallow Flying southward as the summer flies.”

Mistress Sable Writes:
Mistress Sable lightly claps after Maria’s lovely display. She enjoys her ethereal personality. She pauses a moment and smiles “so lovely.• “ She then winks again. “Look about luv, you are vey enchanting” I know you are both curious about me. Please feel free to ask anything. I will be honest with you. “ And Laine, I hope it ok to call you that. I think we should speak about that mark of yours….“
“Oh and you ladies are welcome to call me Sable usually I don’t allow that but as we are friends here I think I would enjoy just being Sable. It’s been a while since I’ve had friends.” A look quickly crosses Sables face the loneliness is there it’s fleeting but Laine (Gretchen Binney) catches it. It’s all too familiar to her. She decides she will find out what put that look there at some point but right now her cards are showing a win and she wants to collect that money in the pot. And now that she is settled she is thinking of a quick shot of something a bit stronger.

McMillan Writes:
My foot is tapping both from Maria's poetry but also to the fiddle music that started up quietly .. This Tea is a giddy libation. I put my cards down with a thud of conquer. pairs "Aces and Kings gals and gent. " I pull my flask .. pour shots for my companions.. "my special brew" On the note of the Mark that McMillan has kept covered.. her eyes widen to Sables knowledge .. " yes you can all me Laine .. you too Maria. Sable I know you have uncanny insight but my Brand .." unbuttons and pulls back her shirt to show the brand just above her left breast " I secure the distressed.. its an oath.. a reminder and much more”

Mistress Sable Writes:
“yes, I’m sure it is much more.” I think Maria has felt it too. “ Maria shake her head yes in response. “ an oath is an unbreakable thing. I feel death with you Laine I hope I can assist you in some way. My life is long and I have experienced many things. “ you should claim your boon I think we are perplexing poor Mr Hyde. “ Sable sips her tea waiting. This will be an adventure indeed. She thinks. Her new friends make a bit of the hollow in her heart fill in a bit. Even though she knows it may not last. She will enjoy the now. Maria begins to dance to the music enchanting and alluring. Sable is impressed with the movements she hadn’t danced in so long it feels lovely and the sway of her dance calms Sables soul. Sable then takes the shot offered and throws it back sets down the glass without a blink says how refreshing.

Captain DeLatoche Writes:
As the passengers socialize and wrap up tea, the overhead comm system comes to life with a whistle.
"This is the captain. Estimated time of arrival at England is two zero minutes. All passengers who wish to depart at that time, please gather in launch bay one. A shuttle is being prepared. Those who wish to remain aboard may do so. Our current speed is 100 knots at a depth of 800 feet. DeLatoche out."
In his ready room, DeLatoche sat reading as the boat swiftly makes its way to their destination. The Comm chimed. Ms. Watson had requested to stay aboard The Andrade in order to finish her research with Deacon Tull before they depart. She had planned on heading to Cambridge University to consult one Dr. Erazmus Watt. Deacon Tull had other plans known only to him. DeLatoche signed off on the orders and crew assignments. The trip was rather quick and blessedly uneventful. As soon as S.T.E.A.M has been ferried to London's docks, The Andrade will depart to begin its next mission. FSN reports that raiders have been attacking undersea research stations and must be dealt with.

McMillan Writes:
Upon the announcement: McMillan gathers her winnings and notices that in her glee of tea and whiskey she had thrown a square coin with a holographic emblem of the order and date of 3244. It was slightly buried in the coin toss. She quickly pockets everything hoping her friends we so taken with the frivolity they did not notice her error.
Bids her leave from the table to fetch her things. She whistles for MAC who is slow to rise and they set off. Down the corridor. Gather belongings and meet up with the gang of adventures to take the shuttle to London. McMillan has changed into grey trousers a long blue dress coat, vest, white shirt and more of a tam verse western hat english riding boots. .. Better to fit in by appearance.

Mistress Sable Writes:
Sable did see the coin as liquors do not have the same effect on her but she notices Laines movements and lets it be for now, internally she thinks at a later time she will ask her about the coin and the date.

Dr Ghinton Writes: 
Upon landing on firm land, Dr Ghinton calls the attention of the group together. 
"First order of business I wish to address.  Ms. Watson has been called away on urgent business. She sends her regards to the rest of the party. She will be continuing to work on a solution for our antagonist, but for now we must journey on without here.
Secondly, I think it is time to discuss some points that will affect our journey hence forth. 
Let me begin by saying, This is going to take a few minutes. "

Dr. Ghinton proceeds to say: 

“The Great Hall of the Consortium

The Consortium is often referred to the National Crime Agency, In London. The identity of the great hall has been deliberately obscured by various means of disinformation. On the surface it functions as a chamber for the organization and distribution of legal and political rules of conduct. A Law Enforcement Organization.
But it has a much different function as well. It is the forefront of an entrance into a dimensional shift in reality. There are gateways into a realm in between this sphere of space and time and another. We refer to it as “The Between”. This is Much like the “Ebony Manor” in its existence. It is a hidden Society behind the mundane.
In that “between” rests a place for time travelers and adventurers. We interact with the physical reality with great caution and care, as to not upset the balance between our adventures and the natural time line. 
The establishment and origin of The Consortium is not known, due to the Time Disturbances and changes in history, which surround the organization. For all we know The Consortium has always been part fo the human timeline. Spanning back to the beginning. Which creates the paradox that of which cant be clarified. The Consortium for all practical purposes is the chicken or the egg sequence in its own existence. 
The reason I am speaking to you about all of this is soon to come clear. 
We the Members of STEAM has been given special consideration by the head chamber masters of the Consortium to acquire a Meeting Hall in the great structure. However, due to the nature of business and the obscurity of the Great Hall itself, we must use a special device to gain access to the enclosed meeting hall.  

A Special badge. 
The badge is specially tuned to your personal vibration. Each one appears to be identical, but are unique to your energy field and will only work when in your possession.  If at any point one of the other members of our group, wishes to call us together in the meeting hall, the badge will glow. Upon touching the badge, and requesting to be transported to the great hall, will the badge then activate and open a simple manifestation of a portal, similar to Mr. Hydes Door keys. A Doorway will appear and by stepping through said doorway, you will enter into the Meeting Chamber.  If by chance this is activated in the presence of a non-member, the entire event will simply appear to the on looker as a passage through an existing doorway into another room. The doorway will match with the perception of the onlooking spectator. For a few seconds, the spectators perception may be altered, if needed, to protect the identity and method of the badge holder as well as the manifestation of the doorway. The doorway can be manifest in various forms to match the scenery at hand  If an Arched door is more suitable then the badge will sense the environment. If an Arched tree scene fits better for the onlooking spectator, then the badge will manifest that scene. The key being, we must protect the Meeting hall from infiltration as well a meet our chosen directive. 
Now, if by chance, any of you wish not to partake in accepting the badge and being pulled and pushed around through time and space, It is completely acceptable. But be aware, without the badge, there is no entry into the Committee hall. For the hall itself doesn’t exist in this time frame. 
Do we have any questions at this point?”
“If there are no questions we can continue to the Council Hall at The Consortium."
We locate a carriage house and hire a carriage to take us to the National Crime Agency in London. 

Dr Ghinton:
Mr Hyde!  What did you do?

Mr Hyde:
I swear to gawd I was just trying to make toast.

Dr Ghinton:
How? Long Distance?

Mr Hyde:
I....Umm..... Just stepped out to buy jelly.

Dr Ghinton:
Well, this is a fine way to NOT to catch Spring Heeled Jack.

Mr Hyde:
Okay, you got me. This was building a web in the corner and I don't do spiders.

Dr Ghinton:
Now we are getting to the bottom of it.
I assume this one DIDN'T get a way

Mr Hyde:
I hope not. Somebody needs to check.

Dr Ghinton:
Umm. Not me sir. I forgot my tongs.
I would guess it might be a little crispy about the edges

Mr Hyde:
You could add some old bay seasoning on it and I still wouldn't touch it.

Dr Ghinton:
Good to see we have eliminated one creature, only to be outsmarted by another. Life is good In the realm. Or is it?

Ms Watson:
There is always a beastie of some sort lurking in the dark.
My inherent curiosity sent me down the rabbit hole and it seems that the appearance of Spring Heeled Jack was just the beginning of a quite terrifying chain of events.
His villainous influence has been seen in both England and America.
I have compiled a list of his minions that must be captured and neutralized. Do we divide and conquer or proceed as a group?

Dr Ghinton:
I say we see the list and them proceed, following perusal of said list. Best to know who, and what, and maybe even when we need to be before proceeding.

Ms Watson:
It starts in 1837 with the first sighting of Spring Heeled Jack in England, off to Texas in 1884 to apprehend the servant girl annihilator, England 1888 for Saucy Jack, Illinois 1891 for HH Holmes, Georgia 1909 for the Atlanta Ripper, Louisiana 1918 for the Axeman of New Orleans and finally Ohio 1935 for the mad butcher of Kingsbury Run.
There are far too many similarities in all these cases to my inquisitive mind

Dr Ghinton:
Amazing. I must say.

Mr Hyde:
I'm ready.

Ms Watson:
Then the game is afoot!

Mr Hyde:
A letter arrived today advising the good Bishop Twilight to call off his assistant and his friends from pursuing spring heel any further less there will be consequences. It was simply signed Jack. This didn't intimidate nor scare the Bishop, it did me but not the Bishop, so as far as I know the pursuit is still on.

Dr Ghinton:
We are all on board. Ready to move ahead. We have details of his exploits and facts about the direction we need to go to locate Mr. Jack.
Which time shall we start our endeavor?

Mr Hyde:
as soon as I finish packing an extra pair of pants

Dr Ghinton:
Might wish to bring two.

Mr Hyde:
Good idea.

Dr Ghinton:
and a towel

Mr Hyde:
I've got this strange feeling that I've had before that I'm going to be used for the bait.

Dr Ghinton:
Wouldn't a female be of better use in that situation?

Mr Hyde:
I've been bait before.

Dr Ghinton:
Oh My Gawd! Put that away there are children in the room.
Then again, I guess we could strap you into a corset and get some heels. Enough material and Mr Jack may not notice.

Ms Watson:
No need to worry - he’s obviously frightened by us or he wouldn’t have sent that missive.

Dr Ghinton:
Good Point to consider my dear. Idle threats often come before the culprit scurries under a rock

Mistress Sable:
Is he a paranormal entity or a real man in disguise? If paranormal I can cast a spell to trap him in an activated primordial entity spell. It will trap the soul and hold it in a Ma’lak box.

Dr Ghinton:
Based on some of the research we are unsure if he is Corporeal or not. His timeline of activity suggests that he may not be of the human species. If we can rest assured it is the same "jack" responsible for all of the murders.
Recanting Ms Watsons previous comments on the matter:
It starts in 1837 with the first sighting of Spring Heeled Jack in England, off to Texas in 1884 to apprehend the servant girl annihilator, England 1888 for Saucy Jack, Illinois 1891 for HH Holmes, Georgia 1909 for the Atlanta Ripper, Louisiana 1918 for the Axeman of New Orleans and finally Ohio 1935 for the mad butcher of Kingsbury Run.
There are far too many similarities in all these cases to my inquisitive mind”

Mr Hyde:
I will do my best sir.

Dr Ghinton: 
I’m Curious Mr Hyde, What's the current status of our dear old friend Mr Jack?

Mr Hyde: 
I'm beginning to think our fellow adventurers is correct and he's lying low.
I've heard rumors he's been actually spotted in Dublin
I just received from a reliable source that Jack is attempting to organize fellow nasties to dismantle and destroy our fearless group of adventurers and guardians. So a quick check in to be sure everyone is okay. I'll start. Hugo Hyde is present.

Dr Ghinton: 
I'm present and accounted for

Ms Watson:
Abigail Watson here - currently safe from all nasties

Amanda Xoe Givans
Present!

Mistress Sable:
Sable Boon Griffin, Practitioner of the metaphysical and Paranormal arts. Known to most as Mistress Sable, At your service. It was a narrow escape today. One of those nasties tried to run me down while traveling to the big city today. I managed to elude capture. It was a very close call.

Mr Hyde:
Thank goodness you escaped harm's way. Stay safe and we're with you.

Dr Ghinton:
Very pleased Mistress Sable is safe for the moment. But do keep your eyes open for mischief.
~~~
After just a short investigating I will add, "The Mad Marquis" - Mr Beresford is to be watched carefully and not believed in his ramblings. There is some evidence to indicate he took advantage of Spring Heeled Jack's reputation in some of the shenanigans which took place int he earliest of mishaps.
But, my assessment is the Mr Beresford is not our culprit. Unless, of course,, one would accept the auspicious concept of Demonic possession. The possession could have began in Mr Beresford and only lasted a short time, until moving on to yet another vessel. Which could explain the extended timeline of All of the curious events in question between 1837 and 1935.
Ms Abigail Watson, May have more insight into this view.

Ms Watson:
I agree that Mr. Beresford bears watching, but I don’t think he is the true Spring Heeled Jack - he’s far too interested in drunken brawling, vandalism and ridiculously childish pranks to be the trickster that we are in search of. I feel that it is someone close to the marquess though. Keep him in close sights and keep your eyes open.

Dr Ghinton:
Excellent commentary Ms Watson.

Mr Hyde:
Someone or something is tap, tap, tap dancing on the slate roof of the manor.

Dr Ghinton:
Sir, grab your revolver and investigate.
Just beware of falling stone.

Mr Hyde:
Were is lore hiding. He's the manor's handyman.

Dr Ghinton:
Mr Hyde, did you discover the source?

Mr Hyde:
Nope... I got the vertigo. I'm trying to convince myself it was the ghost of Fred Astaire.

Mistress Sable, I was just called to Bishop Twilight's chamber and was told the he was informed that Jack is worried about your spells so he has recruited the old hag in his battle to defeat us. Please be careful.

Mistress Sable:
His recruitment is for naught. I have a spell that has made her magic non effective against me, anything she has thrown my way finds its way back to her and is 3x3 it’s intention. I am a rare practitioner of thee arts and most Magic’s and curses do not affect me. As I have a touch of the Goddess in me. I am neither light nor dark but a bit of both. It’s why I am feared and loved. Mistress Sable is not one to be trifled with and Jack may find he has bitten off more than he can chew. Thank you sir for your caution and concern. But I have no tolerance for the abuse of women and will retaliate in kind. His persistence will only lead him into a trap.

My Hyde:
I wasn't aware of your abilities. Please forgive me for underestimating you.

Mistress Sable:
It is all good my fine gentleman. We will persevere in our endeavors. I have it on good Authority the Old Hag has bowed out once she realized who she was to dealing with. We are old acquaintance. She was one of my mentors, till my abilities outshined hers, she then tried to eliminate me. As she wanted no one more powerful than her living. As you can see she failed in her attempt . I had cast a very powerful protective spell upon myself when she took me in, I never trusted her. I was an orphan. She was teaching me so she could drain me of my natural abilities when I came into my power. . What happened was in our community a bit unusual and a story best saved for another day.

Dr Ghinton:
Jack has been seen again

My Hyde:
Is there no end to his madness.

Ms Watson:
he’s frightened of us - hence the brazen appearance

Dr Ghinton:
We are off for an adventure. Ol' Jack has taken to the mountains.

Mr Hyde:
To the mountains! We haven't given up yeti. Get it. Mountains, yeti. Oh, never mind.

Captain DeLatoche:
If he chooses to hide beneath the waves, we will be ready!

Mr Hyde:
Pack your cashmere long johns.

While pursuing Jack into the mountains my cashews have become one large mass that I can't get separated. I'm afraid my nuts have frozen.

Dr Ghinton:
If we catch the Gentleman in question you can bash him over the head with them. That should separate your nuts.

Mr Hyde:
Take my nuts you fiend!!!!

Dr Ghinton:
Unless it's just a small bag, then I doubt it does much good

Mr Hyde:
Lol....Hey! I said it was cold.

Dr Ghinton:
You should salt your nuts, it would help prevent freezing.

Ms Watson:
Fortunately, the frozen nuts were enough to catch Jack very off guard (seriously you should have seen his face! Freaking priceless!) and I was able to sneak up and hit with the Tesla gun, then Dr. Ghinton loaded him into the stasis chamber. We are now on our way back to Hugo Hyde’s to interrogate and study Jack.

Mr Hyde:
Ms Watson, may I ask you to put a containment spell over his quarters after we finish our inquire?

I told the good Dr. G my frozen nuts would be enough to do some damage.

Dr Ghinton:
And yes, it worked my good fellow. Even though it was a small bag.

Ms Watson:
We need a strong containment spell for Jack - he is bent on escape. Since the mountains didn’t work, I fear he’ll head for open seas

Mistress Sable:
Ms Watson, I left a vial in your bag of goodies. It is a powerful containment spell. It will last for about 3 days till he is in interrogations. I will then have a lovely box ready for him. His soul will never again tarnish another.

Dr Ghinton:
We have it on good authority that Spring Heeled Jack has made his way to the Marina and has stolen or possibly hired a boat to take him to the States. The name of the Boat in question is The "Herald of Mercy" and has already left port. 
So we are taking our quest to the high seas. 
Ms Sable has made provisions to provide us with a Vial which can be used to incapacitate Ol Jack, once we catch up to him. The Vial is in the possession Ms Watson.
Hopefully we will be able to put an end to his reign of terror.

Mistress Sable:
I thought Ms Watson had captured him... how did he escape the stasis unit. He is Wiley indeed, but I think he is running scared after seeing those frozen nuts. My services were required by an old acquaintance. It seems a tracking spell needed to be put on her invention. A time warping machine. It freezes time for about 120 seconds excluding the individual with the device. I am sorry to say she was badly injured last evening and the device stolen. The spell shows that whom ever it was is also heading for the States. You don’t think it was possibly him?

Dr Ghinton:
Ms Watson did indeed have him subdued, but before we could move him to the Stasis chamber, he over powered us and was gone in a flash. (which reinforces my concept that he is using some form of Time Device)
I agree that he has come to accept that we are far more of a match than he anticipated. His escape to the states validates that theory .
So sorry to hear of the mishap with your acquaintance, Hopefully she will recover quickly.
It very well could have been one and the same who has helped himself to the Time suspension device you speak of.
We shall pursue, nonetheless, and will be calling on reinforcements along the way. First and foremost we shall seek sea worthy transport and make our plans while on the journey.
We are off to the States (dreary place that it is)

Mr Hyde:
I accept the blame. I was afraid of Jack so I attempted to contain him with one of my talisman. I was not aware how strong he truly is.

Dr Ghinton:
No shame sir. Jack has proven to be a bit unruly and dangerous. We just need to be more careful and think ahead on our next opportunity.
We need to isolate his movement into one area and approach from various angles. Once we catch up to him, of course.

Mr Hyde:
Air. Water. Doesn't anybody travel by land anymore? I better pack some extra bromo seltzer.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
If plans go as hoped, it wont be just ON water, but beneath it.

Mistress Sable:
I have an aversion to confined spaces. But I will certainly try to be of services and suck it up as you will, to help catch and contain this ruffian.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
We shall do our best to keep you amused while beneath the waves. A distraction from the confinement.

Mistress Sable:
Dr Derwood Ghinton I look forward to the distraction.

Mr Hyde:
I'm bringing crackers and lemon lime soda.

Mistress Sable:
Mr Hyde, could you obtain some dried fruit and dark chocolate it is my favorite treat. Cherries are my favorite.
Dr Ghinton, Are we gambling sir?

Dr Ghinton: 
No, my dear, just a simple game to pass the time. Unless our time is best spent preparing for the coming conflict.

Mistress Sable:
We could do both one to occupy my mind the other to prepare for the fight. That way we are equally refreshed and prepared.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Excellent plan. I'll also continue to work on enough goggles for the entire crew to shield us if needed.

Mr Hyde:
Mistress Sable, Dr Ghinton, do you think bear repellant would be something useful to pack?

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Just be sure to get the appropriate vial. You need not get the attractant.

Mistress Sable:
Yes, I do always say, be prepared.

Mr Hyde:
I'm hearing his crew consist of skin walkers.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Might I enquire as to which version of Skin walker? Are we speaking of those Undead creatures? Or of the variety of Changelings which take on other forms?

Mr Hyde:
The ones that can become lions and tigers and bears.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Oh My

I am sure we will prevail. What can be made can be unmade, and if it bleeds, Well you can predict the rest.

My Hyde:
I hope I don't get my jacket stained I just had it cleaned.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Beware the soiling of ones trousers.
Yes, I know you.

Mistress Sable:
Skin Walkers? Is that so.... So he has been to the states. They are an evil bunch. My Navaho friend who is a healer, has given me a bit of knowledge on the creatures. They are given both good and evil Magic’s. The evil become witches or yee naaldlooshii ( the skin walker) they take the form of animals mostly coyotes do not lock eyes with the creature if you do you can be possessed by it. Maybe Jack is a skin walker....I will make all of you a talisman to alert you if one is near and protect you from possession, a warning if the skin walker is strong in its abilities like Jack the possession may occur anyway. So never lock your gaze with it. The talisman will warn you. I can only do so much.

Mr Hyde:
Thank you so much.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
We are sure to prevail.
I shall see if I can create a device to shield us from the effect of the gaze of the creature in question.
Or maybe better yet a spell on the goggles which would counteract the effects? Might this be possible?

Mistress Sable:
Most assuredly sir I must protect my comrades in arms as well as I can.

Mr Hyde:
Are there any special goggles that we can wear that can allow us to see them without actually seeing them. If you understand what I'm asking.

Mistress Sable:
Dr Derwood Ghinton I’m not sure I will consult the books on the trip over. Surely if you invent some protective eye wear I might be able to add to it.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
A work in progress for our friend Mr Hyde, Shielded Lenses, Reality altering technology, and yet unfinished.

Mistress Sable:
Mr Hyde, there are some stones with natural holes called hag stones that you can see paranormal beings with called hag stones. But the hole has to be natural and worn into the stone by water.. I have a few but not enough for all of us.

Amanda Xoe Givans
Haha! Bringing the fight to my side of the pond at last is he? I shall meet his ship at the docks and track his movings until the rest of you arrive.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Excellent. We shall do our best to arrive promptly.

Mr Hyde:
Amanda Xoe Givans thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Amanda Xoe Givans
Glad to be of service. Safe travels to you all!

Ms Watson:
Make sure all blasters are charged and ready to go. Jack has vexed me quite grievously. He will be captured and I don’t care if we bring him in warm or if we bring him in cold. Not only is the game afoot - now it’s personal.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
He does not know with whom he has annoyed. YET

Ms Watson:
Dr Derwood Ghinton oh but he will soon know!

Captain DeLatoche:
The FSN Andrade stands ready to receive the team. After we are under way, we will gather for an important intelligence briefing.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Heading toward to docks, my good man.

Mr Hyde:
I was just going in my blanket fort but now I guess I have no choice. I'm sure the doc is on his way to get me.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Without a doubt sir. Do I have to bring the shackles this time?

Mr Hyde: 
No. No. I chaff easily.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
I Hope there is a full dining area, I will desire Tea at some point. If not, I can take it in my quarters.

Mr Hyde:
I was wondering if he had one of those big window thingies that lets you look out into the deep dark.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
I would guess there is an observation deck.

Mr Hyde:
Dr Derwood Ghinton oh boy! I'm not going there unless I have to. Thank goodness I packed my water wings.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
I'm also assuming there are wetsuits and Diving Suits available for those who wish or need to venture out into the external areas of the submersible.
Yes, that's how it goes. Along with other sea creatures, such as Octopi. Nothing at all to be concerned about.
The Cage will protect you as will the suit.

Mr Hyde:
They look at me and think , look! It's a buffet!!

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Snack food you are not
Not only that, but the can is far too hard to open.

Captain DeLatoche:
Mr Hyde and Dr. Ghinton, worry not, I shall have the boats complements, armaments and specifications will be made available shortly.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
We have faith in you and your crews ability to accommodate. The quest lies ahead of us.

Mistress Sable:
Dr Derwood Ghinton I apologize for my brief absence I was detained by a rather interesting situation. Captain Sir I appreciate my accommodations it is sufficient for my needs, I would also rather like a tea while on this voyage to calm my nerves. I hope to play dice with the dear Dr. We need to debrief as SH Jack sent me a nasty to deal with and I am quite beside myself. His fear is very evident. I am certain he sees me as a great threat. However he under estimates my ability in hand to hand combat. His little nasty lost its head. But I am afraid I was injured and may need medical assistance. As this pesky injury in my side is bleeding a bit much. Although I am a magical being I can't heal myself. I would very much need you Dr Derwood Sir. Quickly might I add I am feeling very faint. You ma…….

Mr Hyde:
Oh no. You go boom. Can I help you back to your quarters and get the doc?

Mistress Sable:
Please do quickly I'm bleeding out I was stabbed in the side I feel this may weaken me. The blood is soaking through my petticoats.

Mr Hyde:
I hope I can stir doc. He's a heavy sleeper.
Anything I can do in the meantime.

Mistress Sable:
Apply pressure to the wound. You will need to cut off my petticoats, find a medical kit and stir the crew. They must know that SH Jack is sending in an army....An army of walkers. They are out for blood. I sent my little mechanical flying spy into his ship. I heard that some of his little nasties were sent here there are some imposters. Skin walkers who have possessed some of the crew. You must stop them they plan to blow the hatches. You will have to cut off their heads. Wear the talisman I made all of you. It will alert you if one is near it is in my satchel…..
Mr Hyde, find the captain he must know. And the good Dr. He is the next target. 

Mr Hyde:
I'll alert who I can as quickly as I can and then I'll be back to check on you.

Mistress Sable:
Thank you sir. I trust you will save us. I must sleep I think. Too much lost blood.

Captain DeLatoche:
The medical bay has her condition well in hand. That detection device/ talisman needs to get into the hands of Chief Security Officer Dirk Lerext in order to coordinate a sweep of the ship to ferret out any skin walkers, or other nasties aboard this boat. This situation will be under control immediately. All non essential personnel are confined to quarters until further notice. I have Ms. Watson formulating countermeasures to extricate whatever parasite infecting crew members from this world or beyond in order to free them before lethal action is required. I will not loose any of my crew if I can prevent it. Security has orders to contain and capture any person detected to be a walker. If that means my brig is full then so be it. No blood will be shed if I can prevent it. If not, then so be it. We will neutralize any and all threats with extreme prejudice, but only, if I have no other option. By Neptune's Beard I will not let this ship fall into enemy hands.

Mr Hyde:
I am confident that you and your crews will be able to handle this situation. I will retreat to my quarters willingly but if I can be of assistance let me no. But for now me and my teddy , Mr. Fudge, bid you good night.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
My My My, I take a short nap and the world explodes. I will check on Mistress Sable and then return to my quarters. I have a vial of healing ointment that will come in handy for this task. She will be back on her feet in no time.

Ms Watson:
It has been an interesting few hours indeed. Fortunately I was able to create an elixir that we were able to form into a gas that was sprayed into the faces of the crew. Those who were possessed were freed and their tormentor banished to their eternal doom. Those who were actually skinwalkers have been locked in the brig for the Captain's enforcers to deal with.
I had my own run in with one of Jack's nasty little beasts and I do heartily apologize to the steward who has to clean up the mess, I do hope that....mess....Comes out of the drapes and carpets easily.
Fortunately we will make it port before Jack's boat does and we will be waiting for him, hidden, blended in with others and watching from high perches. He will not escape this time.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Excellent work. As always. Now to make headway and prepare for the conflict.

Mr Hyde:
Now that he hurt my friends I'm super mad. Let's get this dancing horse puck.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
My Intuition says we have something coming of great concern. I keep finding myself feeling very unnerved and I swear I can hear a change in the hum of the engine of our vessel. My dreams are full of imagery or something dark, huge and dark. Maybe it's another side effect of the Bubble & Squeak, or maybe My senses are tuning in on something much more sinister.

Mistress Sable:
Dr Derwood Ghinton hello Dr. my gratitude for your help in my recovery. I have found the incantation for those lovely goggles so we might see some of the lurking nasty little beasts SH Jack has in his employ. I also have a great sense of trepidation. I think something lurks out there waiting. Ms Watson. You did a magnificent job dispatching that nasty creature. Oh and Dear Mr Hyde thank you for your quick response to my injury and warning. I do believe you saved my life. I am indebted to you sir and if you or the doctor are ever in need of my particular services please call on me. Now dear Dr Derwood what shall we do? I think that particular concern may be wrapping around the hull as we speak. I hope the Captain is prepared. I am a bit weak from my ordeal but I will begin a chant to hold us steady but I can only do this for about an hour or so before I pass out from the toll of the magic. There is always a price.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Let us holdout until we can consult with the Good Captain. He may have a quick solution for us, or some guidance. Rest for now and we shall call on you at the best time to begin, with preparation time in mind.
Until we are sure there is reason to act, we should rest and rebuild our reserves.

Captain Delatoche:
The underwater turbulence being felt is due to the fact that we are tracking the enemy vessel thorough The Saragossa Sea. The waters here are strange and treacherous. This area is rife with odd occurrences. It is also in close proximity to the Bermuda Triangle. We are running at three quarter power at a depth of 800 feet. This is the fastest ship in the fleet and we have the tactical advantage. Intelligence reports suggest that the infiltration of the Andrade was staged before we left port. Our nemesis is adept at leaving clues, one was found on a crew member after he was recovered from the possessions.

Mr Hyde:
I'm not saying I'm scared during this spring heeled Jack adventure but if you need a cuddle buddy during this time I'm here for you. Not that I'm personal scared.

Dr Ghinton:
We have received a communique that there has been some disturbances of a Fishy kind in the Louisiana Area in the States.  People are describing a strange creature being sighted along some of the rivers and canals and for best reference it has been label Dagon.  
Once our adventure with Spring Heeled Jack has come to a conclusion we plan to venture in to the wet lands of the area to see if we can discover and detain the creature in questions.  
Anyone with expertise in Water Foul, Sea Creatures or So called mythical beasts are encouraged and requested to join our adventure.

Mr Hyde:
We don't even get finished with one thing then we already have another. After this is over I'm asking Bishop Twilight for a raise.

Ms Watson:
Count me in!

Mr Hyde:
Checking my cashew supply. I hope I have enough nuts to get me through this adventure.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
You need a bigger bag.

Mr Hyde:
I'm sorry but for now it's the only bag I've got.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
I guess you'll have to work with what you got then.

Ms Watson:
I have been in contact with Captain DeLatoche and he is on board. He’s making sure his vessel has a holding spot for that vile trickster.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Wonderful news, and don't forget the Vial of Suspension Provided by Ms Sable. It should render Ol Jack motionless for some time allowing us to be sure he is completely subdued.

Mistress Sable:
Dr Derwood Ghinton Dr dear I am happy you remembered the vial. Also I would be Mistress Sable. Those who know me know it is wise to refer to me as thus.

Mr Hyde:
Who's brilliant idea was it to serve blood sausage with a side of bubble and squeak the 1st night on a submersible vessel? We can't open any windows down here.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Wasn't me.

Mr Hyde:
I'm not sure anything Jack can throw at us could be any worse than this.
Besides I didn't think ladies farted.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Some One PLEASE turn on the air filtration mechanism.

Captain DeLatoche:
The air scrubbers are working overtime I assure you and our sanitation engineer is hard at work maintaining all systems pertaining to there within.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Good to know. But we need some Immediate Clothes pins for the nose.

Captain DeLatoche:
All environmental suites are located on lower deck three, aft at stern.

Ms Watson:
Egad!
Save some of that for Jack - he’ll be brought to his knees for sure with that biological warfare!

Mr Hyde:
I'm glad I listened to doc and packed an extra pair of pants.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Me too.

Mr Hyde:
Someone's been throwing black walnuts at me from behind. See the stains?

Dr Derwood Ghinton
I think we should employ the Diving equipment for the time being to keep from Suffocating .

Mr Hyde:
Dear captain is it true that there are clams so big they can swallow a man whole?

Ms Watson:
Not just clams….

Mr Hyde:
Ms Watson, that’s a lot of hot sauce.

Ms Watson:
a mind boggling amount

Captain DeLatoche:
The sea is full of amazing creatures. Some clams can get so large that in theory could fit an entire human being in its maw and slowly digest it, creating a large pearl from solid matter such as bone and sand, sought after on black markets worldwide. A sure fire way to tell if these giant pearls weighing up to 80 pounds and the size of an Ostrich egg are indeed made of human is if metals found in artificial implants such as titanium and steel are present. Also some gold and platinum with other precious metals used in false teeth and various implants.

Mr Hyde:
fascinating

Dr Ghinton:
That's a hellofaStone to pass.

Amanda Xoe Givans
I have spies sprinkled throughout the harbor. As soon as Jack's ship is in sight, we shall know! 
Trying to persuade my husband to infiltrate the crew upon their arrival. He is hesitant. I honestly don't blame him.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Beware the Skin Walker's We do not need your husband to take unnecessary risks alone.

Ms Watson:
We welcome all assistance! The Andrade is making good time and will be in port before Jack’s ship arrives. I look forward to meeting you and your husband. We will radio with our ETA soon.

Amanda Xoe Givans
We'll be awaiting your arrival.

Dr Ghinton:
Ah the deep sea and all of its wonders. 
As we journey to the States to follow the trail of Spring Heeled Jack, we have the chance to recoup and regroup. Taking in some of the sights and letting the good captain of the vessel handle the details. 
The Mistress is on the mend and our remaining band is enjoying one another's company without much concern for the possibility of difficulties. Anticipation however does loom within our minds of the upcoming capture of Ol' Jack, once we have arrived at the harbor. 
We quietly hold confidence the journey will be a peaceful and productive one.

Mistress Sable:
(Internal dialog Mistress Sable) :I am feeling much improved thanks to the good DR. Have we found the imposters I wonder or are they walking among us waiting for the chance at nabbing the Dr. I must get up and about. When one saves the Mistress she must do the same. I am indebted to the Dr. and Mr. Hyde. One must soldier on. I am so drained from my injury I hope I can sustain my magics. Now where is that infernal book . It has a mind of its own. Ahhh there you are. (Out loud) Show me book a spell to see the unseeable. Ahhh, yes just what I need.

Mr Hyde:
We had quite the harrowing night last night. I could hear the captain and his crew fighting to keep the vessel secure. They fortunately succeeded on containing the infected crew and capturing the fiend behind this mess.
It turns out it was an associate of Jack by the name of Hamilton Cure. He tainted the crews blood sausage with some of his own were-blood. Thank goodness we had some talented friends that was able to reverse the curse.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
If we have any lingering effects from the infection. I believe we can obtain some Wolfsbane Tincture once we make landfall.
In The mean time, we should struggle to keep things calm and be prepared to restrain anyone who might fall under the effect of the poison.

Mr Hyde:
I've been able to secure transportation for us once we arrive at our destination.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Excellent work…

Mr Hyde:
What do you expect? I'm on a tight budget from Bishop Twilight. He wants things done cheap and efficiently. Almost half my budget was spent on Dr G's tea set for this trip and the mystic fairy tea from the 4th realm that he requested. The Bishop isn't frugal, he's down right cheap.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
We shall reimburse the Bishop. With Interest. Once we have successfully captured our target.
We shall have to be more financially responsible. NoMore Nuts!

Mr Hyde:
Not my nuts!!!
You don't have to reimburse the Bishop we just had to cut other expenses but I won't let you cut my nuts.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Okay, we shall keep the nuts, But the Pool cue has to go when we hit landfall.
The land vessel will do, let's just hope there's a good tail wind to help us along. Otherwise we may need to push.

Mr Hyde:
Dr Derwood Ghinton we'll take a downhill route as much as possible.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Without a doubt My good man.

Mistress Sable:
Mr Hyde, you are much appreciated sir and the tea was completely delightful and rejuvenated me while recovering from this nasty wound.

Dr Ghinton:
A photograph of one of the invading thugs which attempted to take over our vessel.
He was no trouble. He was eventually over taken by the application of a can of Little Friskies Cat food and a bottle of seltzer.

Captain DeLatoche:
Fortunately the threat was contained and neutralized.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Yes sir, Good work of your crew

Mr Hyde:
Excellent job.

Captain DeLatoche:
Federation of Sovereign Nations (FSN) Andrade, is the brain child of Captain Adriane DeLatoche and the brilliant Nikola Tesla who designed the boat in the early 1880s for the purpose of scientific exploration and defense of the planet's oceans. Upon its completion, Andrade is the largest submarine and deep submergence vessel ever constructed, measuring 307.1 m from stem to stern with a crew of 85 military and 125 science personnel. The ship could travel at speeds up to 160 knots (295 km/h) and was propelled by twin Aether fusion reactors that also converts saline from the ocean water into alternate energy sources if the reactors fail for any reason . The Andrade is coated in a scientifically engineered bio-skin that remains completely inert against all (known) marine bacteria and organisms with a crush depth of more than 10 km of water. The ship is equipped with a complement of standard torpedoes, as well as matter/anti matter tipped SLBMs named Triton III, intercepts, sea to air missiles, state-of-the art Tesla Ray banks, as well as a specialized magnetic "grapnel torpedo" which, when fired, would impact a target and allow the Andrade to tow or retract.
The ship is also equipped with a series of sea launch shuttles, exploration pods as well as a series of pursuit and intercept speeders.
Other complements include a full service canteen with communal and private dining, a recreation deck and crew lounges in several locations around the ship. Main observation decks can be found on either side, port and aft, that are large concave AlloSteel ports giving the over all Squid shape "eyes". The six stern "Tentacles" serve the ships design to better emulate the natural aesthetic of an oceanic organism and can be set in different positions depending on the vessels acceleration and deceleration needs.
Access though the ship, is through magnetic lifts and tubes as well as conventional stairwells giving access to ships various systems such as air scrubbers, sea to fresh water conversion, recycling and reclamation nodes, redundant systems, and sanitation.

Dr Ghinton:
I'm once again disturbed by the strange sensation that something dangerous is near by.  The Sound of the engines seems to be alternating between a smooth hum and a struggling grind. 
 I'm Going to ask the good captain if there is a way to scan the outer shell of the ship to see if something is near causing the shift in sound. 
Call it paranoia if you must but I feel we are in danger down here beneath the sea. 
Last evening my dreams consisted of a struggle with a Great beast. A beast with many tentacles and one large eye.  It was attempting to crush the ship.   I often doubt my own intuition on a regular basis, as it is know for wild fantastical visions. But my instinct is screaming, we are in danger.

Captain DeLatoche:
Done Sir. I will have security personnel distribute FSN issue wrist mounted comm-links with multi channel secure code scrambling encryption for off grid communication. They will also work in various conditions if no secure and or compatible grid can be found, such as time travel instances. Being that they are grounded in this unique timeline, the very molecular make up keeps all other time lines intact with no time space distortions or anomalies. Unless one chooses to change events, the timeline stays intact. Basically they can act as a bubble for observation purposes yet the applications are many. May they serve you well.

Mistress Sable:
Captain my friend sent along 4 of these aqua breathers I don’t know if they might help but I thought you might like to look them over and reproduce them.

Captain DeLatoche:
Battle in the Sargasso Sea.
The Andrade bridge crew:
Captain: Cpt. Adrian Delatoche
First Officer: Cmndr. Miriam Thedra
Helmsman: Lt. Sidney Castings
Navigation Officer: Lt. Oliver Sisko
Weapons/Tactical Officer: Lt.cmdr Shin Hiyata
Communications Officer: Lt. Nyota Wicker
Security Chief: Commander Dirk Lerext
Radar/Sensor Chief: Lt. Marla Goodson
Science Officer: Lt.cmdr. Tobias Scrimm
Other essential personnel:
Chief Medical Officer: Ltcmdr. James J. Leonard
Chief Engineer: Pieter Valesec
Engineer's Mate: Ensign Willomina "Mina" McCloud
Chief Petty Officer: CPO. Robert Sharkey
Bartender: The Automoton called "Isaac"
Trooper Commander of Makko Squadron : Sargent Travis Montgomery
(Synopsys)
"Captains Log: Travel Date, August 7th, 1890.
The FSN Andrade is in pursuit of a ship carrying the known villain Spring-Heeled Jack. I have been made aware of the feelings and senses of various members of S.T.E.A.M, ( Society of Time travelers, Explorers, Adventurers and Mystics.) who are hot on the trail of that nefarious miscreant, of an unknown threat in the dark gloom beyond the seeing eye. Both Dr. Hugo Hyde and his associate Dr. Derwood Ghinton have made it known that though dreams and observations, something wicked this way comes. Both Abigayle Watson, renowned detective and scientific authority and Mistress Sable, practitioner of ancient magics have offered service of their abilities to aid The Andrade in the event of crisis as we close in on our quarry. In the event of Jack escaping capture or making landfall before us, we have intelligence operatives under the command of Amanda Xoe Givans stationed at the destination port standing by for orders. Transportation arrangements have been made.
Our transit passage takes us dangerously close to the Bermuda Triangle as we navigate our way through the Sargasso Sea, a region of the Atlantic ocean bounded by four currents forming an ocean gyre. Unlike all other regions called seas, it has no land boundaries. It is distinguished from other parts of the Atlantic Ocean by its characteristic brown Sargassum seaweed and often calm blue water and for its confusing compass readings, making strange axes conventions, and various Kaiju lurking in its depths. "
Bridge of the Andrade-
“Captain! Radar Sensor readings indicate a large mass, heading towards us at baring 07 mark 3, closing fast at 70 knots.” Said Lt. Goodson.
"All hands, red alert! Battle stations! Raise magnetic shields. Captain DeLatoche ordered.
(Klaxon sounds, all lighting goes red)
"Mr. Hiyata prepare all weapons and countermeasures. If this is what I think it is, it’s going to be a rough ride. Buckle up everybody." The Captain said.
"Lt. Wicker, give me comms ship wide."
"Aye Captain, ships comm active." she said.
“Captain DeLatoche...” said the First Officer.
"Yes Commander Thedra." He responded.
“Recommend we launch intercept speeders.” She said.
"Not just yet Commander, I want to make sure we know what it is we are dealing with first.
Helm, take us about to baring 328.4 mark 8, speed, one quarter thrust, 30 degrees down bubble. Let’s be ready to cram some anti matter down this things gobb." The captain responded.
"Forward lights Mr. Castings." The captain ordered.
"Aye Captain, forward lights." said Castings.
As the Andrade's beams penetrate the murky depths, the shape of excessively large tentacles pierce the illumination. The ship lurches hard against a soundwave of intense magnitude as the sea beast, a rather foul Kraken rivaling the Andrade's size, unleashes a furious guttural noise. The bulkheads absorb most of the blast, however, sound shakes the unaware to the core, turning the blood cold.
The sound of alarm klaxons blare as the the bridge crew hang on to anything assessable and bolted down, as the less fortunate that we're not able to, are flung from their feet as the Andrade lists mercilessly to port at a hard angle. Another loud impact rumbles though the ship as giant tentacles smash into the hull, intent on inflicting any damage it can. Bulkheads scream under the pressure of the creatures grip.
"Fire Ray Beams, full intensity!" Captain DeLatoche ordered.
The noise of the capacitors vibrate the deck, as three successive ray pulses are fired directly at the root points of the Kraken's great arms, slicing through causing the beast to bellow and retreat a short distance.
" I think we made it angry Sir." Lt. Cmdr. Scrimm said.
" New problem Captain! Four, no, five Depth Charges have been deployed by enemy vessel." said Lt. Goodson.
Suddenly several concussive rumbles shake the ship.
"Chooom Choom......ChaChooom…" Shaking the vessel hard.
Gripping the Command Chair, Captain DeLatoche narrows his gaze upward.
"Fiend!!!" he shouted in anger.
Surely Spring-Heeled Jack was aware of the Andrade's plight and decided to make sport of the affair. Most certainly taking advantage of the situation to make an escape.
"Mr. Sisko, plot course zero, zero, one, one, nine, mark five. Helm: Hard right rudder, come about twenty degrees! Mr. Hiyata, ready torpedo tubes one and two" DeLatoche said.
Hammering on the internal comm system button, DeLatoche shouted,
" Ok Mistress, time to shine, I hope it doesn’t take long to work your magics, as soon as I have a firing solution, I am sending those fish into that bastards belly!" He said.
Continuing to give orders, Captain DeLatoche switched channels to hail his Trooper Commander.
"Sargent Montgomery" he called.
"Scramble Makko Squadron immediately. Launch
when ready." he said.
An automated voice filled the air, "All Troopers to your speeders! All Troopers to your speeders!"
More concussions outside the hull. Violently shaking everyone's very bones.
"Kriff!! That was close!" Sisko said.
"Mr. Hiyata, do we have a firing solution on the main target?" DeLatoche said.
"Aye Captain, we have a solution." He said.
"Fire torpedoes!" The captain shouted, as another violent shudder ripped through the ship.
"Torpedoes away!" Hiyata yelled.
The Matter/Anti matter torpedoes struck the beast in two locations, one against the side next to its bulbous eye, the other underneath its thorax where the roots of its tentacles lie, all but vaporizing the areas targeted. The shockwaves bursting in all directions, causing The Andrade to up angle sharply throwing the crew from their seats. Another hard concussion was felt at the starboard bow, ripping though the ship. A depth charge had made direct contact with the Draft.
As the ship listed and began to settle, the crew gained back their footing, collecting data from the ships systems.
"Damage report!" DeLatoche shouted.
"Quantum Compass, out. Helm control gone. Hull breaches on decks eleven through eight, we've taken on some water but nothing critical, emergency bulkheads in place." Scrimm reported.
"Several serious injuries reported on affected decks Captain, no casualties." Wicker reported.
"Scramble med teams and alert Dr. Leonard in sickbay to be ready to receive wounded. Check in with Dr. Ghinton's team to see if they are ok." DeLatoche said.
The Captain made his way to Tactical Station.
"Shin, give my eyes on that ship topside. I wanna know his location asap." He said.
"Aye, Aye Captain." Hiyata said.
"We lost him sir. He ghosted."
Angrily, Delatoche said, " Do we still have launch capability to dispatch Makko Squadron?"
"Yessir." Hiyata said.
"Launch speeders. Pursuit course from last known location". The Captain ordered.
"Alert the Commander Givans. She has incoming.”

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Excellent description of the encounter.
We are in process of contacting Amanda Xoe Givans on the Main land to let her and her team know we are temporarily detained and will make land fall shortly after Spring Heeled Jack arrives.May she have some success in capturing the ol boy.
As for the security of our team. We are shaken. Which is to be expected. My greatest loss was the mishap of tipping a glass of Schnapps and dropping a portion of the contents on the floor. No other casualties to my knowledge.
However we should check in with Mistress Sable and Ms Watson and Mr Hyde as well as another's aboard the vessel just to be sure.
Thank you Captain for providing us with the communications devices, they will come in handy even more so once we hit landfall.
My Condolences to you, our good captain, for the minor injuries to your fine vessel, I am sure we can be back to full speed as soon as repairs are complete. A fine craft she be, as they say.
We should all seek some time to recuperate before coming to shore. I assume we will be in need of all the energy we can gather for the land travel ahead. Our journey has but started.

Mr Hyde:
I bumped my head while under the bench on the third deck but I seem to be okay. I wasn't hiding I was just securing the area in case any nasties tried to overtake this strategic stronghold.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Glad to hear you are taking security so seriously my friend.
Do you need medical assistance, Maybe a Rub down?
I am sure the Captain has at least one Masseuse on board.

Mistress Sable:
Mistress Sable began her spell as soon as the Captain gave the plea her guards did well as the strapped her into a seat so she would not be thrown about. She was able to shield the good vessel from detrimental damage but it may have some superficial. With her powers and the still healing wound the Mistress is pale and weak. She needs to lay down and take her elixir to help her recharge. Sable is asking that Th good Doctor check in on her in a bit.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Without a doubt my dear. You have done a fine job in assisting our team. Rest and recoup.

Ms Watson:
Watson here - I secured a spot at the observation deck with journal and pen in hand. I must say it was both fascinating and terrifying to watch the battle unfold. I may have sustained a bruise or two after losing my footing, but nothing that won’t heal quickly. And of course it was nothing that will quell my boundless curiosity. What mysteries the deep seas hold!
But now my head is fixed on Jack again. Forever onward to the next task at hand.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Absolutely My dear. The wicked never rest, and therefore we must forge ahead.

Captain DeLatoche
An official incident report will be set into the ships log as soon as all hands report in and all repair assessments made. Sick bay is handling all serious injuries, all minor injuries are being handled in various crew lounges by other medical staff and field medics. The ship has now surfaced to begin for-mentioned damage assessment so repairs can get underway by the Chief Engineer’s repair crews and various worker automatons. Decks 8 through 11 are sealed, all speeders recalled. I am pleased the team is ok, as we get under way again, a debriefing will take place in the conference room. Until then, I will be in my ready room.

Mr Hyde:
We may have suffered a small setback but it will not discourage not stop us.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Not at all my good man. It gives us yet more determination to overcome. We shall not be dissuaded.

Amanda Xoe Givans
My team is in place. We may have a bit of problem. There are whispers of Jack having a mysterious ally in town. The cards indicate we have a long hard road ahead of us, but I feel certain we will prevail in the end.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Grand News.

Mistress Sable:
Mistress Sable is in her quarters taking her elixir. She notices a strange aftertaste. A look of confusion is worn in her expression she quickly presses the button on the communication device provided to her by the Captain only one word escapes her lips....”help” before she is pulled under by the fouled elixir. Sable falls to the floor paralyzed and afraid. What has happened she wonders who has betrayed her. Mistress Sables Goddess light wraps around her. She is beautiful to behold. Her body floats into the air and is suspended. It’s as if she is swimming. It is a poison that she has ingested . The gift of the Goddess is protecting her from death, but she is not out of the woods yet. She must be given the antidote. Hopefully someone will realize what this is. Sable can hear what is happening and see those around her she just can’t move or speak. Her heart pounding with trepidation. ….

Mr Hyde:
I'm the first to get to Sable's quarters. I'm not certain what is wrong with the Mistress but she whispers something about an antidote. After calling for the rest of the team I try the few things I have on me. Holy water, blessed ash, hot sauce and cashews. If none of these work I pray someone gets here soon with a cure.

Captain DeLatoche:
Medical team to guest quarters has been dispatched.

Ms Watson:
Summoned by Hyde, I arrive with my satchel of herbal remedies and tinctures cultivated and collected from years of study with various shamans, medicine men and a special bottle directly from Marie Laveau herself.
Seconds after taking the remedy Sable stirs and is rushed off to sick bay by the medical crew.

Mr Hyde:
Ms. Watson if the elixir is that effective perhaps we should consider making a visit to Ms. LaBeau in the Louisiana swamps and see if we could acquire more of it from her. After we finish our business with good old Jack.

Ms Watson:
Mr Hyde, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to acquire more, Mr. Hyde. It is indeed an effective and powerful elixir and my supply is running a tad low.

Captain DeLatoche:
Captain’s Log: Supplemental.
Relief and calm have returned back to the Andrade and Her crew. All of which whom preformed admirably. Although some crew members sustained injuries, some critical, the medical teams preformed their duty well. Dr. Leonard has attended to all triaged individuals. I have been made aware that one of our guests are among them. Everyone is in good hands. We may have been crippled momentarily, however, we have surfaced and emergency repairs have been underway. Estimated time to departure for Terra Firma, six hours. Under full speed, we will arrive at our destination quickly and S.T.E.A.M can resume the pursuit of Spring Heeled Jack.
FSN ANDRADE
Ad Explorandum, Protegatis, Et Defendatis

Dr Derwood Ghinton
All the while, Dr Ghinton was once again off in his quarters enjoying a good book and sipping on Schnapps. I'm going to need to give up Read or Sleeping. I keep missing so much.
I suspect Mistress Sable will survive this ordeal. We need to determine what the poison was the had infiltrated her Elixir
Excellent work my friends. We move on as soon as possible.

Captain DeLatoche:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Repairs have been finished and we are now submerged and under way at full speed. We will make landfall in good order. We have a shuttle standing by to ferry Dr. Ghinton and his team to shore where operatives of S.T.E.A.M await. Upon reviewing the official record of this mission and investigating security breaches aboard, it has been determined that the poison in question was slipped into Miss Sable’s belongings by a possessed crewman during the first initial enemy contact. All reports have been filed with FSN headquarters. DeLatoche out.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Thank you Captain for your update and for providing passage.
We shall be calling upon your services again in the near future, once we have secured our target.

Mr Hyde:
I would like to thank the medical team for the electroshock treatment provided after these harrowing experiences we've encountered. I feel much more at ease now.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
I wasn't aware there was such barbaric treatments on the ship.
As we arrive at the Port, we haven't heard from  Amanda Xoe Givans on the status of Ol Jack. We aren't sure if he has arrived ahead of us or has fallen behind. 
He may have chosen to sneak in another way and is laying in wait for us as we disembark our vessel.  
The key element is, We have Arrived....
Mind your manners my friend we are now on foreign soil and rules may be bit different here.
As the team moves toward the depot to board our train, we take notice of our wares collected at the market.  
I myself spent my time noticing the array of concealed weaponry.  I picked up a new walking stick for the remainder of the journey.  Also a new box of tea for the long journey ahead.  
We will check in with the rest of the team to determine their findings,  and if there were any unique experiences.  
Good Journey and Safe travels.

Mr Hyde:
While waiting for the train to depart we decided to part company in search of supplies. I decided on my needs and was on my way. I decided to first visit the church for blessed ashes, holy water and blessed rosary beads. While heading towards the marketplace for certain herbs and garlic and other things I thought I heard what sounded like tap dancing but I just assumed it was sounds of the city. While in the marketplace and thought I saw sickening yellow eyes watching me but when I got closer there was nothing there so I got my supplies and departed. While returning to the train I heard the tap dancing again and I turned to see a figure. The thing leaps upon a lamppost and then from there onto a wall. It just danced on the wall defying gravity with a laugh that sounded like crumbling of leaves. With on powerful leap it was upon me knocking me to the ground. He continued to laugh while holding my face in its hands. His skin was a a grey color and his breath was eye watering. He then spoke. " I could have already killed you chubby but you're not my goal at this time. ". He then shoved the following note into my mouth and with one leap was gone. The note read.
Your family crossed my path before and tried to end my rising score. I will kill you without regret. You will pay for your family's debt. My mind races to Ms. Watson.

Ms Watson:
I headed for the market, once again frustrated that we had just missed Jack again - or so it seemed. I had been busy studying footprints leading from the ship and missed the charm that was cast over the rest of the team. Frowning, I realized that Jack had a healing wound on one of his legs, causing him to limp just a bit. I quickly scooped up what bit of congealed blood had fallen off the wound and secured it away in a vial. Having a bit of the old trickster’s blood might come in handy. And knowing that he was wounded would be an advantage. We had hurt him, actually drawn blood - that was a first for Jack and I’m sure he was near mad with rage. Another advantage for us - if we keep our wits about us, we will have him soon.
As I was strolling through the market, I was able to pick up some tea and chocolates before heading to the medicinal tent to bulk up my supply of herbs, carrier oils and vessels in which to contain them. After bidding farewell to the lovely Romani couple that had helped me, I stepped out of the tent and ran square into a wild-eyed Mr. Hyde. Wordlessly he handed me a note, then found his voice and his interaction with Jack came tumbling out rapidly. The note confirmed my earlier suspicion - we had hurt him and he wasn’t used to that. Not only had we hurt him, but we had taken pursuit of him. Too long he had used his powers to render people helpless with fear, too long had he gloated in his power over the humans he tormented. His time was coming to a close and he knew it - S.T.E.A.M. had hurt him, caused him to bleed and then caused him to flee. I had thought he was hours ahead of us, but he wasn’t...he was close - either on one of the trucks Amanda Xoe Givans had identified or possibly even on the train we had booked passage on. Grinning at Hyde, I turned and beckoned him to follow as I took off at a run, we had a lot to share with the team. The game is afoot!

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Jack is obviously not at the top of his Game. By coming at him from several points of view, it is apparently causing him to get clumsy. Let us move on to the Train depot and board. We shall meet in the dining car later today after 5.

Captain DeLatoche:
The wrist communicators chime, and hiss to life.
This is DeLatoche. I have opted to wait at the docks with a security contingent and a containment unit for the team’s return. I have the Andrade on standby. If you should need land or air support, key in security code 1-0-0-1 on your communicators at the frequency of 181mhz. Federation reinforcements will be deployed at your location. We stand ready to assist S.T.E.A.M.
May your hunt be successful.

Mistress Sable:
I boarded the train with my parcels in tow. I love the clickity clack of a train it always seems to soothe my nerves. However, I felt ill at ease as if I were being watched. I turned and looked into the crowd, there at the end of the platform I saw a dark shadow. My necklace hummed and lit blue. I went to step off to pursue the figure when someone pulled me aboard the train. "Now my dear you shouldn't be going off alone, nasty thing lurk about." The voice froze me in place. I turned and looked into the most beautiful blue eyes. We had been lovers once. I cleared my throat, Why Mr. Tesla it has been ages, I didn't think we would ever meet again so lovely to see you. "I heard of your arrival my dear, I would love to meet the rest of your companions I have a few toys for you in your endeavors. I have made you all a tesla gun. It packs quite a shock. It can render one unconscious without killing them. I can't have one of my most beguiling friends go without protection. Even if she is more powerful than most.

Mr Hyde:
After checking and securing my small amount of personal items and supplies I head to the train depot. I only stop momentarily to pick up some cashews but they aren't available so I decide on glazed walnuts. After board I head directly to my sleeping quarters to relax. I settle in and take Mr. Fudge out of my pack. Mr. Fudge loves Choo Choo rides. After the afternoon I had I find myself quite tired. Maybe I'll take a quick nap before dinner.

Ms Watson:
Rest well, my friend

Dr Ghinton:
As the team of adventurers come together in the dining car for their evening meal. Each has interesting stories of encounters with various beasts and villains, along many journeys. 
The conversations are full of excitement and intrigue. Sometimes seeming completely unreal and out of the ordinary. But with assurances that each tale is authentic and true. 
At one point in the ongoing conversation. The dining car suddenly goes dark. Pitch black. Even for the hour of the day and the fact there are windows in the car, this is unnerving, and unreasonably dark. There are muffled sounds of footsteps and shuffling. Not one of the members of the team is aware of being touched or even brushed against. 
As quickly as the darkness comes, it is gone again. Light return to normal brightness. But something feel off.   
I quickly feel the need to locate my Amethyst shard, which is used to help clarify my senses. It’s gone. 
I immediately look to the others to ask if anything is missing. 
An interesting point is also noticed on the table.  A single black rose with a broken stem.

McMillin:
I saw these Brits at the doc, seemingly hurried and tracking, someone or something, a smoke cloud of trouble seems to hang over them. I know enough to feel magic, danger of a rattler when near. Now they are on my train, I just came up to the car to get some vitlins and head back to my room. For once I just want to make it to my horse and dog , left at Sally's depot without any entanglement. Entanglements tended to stick to me like feathers to molasses. That's when the shadow move with cougar agility and speed. My glasses allow me to discern a bit more light and shapes in the blackness that enveloped the car..
When I noticed the strange alter expressions and energy from the interlopers from abroad..
Something wasn't right. Predator playing with Prey.
Guess my dog and horse could wait a bit longer.. damn entanglement s

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Glad to have you along for the hunt. We shall attempt to make it worth your while.

Mistress Sable:
I was with Mr Tesla when the shadow passed. We were plunged in darkness Tesla reached for my hand. He will kill you all my dear he whispers to me. The lights come back and he is gone. So is my amulet. A gift from a dear friend. My anger is rising. I calmly stand up and make my way over to the doctor and see Mr Hyde talking frantically about someone being kidnapped. I sit down look at him. Dr. Mr Tesla seems to have vanished he left a message. He said that we were all going to be killed by our nefarious friend. I look up and see a stunning woman who looks to be from the West I motion her over curious.

McMillin:
Ahhh.. I got their attention.. in my most sarcastic tone inner speak Fabulous just walk away.. yet my legs have started moving forward. Whatever or Whomever that was is here in my land and I am betting what comes with such a shadow is only death and Dying.. "seems you all could use some assistance" comes mumbling out of my mouth in a slow forced hospitality. She looks up at me.. Oh god.. not eyes like that.. and her friend "Dr." sees to shaken, the other man in his thick accent is saying words that I believe I know but coming out so quickly with the accent.. Kinda like a hysterical hen.. I fumble in my pockets and pull out some amethyst and petrified wood. I hand these to my new companions.."for protection" .. I get a couple nods. "I tried to get a shot off , but his speed and the crowd of the car.. it wouldn't have been clean." see the doubt in their face of a bullet would not stop this "creature" if shenanigans and shadow .. I lay a bullet on the table.. silver with a hint of gold, shaman sage , mixed into a lovely round. Has stopped most of the monsters I am all too familiar with. This creature and these people in their fancy get ups .. headed to my neck of the woods.. I pick up the pitcher of libation on the table.. pull out my pouch.. grab a pinch of dust and let go in the water to strange looks from my brits.. and it swirls and changes color.. the bitter fume rises. Acidic. I open the window and throw the pitcher cups and all food beverage out the window.

Mistress Sable:
Hello Ms ? I am Mistress Sable. I am a practitioner of the metaphysical and paranormal arts. I believe we could use all the help we can get as you can tell we aren’t from here. We do have some
Allies helping us. This is the Dr. Derwood Ghinton and Mr Hyde. We have a few others with us. And you were right to assume that this is no ordinary situation. None of us are ordinary people.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Excellent, another to join our merry band of adventurers. Welcome to the S.T.E.A.M.
I appreciate the gift of Amethyst, however my shard which is now missing has a special quality to it, but I will attempt to utilize the piece in which you have provided.

Dr Ghinton:
The group comes together to find comfort in the Seating Car.  While Seated, the group begins to discuss the happening in the dining car. 
I suggest that there seems to be some suspicion as to the authenticity of Mistress Sables encounter with her old friend Mr Tesla.  My suspicion is that it was an imposter or Even Jack himself under an "Enchantment of Concealment" spell, so he could go undetected to gain an object from Mistress Sable to use against her. Just as we all have come to the awareness of lost or misplaced items.  
"We should all be cautious with our next moves.  Something feels out of place and my senses are not clear enough to pinpoint the circumstances."
Before the conversation could be completed, there's a group of armed men who burst in the car.   They make it clear they are seeking to confront the "order of STEAM", and promptly seek us out.  A struggle takes place between the gentlemen and ourselves, Shots fired and blades drawn, the battle doesn't last more than a few moments, when without warning the gentlemen rush from the car, all as if they were summoned to depart.  
No injuries to our group.  Only a bit scuffed.  And again, A strange encounter for what purpose?  What were they seeking?

Ms Watson:
Abigail Watson, detective. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Any assistance you can offer would be most appreciated. Who were those assailants and what did they want?”
I look to Mr. Hyde, who hands me a vial with what looks to be containing dirt.
“Analyzing that should answer some questions, but I can tell you this - they are not human.”

Dr Ghinton:
I  set quietly sipping my Schnapps and observing the discussion. At ease, in a way, to have another join our group in our quest. I'm curious to see what comes of this new situation.
Still not clear in my thinking or sensing, I'm not overly eager to get involved in the conversion. Yet.
I need my Shard back. Without it, I'm a little out of balance and unable to make sound judgements. I have to trust in the clarity provided by the rest of our group.
What I do know, without a doubt, we shall prevail. Jack has employed some very intense aid and we must be careful with every step.
Back to my schnapps and my careful observations.

Van Helsing: 
Van Helsing gives the team some advice about destroying the assassins, as Karl digs in a satchel and begins returning the stolen items to the team.
“I found these squirreled away on one of the bodies, I believe they belong to you” he said. Handing back the items. An air of relief settles in. Mr. Hyde exclaimed,”Mr. Fudge!!” Everyone chuckles some. “Now, we both have separate quests to get back to.” Van Helsing said.
Preparing to leave.
“Care of a doughnut?” Mr. Hyde said.
“No thank you.” Said Van Helsing over Karl saying,” Oh yes indeed, I’d love one!”
“We don’t have time. Come along Karl.” He said.
As the walked away, Karl hurriedly turns around and snatched a doughnut with a quick smile and nod”. They both exit the car as the train slows at a lonely station before the last leg of its journey to Chicago.

Mr Hyde:
Regardless of everything happening I can't help but feel excited about meeting a real life cowboy... I mean cowgirl. My mind races to big hats, chaps, campfires and bronco busting.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Don't under estimate McMillin, she is a tough cookie. And a Dead Eye Shot. So I've heard.

Mr Hyde:
Never underestimated. I'm just excited to meet a real rootin tootin cowgirl.

Dr Ghinton:
Our arrival in Chicago was rather uneventful. Other than the magnitude of people and how they moved about like a skirmish of army ants, all on their own unique missions and duties.
No one paid us much attention as we disembarked. Coming together under an awning to discuss our next move. We had heard of some shenanigans associated with a Hotel owned bu H. H. Holmes. So we decided to make our way toward the location in question. Ms Watson had an undying curiosity about the question of Identity between Jack the Ripper, Spring Heeled Jack and H. H. Holmes as it were, so this played right in with our quest.
We made arrangements for transport to the hotel and waited patiently for it to arrive. Continuing to discuss our recent events and chance meetings, as well as filling ourselves with anticipation for the next phase of our journey.
(Dr Ghinton) I’ve come to a conclusion. I believe I like the two gentlemen we met on the train. The tall fellow seemed very focused and mission oriented, and his associate seemed familiar. I believe they are good people to have in a pinch. Returning Mr Fudge wasn’t a requirement for the journey ahead, and yet they took time to make it a priority. It was a grand gesture of kindness for them to do so.
I admit I am still not at my best. But I’m more than capable of proceeding. Ms. Watson would you like to share anything of interest that you may have about our next destination? If I recall Mr Holmes is on your initial lists of suspects.

Mr Hyde:
While standing on the train platform I declare Chicago, it's my kind of town. The following conversation is between the doc and me. First doc then myself and it follows as such unless stated otherwise.
Have you ever been to Chicago before?
No.
Then how do you know it's your kind of town?
I don't.
Then why did you say it?
I don't know. It just sounded good. Someone should write a song about it.
Doc shakes his head and heads for our ride. I follow.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
(thinking to himself) What am I gonna do with him. But I must add, Chicago does appeal somewhat to my own sense of wonder.

Ms Watson:
H.H. Holmes - con artist, fond of insurance fraud, married to at least three women and in my opinion a rather proficient serial killer. This so called World’s Fair Hotel of his is another con, I suspect. None of us is to venture near that location alone! People who get near Holmes have a tendency to disappear.
I have my suspicions that he may be guilty of the Ripper slayings, as I tracked him to England in that time frame, but he is a slippery one. Since he’s working with Jack, we must be doubly careful. Eyes open, senses keen and never, under any circumstance, venture out alone!

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Excellent work Ms Watson. Hear that! NO ONE goes alone. This isn't a time to get overly ambitious. We need to keep eyes on each other at all times as well as watching our own motions.

Mr Hyde:
Thank goodness. I was afraid you and doc was going to suggest that we stayed there.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
The Transport has arrived, so we board the contraption. The smell of the combustion engine in the wobbly mechanical box makes it hard to breathe, as we are just not used to such "luxuries". (said with sarcasm)
We all find our seats, storing our packs as needed to keep things organized in case we need them along the way.
The cab makes some odd grinding noises and we are off along the crowded street toward the hotel. Needless to say, we are all a bit tense and uneasy about the journey at this point. The contraption in question adds to the concern.
Soon we have arrived at the destination. The huge building looks to be miles wide and yet in the same sense rather disenchanting. Unassuming might be a better title for it.
We come together on the sidewalk near the building. Each of us with eyes wide open.

Mr Hyde:
I'm scared but I try not to let my friends know it. I have a really bad feeling that the "good" times of our journey is behind us.
Dr Ghinton:
Dr Ghinton Taking notice of Mr Hydes concerned look, reaches out and places and hand on his shoulder. "don't worry old friend we are all together and we are determined to keep each other safe and sound. Including Mr Fudge."
"Also, remember there are many doorways in this building. At any time, you have the means to move between this realm and the other to find security”

Mistress Sable:
Have been quiet through most of this journey watching assessing. I am disturbed that Mr. Tesla wasn't Tesla at all. I am beginning to question myself. I have never had a fiend able to muddle my senses. I think the poison on the vessel here may be the culprit. Although Ms. Watsons remedy was quit right I am sure there was something that didn't leave my system poison imbued with magic the poison was nullified the black magic was still in my system. When we arrive I take heed. We mustn't go out alone. I look around. I must head to the apothecary to pick up some necessary articles to preform a ceremony to cleanse the Black Magic from my person. I decide to engage the badlander. She seems capable and I may need her assistance. She feels familiar to me so I ask If she would accompany on a quick errand. My nerves have been rattled. I would enjoy the company and conversation.

Ms Watson:
After Mistress Sable heads off to collect her needed items, we notice the infamous Mr. Holmes approaching his murder castle. He pauses when he spies us, tips his hat and gives an evil smile, “Ms. Watson,” he says and saunters through the door.

Dr Ghinton:
Let us pursue him my friends. If we confront him now, we may put an end to his torment.
I step forward and move to follow Mr Holmes. I'm determined not to let Mr Holmes to slip past us as Spring Heeled Jack has done recently. I want to confront him and apprehend him immediately. We have enough known evidence to convict him and we need to move.
I continue walking, not stopping to see if the rest of the group is following. I step through the double doorway of the Building into a very dark lobby. Hard wood and all the finishing. There, at the desk stands Mr Homes. Seeming to be completely at ease with my aggressive entry.
"I want to talk to you Sir!- We Have Business!”
As quickly as I have proclaimed my demand for his time, He glances backwards over his shoulder and then proceeds to walk forward down a dark hallway. I move to follow him, only to be caught by a hand from one of the members of the group and a reminder, "we do not go alone”
The trio, Mr Hyde, Ms Watson and myself, then refocus and move ahead together down the hallway. We pass a few doors, which are locked and then come upon one which is not. We carefully open the door and peer in, seeing only a simple room. No apparent trickery. As we each pass through the threshold we sense a slight tingle.
Upon looking back, Dr Ghinton realizes he is no longer in the company of his fellow travelers. He is alone. Not sure as to what might have happened, he attempt to move back through the same door he came through and enters into yet another room, which wasn't there before. Over and over again the good doctor find himself shifting from location to location, with each attempt to back track. "This isn't good" proclaims the doctor. We have a major problem. This ongoing trek of attempting to find ones way back to whence they had come continues for several hours. The doctor is growing more and more discouraged with each attempt. No Holmes, No way back. No resolution.

Mistress Sable:
Mistress Sable finding all that she needs returns to find something peculiar. Her companions are missing. A feeling of ill ease sets into and I we look around. Why would they go into the Hotel.... Sable starts for the door but he companion stops her. "Somethin's off I can feel it in ma' bones" Sable tilts her head. " I think you are correct let me rectify my predicament and then we shall proceed to find my friends. I pull the various items out of my bag and set them around me. I smile at my new friend. Just give me a few minutes and we will be able to track them and I will be free of whatever has a hold on my intuition. I I begin to chant and the light surrounds me. I'm not sure of the expression on her face. Amethyst Wards the Nightmare, Alder wards the unseen, Fire wards the wandering, Hawthorn wards the cunning Lobelia wards the storm, mirror wards the spells silver wards the lurking salt wards the spirits, With all these , this I do I remove the wards set against myself and my companions too, I remove the darkness and commit it to light As it is So mote it be, what spells you cast can no longer remain nor hurt me!" I am a glow with the Goddess flame and I feel all the evil magics dispel and a light hovers in a ball waiting to lead us to my Companions. I Walk with who looks a little in awe of the situation I give her an encouraging smile. "I am part Goddess. I say to her " I hope that doesn't deter you from helping us." We come to a door and I feel it. It has been made to be interdimensional. I put me arm out stopping from entering. I then chat a bit let me reach into this place and pull my friend from it's embrace. Hoping he grabs my hand I reach in "Come Doctor grab hold I can bring you back.

McMillin:
She is full of surprises this one.. refined Grit. I draw my long knife and pistol. Narrow corridors fighting, pull down my goggles to "assist my vision".
My hair's are up. No animal sounds. Too hushed . Things aren't right. I keep an alert eye as my companion goes to work.

Mistress Sable:
I do the same for Mr Hyde and Ms Watson,  I am able to pull them free but I wonder if the Dear Dr is leery as I wait for him to grab hold.

Dr Ghinton:
There is another's hand that reaches out to grasp our spectral mistress. It is a darker hand, and hand of a madman and murderer. He has plans for the MIstress in the basement of the Hotel. He wishes to first study her then dismember her. She is of great fascination to him due to her added powers.
Dr Ghinton remembers the communications device distributed to the members while on the sub. He reaches for it and calls out to Mr Hyde  "Use your Key Sir!!”
Suddenly the doorway ahead of Dr Ghinton glows a unique color blue and slowly opens. The Doctor taking a risk, heads toward the door and passes through it. He is quickly back in the lobby of the hotel with his friends. But, where is Mistess Sable? We see our friend coming back down the hallway toward us. But she's alone.
The Doctor proclaims "as usual, we get one problem solved and we end up with 3 more"
Let's see if we can get to the bottom of it. We need to head to the Basement.
Along the way we discover a strange pile of ash on the floor near a doorway. Beside it we discover clothing and evidence that this might be our Target Spring Heeled Jack. Dr Ghinton says: "is it possible that Ol Jack has fallen prey to our recent trickster, HH. Holmes?”

Ms Watson:
The mess that was Spring Heeled Jack, was courtesy of me. When my companions and I were separated I had looked around the room, cursing myself for letting Holmes and Jack trick me. Hoping my friends would be alright until we reconnected, I set about assessing my situation. I was studying the lock on the door when I heard a sinister laugh behind me.
“My oh my, poor little Watson all alone and vulnerable,” Jack hissed.
I turned to face him, “I am far from vulnerable.”
“But you are alone,” he smiled as he stepped closer to me.
“Ah yes, that’s how you prefer to accost women is it not?” I smiled when he flinched, “I now know it was you in Whitechapel, not Holmes. Though you did a good job of setting him up. But it was you who butchered those women and taunted Scotland Yard.”
“And now you will be my next victim. Then I shall be loosed on America and blame everything on Holmes.”
“No honor among thieves, I see. But you will be loosed on no one, you will die in this room.”
“You’re unarmed and alone,” he said, “and now you’re dead,” he lunged at me.
His attack knocked me backwards into the doorway and we tussled a bit before I freed my pistola and aimed at his head, “say goodbye, Jack,”
I said coldly before pulling the trigger.
After the Four of us, return to the corridor. We immediately begin making plans to head off toward the basement. We have in good conscience, come to realize Mistress Sable has been abducted. And by none other than HH. Holmes himself.
As we move quickly down the hallway, we are still fortunate to be under the enchantment to hold the Dimensional portals closed, which allows us to enter and use doorways in a normal method.
Down the stairways and hurriedly we travel seeking the one final doorway. The Black Door.
As we fling the door way open, Holmes turns to glare at us. He's surprised we have made it to the Room he occupies.
Mistress Sable if not only Tied to the chair, binding both her hand and feet, but a Scold's Bridal has been utilized to silence her and hold her tongue so she could not speak.
We immediately jump to distract and confuse Holmes. He's not sure which one might make an advancement to capture him.
While the 3 of us distract Holmes. the Badlander makes a move to free Mistress Sable. Loosing her hands first, then her feet. Watson throws a handful of some powdered substance in Holmes Face, and we continue to encircle him. He's disoriented.
Soon the Mistress is free of her bonds. We usher her toward the doorway.
Holmes is visibly frightened and turns toward what seems to be solid wall. A flash of Light and he is gone.
The group is safe, and a bit disappointed Holmes escaped our grasp. But we are ready to give up this conquest.
We resign to return to the upper floors and eventually come out on the Front walk of the building. We are shaken and agitated. But mostly unharmed.
Our quest has come to a close. We have the remains of Spring Heeled Jack. Which was our focus. We are ready to head back to the train station and begin our well earned journey toward the South area of the continent. Rest is our next mission.

Dr Ghinton:
Upon waking, Dr Ghinton discovers something bizarre.  Someone or something has made a visit to him in the night. And there on the nightstand is found his missing Amethyst.  The oddity of the return of the precious stone (precious more so to the Doctor than in actual value) is mysterious due to the extra precautions the Doctor has taken to secure his room at night. It's not possible that any one of a corporal nature could have entered without being noticed. 
After some very close examination. It is indeed the stone which was stolen. It tests to be pure of nature and untainted, either by chemical or alternative magic craft. The Stone is exactly as it was before it was taken away.  
The good doctor places the stone in its proper place and will allow it to do what it was charged to do. Enhance and rebalance the psychic mind and provide greater clarity in vision both mystical and physical. 
Soon afterward, he is ready to depart for the train station to rejoin with his friends.  Breakfast can be consumed while on the train and we can make plans for the next segment of our trip.
The power of the Pendant has clarified my energies. My visions have returned as have the ongoing chatter of various spiritual voices.
The voices warn: "there are mysteries and then there are things best left alone. it is up to the group to determine which is which"
~a vision of a dark monastery is seen in the clouds.

Mr Hyde:
With everything in order we head to the train station. It was decided that after the course of the last few days we deserve a rest so we've decided to take a scenic route to New Orleans. We're traveling down the east coast through the Appalachian Mountains and will change trains in Atlanta then onwards to New Orleans.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
New Orleans it is. Full of mystery and things that go bump in the night. My kinda town.

Ms Watson:
I am busy journaling in my quarters as the train conveys us to New Orleans. My mind is buzzing with all that we have seen so far. And my gut is telling me that we have far more beasts to encounter on our journey. Marie may be able to give us some insight into things as well as restocking some of my elixirs.
I pause in my journaling to pick up the stake throwing gun that Van Helsing entrusted to me. I know the kind of beast they are to be used on, but up until now I didn’t believe they existed.

Mistress Sable:
Mistress Sable decides to part ways with her companions. She has had enough of adventure at this point and decided to make her way home. She will recharge and then find the Man who thought to bind her. It may take her a while to recharge but Mistress is much older and much more patient than most think. She can wait till he is old and feeble. But he will taste the retribution of Mistress Sable Boon Griffin. Not only is she touched by Goddess but there is demon that lurked within the Mistress and that part of her can feed off of the hate she keeps locked away till the time is right.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Rest and recover well my dear. Safe Journeys ahead!

Mr Hyde:
Before the Mistress departs I approach her.
Excuse me Mistress. I was wanting to thank you again for your help. I didn't mean to drag you, any of you, into this mess forgive me. I'm really sorry you got hurt and hope you feel better soon. I got you some nuts for your trip. They're glazed walnuts. They're good for the liver. I hope I see you again soon. I tip my hat and walk away.

McMillin:
I had handed Sable a tiger swirled stone before I left. If need me run the ruins whisper McMillin and picture me in your head. I will find you.
There's a tug in that one.. again I am wondering why I just can't let it ly.
Tip my hat .. I will do a sweat and smudge for her to help with the effects of the bind once I get to Sally's ..train from here to Dodge . Leather boot soles hit the wooden boardwalk to the platform with slow and almost regretful footfall.

Mr Hyde:
I decide to retire to my quarters to relax after our breakfast meeting. I take Mr. Fudge out of my pack and place him so he can watch out the window. I sit down across from him and settle in for the ride. I've got a message for you pork rind. The voice startles me and I slide of my seat. Something grabs my are and puts me back in my seat. I look around but the room is empty. The only here besides me is Mr Fudge. I stand up walk over to him, I bend over and ask him if it was him. No answer. It was me you idiot I'm startled again and lunge forward hitting my head. Something grabs me and turns me around but nothing is there. I must be going crazy I say and I'm answered with a snack across the face and a no you're not. I'm shoved back down onto my seat. A voice comes out of nowhere. Look, I'm Claude, the Bishop sent me. He wants you to know he's please with your progress so far. Whatever was in your friend's bullet vanquished Jack for now. He's an evil entity and lets hope he doesn't return in our lifetime. He and Holmes was receiving help from someone much worse and the Bishop wanted me to tell you to be careful. I'll be in touch pork rind. I stand and point in the direction the voice and ask if that's it. I get slapped on the bum and I quickly turn around. I point and say hey now when I get smacked in the bum again. I drop my hat when I bend over to retrieve it I get smacked in the bum again this time my head hits the wall once more. I hear him laughing and he says see you around pork rind and the laughter fades. I rub my head, retrieve my hat and head to tell doc what just happened.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
After hearing Mr Hydes tale I respond with: "My word Sir, And I thought you did not partake of hard alcohol Or have you lost your wits?”

Mr Hyde:
Doc, you know I don't drink. Not only would my mommy get mad but what example would I be setting for Mr. Fudge. But I'm telling you I did see what I didn't see. I saw it. I saw nothing right before my eyes and it talked to me and hurt my little head.

Dr Derwood Ghinton
After a few more moments of conversation with Mr Hyde about his experience I decide to place an end to the discussion.
I gently take hold of my Amethyst and begin to focus.
I see, just as it has been described, the event plays out in my mind. But where there is nothing in Hyde’s sight I see a shadow. A shadow in the form of a man. Not a large man, but one of meager form. I also get an air of madness about him. Something about his mental state being directly related to his corporeal state.
“Ms Watson.” - I suddenly blurt out. “We must speak to Ms Watson about this circumstance. See what she makes of it. “

Ms Watson:
I know the look on my face is incredulous as Mr. Hyde recounts his encounter. After hearing Dr. Ghinton’s vision, I admit to being a bit befuddled.
“It doesn’t sound like a specter to me,” I said, pondering the possibilities, “but what could it possibly be?” I look to my companions with a smile, “well whatever it is, we shall deal with it as a team.”

Dr Derwood Ghinton
Absolutely my dear.

Dr Ghinton:
Upon arrival at the New Orleans Station, we are suddenly aware that this is by far a busy little town. Even more so than Chicago was at the point of our arrival.
As we chat at the station after disembarking the train. We determine the best course of action is to attempt to locate Marie Laveau. She, is the reason we made this journey to New Orleans, after all. She could have insight into some of the mysterious happenings in the local community. She could also provide to very helpful advice as to how not fall prey to the various monstrous beings we have and will be encounter.
Ms Watson, do you have your list of curious questions in hand? If we can get an audience with Ms Laveau, we should be prudent and not waste her time. She being who she is, will without a doubt be eager to be done with us. We being of the pale members of the species; It’s fortunate we have acquired the permission to speak with her at all.
Mr Hyde, I assume you also have your enquiries prepared.
I have some delicate matters to seek advice on as well. I need to find clarity in my sensing and I am hopeful Ms Laveau can help me with that issue.
We should also contact the good captain and allow him knowledge of our current location and intentions. We need not leave him in a lurch.

Captain DeLatoche:
Message received good Doctor. The Andrade is on route to the Gulf and will be on standby with speeders and skiffs at the ready for immediate assistance and or extraction.

Ms Watson:
It had been a little while since I had been in New Orleans, but it was just as I remembered - busy, beautiful, and scented with all the intoxicating spices used in Creole cooking.
After a short carriage ride, we arrive at Marie’s home. I’m not sure she remembers me at first, but then a smile graces her face, “Abigail Grace! How long has it been?” She laughs as she hugs me.
“Too long, my friend.”
She looks from me to my companions, “you are travelers seeking answers,” she states matter of factory.
“Yes, we are. Will you help us?”
She steps aside and welcomes us in, “I will, but you might not like the answers.”

Dr Ghinton:
The Good doctor approaches Ms Laveau with a polite gesture and great respect. With his best honor driven courtesy he asked if she might have some advice as to how he might better tune his senses to see more clearly, with less distortion. He describes his doubt and concern about the voices and visions he endures. She listens with amusement. But without judgement. She suddenly speaks, reminding him that his doubts are his own creation, that he needs to put a bridle on them, before they become his undoing. She then pauses for a moment and raises a single finger. She turns and reaches for something on the counter behind her. She then offers the Doctor an unexpected gift.
She continues and suggests that the Doctor add the energies of Citrine stone to his collection. The stone will aid in clearing away any distortions in the energy and will also provide clearing energy for other stones associated with its task. Ms Laveau then turns and hands the good doctor the citrine pendant and says-“wear it well sir”.
Ms Laveau now calls on our group to offer her some aid in exchange.
She casually suggests we take a short trip along one of the canals. She alludes to something of a curiosity, A Man-Fish, she calls him. He’s been terrorizing the fishermen and people of the river for some time now. And if we could be so kind as to help the scaly beast along to other lodgings, she would be indebted to us.
The Good Doctor responds with "We would be delighted."
Considering we had called on her for aid and insight, it’s only good manners to abide by her request. Furthermore, we being of an adventurous intention agree to help. What could be the risk?
As we approach the docks, we see just up the pier, a boat moored and with the name RITA inscribed on her bow.
“This must the boat the good Captain had recommended. “ Says Dr Ghinton. “we shall seek out her captain and confirm it.”
After a brief conversation with Captain Lucas, we were settled to board. 
The boat wasn’t much to look at but it would serve our needs.
We are soon off on our adventure. Seeking the Man-Fish as Ms Laveau had referred to him.
“Ms Watson? Do you by chance have any insight as to the nature of the creature we are seeking?” Asks Dr Ghinton.
Suddenly the Good Doctor drops his head as if he is feeling a great pain. He sees an image of a creature, which is man like, and also very much water creature. The only description the Doctor can come up is a single word. “Dagon.”
What do you make of this, Ms Watson?
Are you ready to take on a new resident Mr Hyde?

Ms Watson:
Dr Derwood Ghinton "I know the name means 'be cut open'...," I begin.
"I don't think I like that at all," Mr. Hyde comments.
"I don't either," I say to him, "but no worries, we won't be cut open anytime soon," I turn back to the Doctor, "I have read of an ancient Philistine god that was worshiped centuries ago. A fish-god if I remember correctly. Basically Marie's 'man-fish' she told us of. I fear that if he is ancient, he will be cunning and hard to kill. We will have our hands full….again."

Mr Hyde:
Before we embark on our trip I make one more visit to the Ebony Manor and make certain the reserve tank is ready if it is needed.

Mr Hyde:
Before we head off on our romp through the swamp I decide to check on things in the Ebony Manor. I duck down an alley find a door and place the black key in the lock. The lock turns and when the door opens I'm in the manor. It's nice to be home even if it's just for a short time. The first thing I do is check in with my assistant Lore. I find out how everything is going and leave him instructions of what needs to be done. I then approach Ms. Maple the manor's cook and ask if she could prepare some of her delicious cream filled donuts. She gleefully says absolutely. While I wait I spend time playing with beast. Beast is a massive Irish wolfhound that helps guard the manor. I learn he is going to be a daddy so there might be little beasties running around here. After I gather the bag of donuts I head back thru the door. What took hours in the manor is but minutes in this realm. I'll never get use to that.
We reach the entrance to the swamp in late afternoon and decide to wait until morning to actually enter so we drop anchor for the night. The captain makes some extra spicy gumbo. It is so delightful I decide to have a second bowl. Afterwards we go up to the deck to watch the sunset. Suddenly Watson grabs her nose and ask what's that smell? Doc makes a face and says I don't know but it's fowl. I just stare straight ahead and say it must be the swamp gas the crew was talking about. By the way was that a Louisiana bullfrog I just heard?

Dr Derwood Ghinton
That sir, was most foul it’s sure to either draw our creature to us, or kill it.

Ms Watson:
It would definitely stun it. Perhaps we should keep some of that gumbo handy.

Dr Ghinton:
Upon waking, Dr Ghinton steps out on the deck to take in some early morning air.  As he walks around the deck he notices some very disturbing markings on the deck floor - Wet prints of something with webbed feet. 
He continues to walkabout the deck and discovers another print only this time near the window of Ms Watson's cabin.  This print is on the side of the cabin wall, indication that this creature was standing to peer into Ms Watson accommodations and standing nearly 7 feet in height, if estimations hold true. 
Dr Ghinton finds this very disturbing that we have had a visitor it the night and without our awareness.  It appears the creature we seek has found us before we could locate it. 
Dr Ghinton considers waking the others and telling them of his find. But at the moment, the current circumstances are calm and he decides it can wait a while. Over breakfast, perhaps. The sun is rising and things appear to be in order at the moment.    
The Doctor does take down some notes as to his find. A simple diagram of the foot fall and paw print are recorded.  
He also reacts to a strange feeling that he is being watched. Something is out there, just out of sight.
Over Breakfast I mention what I had discovered earlier in the morning. I suggest we all be very careful and mindful of our steps. This is not the time to become over zealous in our actions and assume we are without risk. This beast can obviously breath out of water and that makes him a doubt threat.
Ms Watson do you have any further insight into what we are dealing with?
Mr Hyde are you prepared to transport this creature to its new home upon capture? Is there any awareness or understanding you can provide?
Captain Lucas will be slowly traversing the canals ahead and hopefully we can lay eyes on the beast we seek.
Captain Lucas has also provided us with nets and other gear to aid in our attempt to subdue our target.

Ms Watson:
“From the research I’ve done, it is a Piscine and Amphibian humanoid - it quite literally has the characteristics of both fish and humans. They date back to the Devonian period, which is a geologic period and system of the Paleozoic era. It’s quite fascinating really. How did this creature survive for so long? And is it only defending its home when it kills?
I fully believe we need to re-home this creature to the manor where it will be safe and protected.
Perhaps he’s not a monster, just a survivor.”

Captain DeLatoche:
Dr. Ghinton’s wrist communicator crackles to life...
“Captain DeLatoche for Dr. Ghinton, Captain DeLatoche for Dr. Ghinton..
Returning the hail, the good doctor responds.
“I read you Sir.”
“I was curious as to how things are progressing on your river quest and to say Captain Lucas is a good man and a fine Captain. Just don’t play checkers with him, he is a shark. And stay away from his gumbo, it makes ya rancid.”

Dr Ghinton:
The Good Doctor continues to respond. : "yes we discovered the Gumbo is a bit fishy and has side effects. Good to hear from you Captain DeLatoche, We are beginning our investigation and hope to have more details in the very near future. - Be Safe Captain, We also have intelligence that there are stranger things afoot than expected. So tighten your security details and beware of any strange behavior from your crew mates. Especially any crew mate who may exhibit day time fatigue and sleepless nights and a loss of appetite.”

Captain DeLatoche:
Dr Derwood Ghinton acknowledged. I have on standby Mako Squadron in case you need support and or extraction. Commander Thedra would be on point for that mission. I trust her implicitly. She is fierce and capable.
DeLatoche out.

Mr Hyde:
I see the good doctor and approach him. The following conversation goes doc, me, doc, me unless otherwise stated.
What do you have on?
It's a captain's hat the captain gave me. I'm skipper Hugo now. He even gave me a special job. I'm on look out for the creature. If I see him I'm supposed to tell, I lean into the doc's ear and scream, CREA-TURE! creature. creature. CREA-TURE! Doc is startled.
Hugo, don't do that! And take off that hat.
But doc. The captain said I was in charge of a dinghy. He told me that I'll always be a captain as long as I have a dinghy to control.
You're a special kind of special Hugo.
The doc walks away a I yell behind him, that's skipper Hugo.

Dr Ghinton:
After having gathered as much information as we could about our current circumstances, we give the go ahead for Captain Lucas to take us further into the swamp.
We travel deeper and deeper and spend most of the day simply surveying the waters for signs of our creature.
At one point We hear Mr. Hyde Yell out “CREATURE!!!! CREATURE!!!! “ and we turn to look in his general direction. It was in deed a creature. An Alligator of considerable size was seen floating just off the bow of the ship. But not our beast.
We acknowledged Mr Hyde and continued our search.
Just as we find ourselves at night fall, we decide to stop for the evening. Captain Lucas drops anchor and we find ourselves ready for some food and relaxation.
It’s only moments after we have gone below deck, that we hear a commotion on the top side. We all scramble to get up the stairs to see what was happening and there standing tall on the forward deck is our beast. Head to toe scales and arms outstretched. He’s amazing and frightening all at the same time. We all stumble backwards down the stairs and make a multitude of screams and shrieks. The creature seems unfazed by our movements and continues to move about the deck as if to lay claim to the vessel. Or maybe it was seeking a stronger position to take on the attack.
The good captain yells out “Not my Boat you fishy bastard!” and fires a blast from his side arm at the creature, striking it on the left side.
The beast turns and dives off the deck into the water.
We do not catch our prey this night, due to the impatience of our captain. But we do know these facts.. It bleeds, and it can be hurt. We will try again soon.
Tomorrow we will call ahead and see if Cpt. Delatoche has any suggestions on how to catch a big fish. 
As for now, we set up a guard schedule and prepare for a tense evening. No rest for us tonight.
During the night, Dr Ghinton has a dream.
In the dream he sees on young gentleman, a ship mate, entering into the dining area of Cpt. Delatoche’s sub.
He has a strange smile on his face, which is almost frightening.
He serves some coffee and quickly scurries off. A slight familiar giggle can be heard as he moves away.
Upon waking the Doctor hears a very familiar voice in his ear.
It said: “You thought you were done with Old Jack - Well let me share with you - He’s coming back”
Startled and concerned. The Doctor makes a note of this in his journal and makes his way to the upper deck to continue to search for the creature.
Upon arrival on the upper deck, he shares his tale with Ms Watson and Mr Hyde.

Mr Hyde:
Upon hearing doc's dream a cold chill runs over me. I wonder when or if this will ever be over. Am I ever going to get back to the Ebony Manor and just relax for a while.

Dr Ghinton:
Mr Hyde, you do have the urn containing the ashes of Jack in a secure place don't you? We would hate for those to be misplaced.

Mr Hyde:
Dr Derwood Ghinton I do have his remains in safe storage and will remain there until a better storage place can be found.

Dr Ghinton:
Good sir, would you be so kind as to check on the container, just to appease my nerves. Just to be sure it is safe and sound.

Mr Hyde:
I inform Dr. G all remains are in check but I remind him what I was told by Claude the nobody that Jack was an entity that would eventually reform.

Ms Watson:
I observed the actions of the creature closely, though I was frightened, there was something about the way it moved about the boat. Could it possibly have been curiosity that was leading it?
I was able to catch its dark fathomless eyes and I am almost positive that it meant us no harm...it was studying us!

Dr Ghinton:
After another fitful night of restless and partial sleep. Being awakened by every pop and squeak of the Vessel we are aboard, Dr Ghinton finally gives in and climbs out of the birth and decides it time to start the day. Again, just at dawn, he walks out on the upper deck and takes a deep breath. All is calm, except for a curious feeling of being watched.
He takes a moment and checks to see if anyone else is awake. No one.
He takes a few moments to think about the current circumstances, as if he hadn’t been focused on them most of the night. This wasn't exactly what he’s expected to be doing with his time. But in the measure of being helpful, this is the best application of his skill and thoughts. So there’s no true complaint other than the fact that he’s never been much for open water. He prefers to keep both feet firmly planted on the ground.
He decides it time to make a call to Cpt. Delatoche.
His question: Do you have insight no how to stun a big fish, and can you provide a device that might do the trick?
So, once again, using the communications device, He hails the good caption and asks the question. He then awaits the reply.
There’s a sense of urgency in the Doctor’s thoughts on completing this task. Something is just out of range of his senses and yet it brings a bit of a panic to the doctors thoughts. “we need to get moving” he says to himself.
Taking a moment after breakfast to coordinate with our ship mates. I express a desire to stun and capture our beast.
"I think Ms Watson is correct in her assessment; We need to keep this beast alive and get him into safety at the Mansion. " - "If we can communicate with it, we can determine if there are more of it's Species and if there is a need to return to collect the others and get them secured as well."
"Mr Hyde has sent ahead his recommendations to the mansion, so we just simply need the method available to us to stun and capture this creature"
"As soon as Cpt. Delatoche responds to my message, and hopefully can send us some aid or advice, we can get on with our task at hand. "
"Until then we must wait.”

Captain Delatoche:
The communication devices crackle to life...
DeLatoche to the good Doctor.... message received. I have a small away team heading to your coordinates, Commander Thedra will issue appropriate equipment for your mission. The Neptune’s Folly is a multi phased electro charged hand blaster. Capable of stunning a target to complete disintegration on the highest setting. Hand held tranquilizer dart shooters, an electro-static capture nets and a stasis pod for transport. This is a compact unit that will cryo-freeze your quarry to seal in freshness if you so need it. I have also had my communications officer Lt. Wicker design and build a translation module that will plug into your wrist comms. Perhaps you can try to communicate with the Icthiosapian to better discern its intentions.

Dr Ghinton:
"Thank you good sir, At present we will utilize the weapon to stun the creature. Mr Hyde, will then immediately transport the beast to his Home Base at the Mansion. He has already made arrangements for containment.
Thank you again for your assistance. We shall await the arrival of your team and move ahead as soon as possible.
Doctor Ghinton - Out. “

Captain Delatoche:
Moments later the team hears the whirring of turbine engines closing in on the river boat. The skiffs come astern, and some familiar crewmen from The Andrade begin to climb aboard, and unloading munitions boxes. Dr. Ghinton, Mr. Hyde, Ms. Watson and Captain Lucas greet the well built woman in charge, Commander Miriam Thedra. The group retires to the boats mess and she listens to the accounts of the Icthiosapian. Thedra and Lt. Commander Montgomery explain the devices and equipment to the doctor and the others. Satisfied that everything is well in order. The mission can continue without delay. The commander also tells the team that they will continue to stay aboard in a support role and have also brought with them some provisions from The Andrade making most sigh with relief knowing that they would no longer have to tolerate Captain Lucas’ dinners that tend to be a nightmare in the gastrointestinal department.

Dr Ghinton:
As soon as the away team arrives, we make ready to set our trap. We hope the beast shows itself in short order, so we might move ahead and get him on his way to his new home.
"We have everything in place and ready. All we need now is to see the creature and we shall have him”

Dr Ghinton Writes: 
As we come into the depot in Sussex, New Jersey. We are eager to get on the way up the mountain side. The fastest way appears to employ a makeshift airship. We do indeed find an air vessel. The captain of the craft literally refuses to give us his name. He just informed us that “captain” will do. So we accept his position completely. He also makes it clear that he will not be spending any more time than is required to set the ship down and to allow us to disembark. He also indicted he will only take us half way up the mountain. He’s firm in his position. He mentions he has heard far too many stories of a sinister sort to even pretend to remain at the location after dark. He’s pretty firm about his views on the matter. So we agree on a fee for his services, which includes two young men to help carry and manage our wares. The good captain also has another odd demand, he requests full payment in advance. The Captain mutters as he walks away “they gonna pay now, cause they never come’n back.”
We pay him and we ascend into the clouds to reach Lake Marcia well before sunset.
About half-way up the mountain side from our landing point, a good distance from our destination, we stop and decide to set out our equipment and set up the camp. We won’t ascend to the final height until tomorrow. So we take the chance to rest and evaluate our equipment. It’s good practice to make sure everything is in order before one is actually in need of it.
Mr Hyde seems rather jumpy at the thought of spending the night in the open air of the mountain side. He doesn’t care for the sounds or the sight of it all.
Ms. Watson, is busy writing in her journal as usual. It’s always difficult to determine her disposition based on the poise of her demeanor. She is prepared, that’s one thing we can be sure of
I’m eager to make the trip up to Lake Marcia. My curiosity is on high alert and I want to see what is there. My senses indicate something of great mystery lies just a short distance above. There’s also an air of danger which intrigues my curiosity.
But for now; We eat and rest.
Upon rising in the early hours of dawn, we take some time to enjoy a camp fire prepared breakfast. Prepared by one of the gentlemen hired to escort us up the mountain to Lake Marcia.  The campfire prepared meal is exceptionally tasty and well received. We didn’t bother asking how they came about the fresh meat and eggs and coffee which had been served. Assuming the gentleman had stowed them away in his pack for the journey.  

Upon finishing our morning meal we broke camp and started the slow climb up the mountain side. The air was cool and crisp and yet the climbing was difficult. We would stop often as we managed to ascend. Catching our breath and regaining our strength to climb a few more steps.  The awareness comes over each of us, that we are not cut out for climbing. Flat ground, paved streets and the regular placement of a pub are our domain of choice. It is ever so clear to us all that there are no pubs to be visited on this journey.

My Hyde writes:
The road is hard and the journey is difficult but at least we have good weather for now. We're in the time of year that you can have sunshine one day and rain or snow the next. I've barely gotten my breath back when someone yells — “let's get moving. We're burning daylight. We need to make it to level ground so we can set up camp before nightfall.” I slowly get up and start walking hoping it isn't long before we make camp. I'm worn out. I couldn't hardly sleep last night with the non-stop flapping of wings.

Dr Ghinton Writes: 
As we are traveling along, all weary from the ongoing trek up the mountain, we suddenly become aware that one of our team is missing. Mr Hyde has fallen behind.  So we stop and decide to back track to see if we can locate him.
We walk a few hundred meters back down the trail and discover a large portion of the landscape has collapsed.  Near by, we discover Mr Hyde Hat.  We draw the conclusion that Mr. Hyde must have fallen with the landslide into the cavern below.  We yell several times calling out for him, with no answer. 
We fear the worst has happened.  But we must go on. We have a mission to complete, and there is nothing we can do here. Except mourn our lost companion. 
Several hours later we begin to smell smoke and can eventually see up ahead a campfire, with several people gathered around. We approach with caution as to not startle the seemingly kind people.  We also are considering this open area near their camp to be a good place to set up our own camp for the evening. 
My Hyde writes:
I fall for what seems like forever. I hit with a thud. I'm not sure how long I was out but when I awoke I was in a cavern. There was a dim green glow lighting the cavern from some kind of crystal. I sat up and yelled out — “Doc! Watson! Anybody!” An echo is all that answers me. I remember the captain's communicator and attempt to reach someone. Mayday. Mayday. Can you hear me. Mayday. No answer. I decide I need to get out of this place so I get up and start following the cavern's path but first I get a sample of the crystal for doc. It seemed like I was walking forever. I had been walking so long I wasn't paying attention when I came around a bend on the path and ran into a wall or what I thought was a wall. I looked up and before me stood a man, a creature at least seven feet high. He was covered with scars and looked like he was pieced together. All I could do was stare until he raised his arms and growled. I was then able to get out a loud DOC! I turned and ran. I came to a fork and took the fork to my left. The farther I ran the more it curved towards the left. I came out of the tunnel and ran into the monster. He turned to face me, raised his arms and growled. I took a path to my right certain I had lost him. While I was looking back I ran into something again. The monster. I heard myself screaming oh! Oooh! Oh! As I took off down the corridor but I kept straight this time. The monster was behind me. He was keeping up quite well for having a brace on his left leg. I came to a part of the cavern that was very dark and I ran into it. I ran back out and ran into the monster. I looked at him and pointed to the cavern and said don't go in there it's very dark. He stretched out his arms again and I was off. Unfortunately I came to a dead end and the monster was upon me. Closer and closer he came I didn't know what to do so I reached into my pack and pulled out a sack and ask him if he'd like a lemon blueberry scone. He takes it out of my hand and takes a bite. He smiles and puts the rest in his mouth and says good. You like that do you? I say as I offer him another one. Now if I could just find a way out. He smiles and says I know way out. I smile, hand him another scone and say lead the way pal.

Star Polaris Writes:
The high notes of a lyre pierce the darkness of cave, growing louder while the crumbs fall from this behemoth. There is humanity ahead, and I scurry to catch up, tucking journals into my satchel, plucking a good deal of scone from the cave floor to eat. It has been a desperate journey, and I miss Mr. Hyde dreadfully.
The light is still dim, but I hold onto hope that the exit, and water is near.
My research has led me to believe that Lake Marcia is heart-shaped, clear and blue... to see it's glory and quench my thirst, I am glad to run behind.

Mr. Hyde Writes: 
The monster leads me for what seemed like forever until we came to an opening overgrown with vines and weeds. I fight my way through with my new buddy right behind me. 
I immediately notice a vagabond camp straight ahead. I start walking that way and the monster grabs my arm. What's wrong buddy? Do they scare you? He nods yes. I tell him to stay were he is and give him the rest of the scones and a special ball jar of soup that Ms. Maple gave me. No matter how much you eat it remains full. 
I approach the camp and see a man stirring a pot. I approach him and say to him,  “it smells good” and ask if I can have a taste. He shrugs and I pick up a spoon and taste it. It's not bad and I ask him what it is and he tells me it is his mother's underwear. I spit out the second spoonful I had in my mouth. 
“You there! Come closer.” I hear a weak voice and turn to see it's an old vagabond woman motioning me over. I walk over and she says, “I must tell you something but first we will get you some cleaned up and some proper food.” 
I'm presented with a hot bath and an outfit of the gypsies. Afterwards I'm taken back to the elderly vagabond and handed a bowl of stew. I thank them and take a bite. It's good and I ask what it was and I'm told it's possum and parsnips. I turn pale and stop eating. I will learn not to ask someday. “Don't you like our stew?” I'm ask by one of the gypsies. I answer yes, it's very yummy. He pulls a knife and says in a mean voice “than eat it.” I start eating again. 
Before I'm finished the vagabond woman speaks. “You and others seek that which shouldn't be sought. It's evil is great and his power has grown with great time. The sun is your friend, in the night he's nearly unstoppable. Use every precaution my friend.” She then points to a potato sack and gestures for one of them to give it to me. It's filled with garlic. “This will help protect you. String it everywhere” she tells me. I thank her and stand up. 
I look down the mountain trail and something catches my eye. Doc! Watson! Everybody! I find myself yelling with glee.


Dr Ghinton writes:
Seeing Mr. Hyde in the camp was a bit of a pleasant shock. Seeing that he had survived the fall brought a bit of an emotional skip to my old heart. Observing that he had made a connection with the mountain folk also amazed me. His innocence is very noticeable by all he may encounter. Trusting and trustworthy to a fault.  
Upon his noticing our troupe he approaches and we exchange greetings. “It’s good to have you back with us old boy!”
We then focus on making introductions to the group of people we have encountered. Mr. Hyde assures us that they are good people and have a keen ear for humor and conversation. He also reminds us to watch for the bottle they pass around. “It has some strong spirits in it and is best avoided.”
We are greeted by the clans leader, a small but fierce woman, named Elsa. She’s very clear and direct about the rules of the camp and makes it clear that there will be no shenanigans. Otherwise, “the boys will take you to the river and you don’t want to go to the river.”
My first response to her warning was an attempt to recall if there was a river nearby, which to the best of my recollection, there was not. Then it dawned on me.  She wasn’t speaking of an actual body of water, she was using a euphemism to inform us that we would be disciplined if we broke the rules. I smile and acknowledge her warning and we soon find ourselves seated around the campfire and enjoying some porridge.  Which was pretty good, considering our location.  It filled us and helped us relax and reconnect with Mr. Hyde and engage with our new found friends.
From my observation, Mr. Hyde seemed distracted.  Something was on his mind and he kept checking his watch. Periodically he would lean back and gaze toward the pathway leading further up the hill. As if he was expecting someone to suddenly appear or that he was late for an encounter. Not being sure of which was the case, I chose not to enquire. I do make note of his behavior and continue to observe his odd behavior. 
Before taking ourselves to bed, Ms. Watson, Mr. Hyde, and our help mates gather together for one last discussion before turning in. We decide that at dawn we shall depart and head further up the hillside. Our destination will soon be at hand and we can begin our investigation, proper. 


Just before dawn, Dr Ghinton is awakened by another strong headache. This time there was no vision, just a strong awareness that we are soon to be joined by familiar faces. An acquaintance has found us and soon shall rejoin our quest. 
Shaking himself free of the dreamlike state, Dr Ghinton decides to just welcome the day as it stands. The sun is rising and a still bright moon is also visible in the sky. 
It’s going to be a good day for a climb, he thinks to himself.  
While Dr Ghinton waits for the rest of the adventurers to rise, he sets and breaths in the cool air and notices one of the Mountain Clansmen is finally awake and preparing a morning fire. There may be coffee or even tea soon to help dash out the cobwebs from ones head. “i’m ready for some strong coffee” Dr Ghinton mumbles. 
After receiving some of the Brew the Camp mate had prepared. Realizing it is neither coffee of tea, but something of a mix of roots and leaves. Yet just as good as any coffee I'd ever had. I  decide to seek an answer as to why Mr. Hyde communications device did not work in the cavern, I take a few moments to examine the Crystal in which was gathered.  I quickly notice that it is glowing and emitting a slight amount of heat.  I also notice that when placed near a compass the needle spins erratically. So therefore it is also magnetic.  
I believe, this crystal and others of its kind are responsible for the failure of the communications device. 
My suspicion is that the Crystal is Autunite
Autunite is a mineral. Its tablet-shaped crystals look like lurid yellow-green scales, its uranium content makes it radioactive, and it fluoresces.
When ultraviolet light shines on an autunite crystal, it imparts energy to electrons within the crystal's uranium atoms. Each excited electron jumps momentarily away from the nucleus of its atom, then falls back.
When the electrons drop back, they release bursts of visible light. The collective effect makes autunite appear to glow green.

Mr Hyde Writes: 
After a quick cup of coffee I approach the doc and pull on his sleeve. I tell him I've got something I need to show you and with a sigh his says okay. I lead him up the path to the place I left the monster. We push through the bush into the clearing and there, under a tree, sat the monster. He smiled when he saw me, but stood with arms extended when he noticed the doc. The doc was overwhelmed at the sight of the giant. I stepped forward and placed my hands on the monster and told him that the doc was a friend. He growled “doctors aren't friends. Doctors did this to me.” He starts walking forward pushing me back. I tell him that doc isn't that kind of doctor. Doc is a friend. He's my friend. The monster stops in front of the doctor and looks down at him and says; “if Hugo says you're a friend then you're a friend.” The doctor looks at me and ask, “does your friend have a name” and I say; “I call him junior.” The doctor asks; “why junior?” I tell him “he looks like a junior to me. Besides what did you think I'd call him Boris?” 
After a brief conversation we decide that we will get junior to join our uphill track. The doctor also says he'll inform Watson of my new friend when we get back to the vagabond camp. I pat junior on the back and tell him welcome to steam.


Dr Ghinton Writes: 
I had to admit, Meeting Junior was a bit of a shock. Not what one expects on a mountain in the States. Especially this mountain. It also helped reinforce my thoughts as to the nature of the crystal in which Mr Hyde had provided to me.  The energy of the crystal sustained the energy of the monster. 
I do relay the information to Ms. Watson, quietly. We don't wish to disturb the calm of our mountain friends. 
We break camp and begin once more up the side of the mountain. Coming up on the location in which Junior was waiting. After making introductions and calming the men who were helping with the packs. We begin to move further up the mountain side.  
Mr. Hyde, approaches and hands each of the team a small bag. The bag smells strongly of Garlic, and sure enough with in each bag is a large clove.  He explains quickly, It’s to keep the boogies away.  
I stow the small bag in my pocket and continue to move up the hill side. 

Ms. Watson Writes: 
So Hyde had made a new friend in the tunnels beneath the mountain. I smile as I watch them trek ahead of me. I hope to be able to spend time talking with Junior (I will not refer to him as “monster”, which is what some of our guides call him). How did he come to be? Dr. Ghinton had told me of Junior’s initial distrust of him. Hyde however seems to have completely won over this gentle giant.
The bag of garlic is overwhelming, but Hyde is confident in its ability to ‘keep the boogies away’. Indeed, if we had to carry it everywhere, it would no doubt keep everyone away. Ghastly...

Dr Ghinton Writes:
We soon come to the shoreline of Lake Marcia. It’s not a huge lake, but enough to give us pause. It’s late evening, soon to be dark, and we begin setting up our campsite once again. 
There’s a chill in the air tonight. Something feels off. The strange sensation of being watched is ever so much stronger here. There’s also an added feeling of threat. My senses are heightened and I am alert.
As night falls, we become aware of a light on the far side of the lake. The mist parts and a large mansion can be seen.  Strangely enough it wasn’t visible before sunset. Maybe a trick of the light, a reflection, or distortion from the lake surface caused the mansion to be cloaked. 
At any point, the mansion is in sight now. Very dark and foreboding. 
Ms. Watson takes a few moments to chat with Junior and Mr. Hyde. Asking various questions. 
The 2 crewmen, have decided to keep their distance from Junior and ourselves. Obviously they have not been convinced that Junior is harmless. Or maybe something else has their anxiety at its peak. 
I also take a few moments to contact our patient Captain Delatoche via the communicator.  (excessive static)  Captain Delatoche, we have arrived at Lake Marcia and have set up camp for the night. Thank you sir for your patience. We intend to make our way around the lake tomorrow and investigate as needed.  
“Is everything still in fair shape at your location sir? “

Cpt DeLatoche writes:
Aye Doctor that it is. We are in ship shape, all mends and no scrapes. We put in home port after our away team arrived back aboard for extensive repairs and reload. We can have an explorer craft to launch at your ready should you need a craft for the Lake. It can be there in no time. I will send either Commander Thedra or myself to aid in the endeavor. 
DeLatoche out.

Dr Ghinton Writes: 
I also make note that we seem to have collected a new addition to our adventurers.  Star Polaris has quietly found her way and become a part of our adventuring team.
Tomorrow, at some point in the day, we can take a moment and welcome her to our band of merry folk. We can also take a moment to learn a bit more about her and why she might be found here in the wilderness.
But, for now, we rest and recoup. 

Morning comes:
“Good day Ms. Polaris, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Dr Derwood Ghinton -  Chief Magistrate of the Steampunk Consortium, Doctor of Metaphysical Sciences, a Proud member of S.T.E.A.M and a Spiritualism Enthusiast. We are so glad you have joined our group of adventurers. I hope you can find time to introduce yourself to the rest of our traveling partners.”
Mr Hyde Writes:
Greetings Star.
Star Polaris Writes:
*scribbles lengthy notes in the creased journal, looks up out of bangs as lengthy, and waves and diffident hello.*
Thank you, it is good to be here
Mr Hyde Writes:
You're a welcome addition. I can't wait to get to know you better friend. Welcome to the adventure.
Star Polaris Writes: 
Thank you so much, I haven't had the opportunity to play like this in a while. *shows you my multiple full canteens*
I've got you covered.

Ms. Watson Writes:
I decide to approach Mr. Hyde and Junior to see if they would be amenable to me joining them as they sat a fair distance away from the campfire. Junior seems to be uneasy with open flames, going by the several apprehensive glances he throws in that direction. They welcome me to sit with them and I open my journal, “I’d like to ask you some questions.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Junior says quickly.
My heart goes out to him, he’s so used to being blamed for things, he automatically assumes that everyone who speaks to him has an accusation to level at him. “No, Junior. I know you didn’t do anything wrong. I believe that you were the one who was wronged in your lifetime. I want to know how you came to be.”
The story he relates is something of old nightmarish folklore; complete with a mad scientist, grave robbing, an obscene amount of electricity, an angry mob, death and loneliness. Hyde and I are both speechless when he finishes his tale.
When I am finally able to speak, all I can manage is, “I’m so sorry.”
Hyde smiles as he looks at his new friend, “but we’re going to find him a new home. No more cold, underground tunnels for him.”
“The manor?” I ask. Hyde and Junior both nod. “Wonderful!”
My attention is diverted by what sounds like the flapping of wings...really big wings. I look to the sky and spot them - three winged harpies from hell - and they are heading our way.
One of our guides screams, “it’s the brides! Run!” People break from where they had been reclining and try to take cover wherever they can. The brides are apparently on a mission as one snatches up Hyde by his shoulders. Junior screams, “not my friend!” and grabs Hyde’s legs, pulling him back to earth.
“Get to safety!” I yell at them, grabbing the spear-throwing gun and taking aim. It pierces the wing of one of the she-devils and she lets loose a blood curdling scream.
“The master requires a new bride and he wants you,” one of them hisses, “welcome, sister.”
“Oh hell no!” I snap back at them, taking aim again. This one lodges in her right shoulder, “dammit,” I mutter, “I’ve got to work on my aim with this thing.” I try to duck as one swoops down on me, but she manages to knock me to the ground, which drives the air out of my lungs, momentarily stunning me.
“Now you’re mine,” the bride hisses and swoops in again.
“I belong to no one,” I hiss back, taking aim for her heart as the cross around my neck glints in the moonlight.
At the same moment, Hyde and Junior rush forward, throwing holy water soaked garlic with precision at the harpies.
“Noooo!” she screams, beating a quick retreat and calling her sisters with her.
Junior helps me to my feet as I brush the debris from myself, “well that was interesting.”
Hyde looks at me with shock, “and that is the understatement of the century!”
I chuckle as I head to round up our companions, “let’s go gentlemen….”
“The game is afoot!” Junior says with a laugh.
“Oh no, now you have him saying it!” Hyde laments.

Dr. Ghinton writes:
The morning sun has risen, we take a little time to recount the events of the night. We are so pleased that we survived the ordeal. Ms. Watson and Mr. Hyde only received minor scraps and scratches from the directed attack they endured. The Vagabond camp mates took strong arms against the attackers and helped fight off the assault. 
If it hadn’t been for the presence of “junior” I’m afraid we would have lost Mr. Hyde. For without his assistance in holding Mr. Hyde to the ground, he would have surely been gone. 
Ms. Watson is a fierce woman, to say the least. She took no amusement in being harassed by the 3 flying brides. And from my observation made is exceptionally clear to at least one of the creatures personally. They will think twice about another attack on Ms. Watson
I myself did what I could. I fired off a few shots from my flint lock pistol, which didn’t seem to phase the flying Bat like assailants. At one point I found a torch and that did cause them to be a bit more cautious about coming closer to me. 
It was observed that the Vagabond companion equipped themselves with wooden stakes and poles with sharpened ends,  which caused the menacing attackers to give them extra space. 
It may be time to add wooden stakes to my arsenal. Especially if we have indications that we intend to travel in the dark. 
We set out around the lake, we notice that where the great mansion once was very visible, it is again obscured. Mist and trees are all that we can see from our current location. I find it odd that by night, the mansion is in full view, lit by moonlight and with glowing lights from within its windows, but by day there is nothing. Not even a glimpse of the high roof of the building. 
Nevertheless, we know it is there, so we begin our long walk around the lake. Our little band of travelers continue single file as we traverse the landscape. Attempting to avoid mud fields and slick rocks. None of us need to get injured as we make our way. 
One would think as we drew closer to the location of the mansion it would become clearer and easier to see, but there is still nothing. After several hours of travel, we seem no closer to our point of interest than we began. 
Mid-day comes and we are still on our trek to the mansion. We have surely travelled enough distance to have met the other side of the lake. And still there is nothing to indicate that we have come closer to the destination. The mansion is still obscured by fog and shadow. 
Then suddenly, as if turning a corner, the mist breaks and we are standing within a few hundred meters of the entrance to the huge towering building. 
It’s in disrepair and very ominous to look upon. The doors are huge, heavy and seems to have not been opened in many years. Most of the windows are either broken or blacked out with an unknown application of some form of soot. There is no way to peer inside to see what lies within. 
I turn the other members of our group and ask, with curiosity, as to what we should make of our find? 
“I am willing to entertain insights and opinion as to our current situation. Please let’s take a moment to discuss our insights on this grand discovery”  
Just as a few of us begin to set down to chat about our discovery. I feel that familiar skull shattering pain. I drop my head and allow the vision to come forward into my consciousness.  Trying to breathe through the discomfort. 
I see an image of a dark dungeon like room. In it rests 3 wooden caskets on the ground and a 4th positioned high above on what appears to be an altar. The room appears to be lit with moonlight and yet, there are not windows visible in the scene. 
As quickly as the vision comes, it passes. 
I set upright and take a few deep breaths and begin to explain the most recent vision to my friends. 

A crackling is heard behind them in the trees... footsteps of someone on the approach... Watson looks up, the rest of the team follows her gaze. Out of the woods hobbles the old Vagabond woman, with a warning.... The team struggles to decipher her intent.
Mr Hype Writes:
I listen to the warning and I say I don't know what she said but it sounded like go home. I look at Watson she doesn't answer. I then look at the doc and say we're going in aren't we? Dr. G just gives me a grin. You see junior? I say. You see. It's never let's go back with him.


Dr Ghinton Writes:
Yes, Hugo, we go in. We have come too far to turn back now.


Ms. Watson Writes:
Yes, and I have a score to settle.


Mr Hyde Writes:
I stand up and proudly announce I'll stand lookout. Doc says fine. We're taking junior with us. I look at doc and we have the following conversation.
You're taking junior with you?
Yes.
So I'll be alone?
Yes.
All by myself?
Yes.
What are we waiting for let's get in that mansion?

The Deacon Writes:
Hours earlier, A lone man is encamped not all that far from where S.T.E.A.M has set up common ground for palaver. He is etching in his journal by soft lantern light. The Void. Tis the place between places. Nowhere, yet, “everywhere.” Tis the place you want to send your mind when you have seen…things. Tis a place where you don't have to think about it or anythin' for that matter. Nothin' can reach you. A temporary oblivion, such as it is. You also know, you can't stay. There's work to be a doin, anna be done. The kind of work that make's you bitter at the world. Be it, however, the world is better off that way. Ye get me?
For an age and a day it seems that I have been payin' penance for lettin' the town of San Gabriel fall to the scourge of ultimate evil, a Vampire Witch most foul. That is a tale in itself. Since then, I have been a trackin' creatures of the unnatural sort to ensure their destruction. It matters not, entities, both conjured and elemental. Evil Witches who serve dark forces. Vampires of many kinds, worms all the same. In the end, God hath damned them once. I shall damn them once more and smote their ruin, sendin' them back to whence they came. My penance, my vengeance. There is nothin' more dangerous than a man with nothin' to loose, nothin' to live for, and nothin' to prove.
So sayeth The Deacon.
I find myself once more trackin' a worm of a blood suckin', mangled, earth-vexin' haggard. I will enter its lair upon the sun's rise. I'll be standin' a better chance if I enter the manor through the crypts. Then I will find it…..and whatever else lies in wait. What's it sound like when Death comes a knockin?
Doom….Doom.

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
We decide to enter the mansion that very afternoon. 
We push on the old doors and they resist our persistence and yet finally open. There’s a loud screech as the door is forced back.  The smells of mold and age rush into our faces as we peer in through the doors. We enter. 
We stop in the foyer and discuss our plan.  We agree that each of us will take a different direction. Splitting up is never a welcomed idea, but due to the size of the building, this time it feels reasonable. 
I volunteer to take the upstairs. Ms. Watson leads off to the right into a dark corridor, and Mr. Hyde reluctantly agrees to go to the left, which is equally dark. 
We collect several old candelabras which have very dated candles barely burned still in them.  Each one of our group takes one and we list them with the Electric match I keep in my waistcoat pocket. 
The light filled the foyer and feeds further out into the main hall. The wood is old and dark. The staircase stand before us, leading up into the upper floors. It’s quiet.  Scary Quiet. 
I remind my fellow traveller to simply yell out if they encounter something. The rest will come discover your location as quickly as possible. And We are off to investigate.
I take the stairs upward. Upon reaching the top I turn to the right and begin carefully walking down the corridor.  Checking each room as I come to its door.  Some doors are open and that helps ease my mind. A closed door can often contain an unwelcome surprise, I mutter to myself. 
The first two room were open and contained no surprises. The third room on the left side of the corridor is closed. Locked from within.  I decide not to force it open, but also make note to keep an ear open in case there is something hidden within that finds a way out. 
The next  two rooms of also open. No surprises to be found there. 
Finally coming to the end of the corridor, I see a window has been broken, from the inside. Something or someone was trying to get out of the upper window to escape.  I’m unsure of what to make of the finding, but it is noted, nonetheless. 
I turn and carefully make my way back down the corridor. Passing the locked door. Unchanged. 
I enter into the far reaching corridor and suddenly a gust of wind blows the candles out. I’m now in the dark.  I reach for my electric match to relight the candles and suddenly hear footsteps. 
Instead of collection my match, I take hold of my Flint lock pistol instead. I raise it in the direction I hear the steps coming from.  I see a shadow and I fire the pistol. The flash of powder is bright and I see just for a second the face of a man.  I then hear a steam of obscenities and one simply phrase.  “Dammit, that’s my favorite Hat!”  
I am frozen with fear, as the man approaches me. Not sure if he’s going to beat me or congratulate me on my courage. 
He introduces himself as Deacon Ichabod Tull and reminds me to look before firing a weapon. 
I take a fe deep breaths and introduce myself with an apology following promptly. 
He asks what I might be doing in a dark Shite Hole such as this.  I explain that I am my friends are on a quest to seek out and collect various beings, which break the laws of the mundane. That one of those very creature and its mates occupies the very premises. 
He nods and counters my comments with a grunt, then says he too is seeking the fowl beast. 
We together continue to search the upper floor. Not much conversation is found between us, we are both focused on the task at hand. 
We begin to move back down the stair case to meet with the remainder of the STEAM group and to introduce The Deacon to the rest of the party.  

The Deacon Writes: 
Not long before The Deacon found others about in this dreadful place, he maneuvered through the labyrinth that was the underground crypts. He finds a rickety stairwell. Much wanting to continue exploring the crypt for his quarry, his senses tingled telling him he should ascend the stairs. Dosing his Illuminator, Ichabod begins to climb, one hand on The Dragon, a specially designed electro blaster capable of emitting neutrona rays that disrupt spiritual energy. The creaking and piping of the boards have him pause a few times in case of a shatter. As he went about searching hallways and different rooms, he removed from his belt a device he created called a Necropathic Spectrograph, to read the energies put out by paranormal activity. There may be other things that go bump in the night. As he snaps on the device he utters the words, “ From ghouls and ghosts and long legged beasties, Lord deliver us.” Upon opening a door, he sees a very well dressed individual in a black leather corset and large hat adorned with wondrous jewels, below it serous eyes, and he has... a gun! Blam! A shot rings out and a projectile pierced his hat as he ducked away, quite salty and rather steamed about the entire affair.

Mr Hyde Writes: 
I reluctantly tell junior to stay in the large entrance so he can assist any of us if we need it. I look down the hallway that appears to be just a series of archways. I start down the hallway and upon walking thru the second archway I run into cobwebs. I fling my arms wildly and twist around until I lose my footing and fall to the floor. I sit there for a moment in almost complete darkness after dropping my candle. I retrieve my hat and mutter to myself “he has all those brides and none of them know how to dust.” I reach in my pouch and find a test tube filled with what looks like white glitter and I shake it. It comes to life with a glow. The test tube is filled with fairy dust that I've collected from guests at the manor. I continue down the hallway and I notice all the mirrors are broken and the faces in the portraits scratched out. At the end of the hall is a pair of wooden doors I slowly open them and step in. It was at one time a chapel but it now lies in ruins. “BOO!” Someone screams and then laughs. I jump in fright and turn to see nothing. “Claude Nobody” I say. “That never gets old pork ribs” he says. “What are you doing here?” I ask. “Relax. I'm not staying long. These things can see heat. I just want to tell you to be safe. I'm starting to like you. Well, I'm heading make to the manor. I borrowed a key.” Claude says. I quickly check my keys. Relax, “I took an extra one for an empty room from the manor. Did you forget they work in any lock also?” Claude says. “No, I didn’t." Claude laughs and says; “take care pork ribs and remember to keep the water running.” I wait for a few minutes and when I know he's gone I decide to head back to the gang.
Ms Watson Writes: 
Heading down the corridor, I try each doorknob, pushing the door open to peer into the room. The candelabra throws flickering shadows on the surfaces as I give each room a quick perusal. Most rooms are dusty and don’t look like they have been utilized in centuries. But the door at the end of the corridor is locked.
“Hmm, fascinating,” I set the candelabra on the floor and retrieve my lock picking instruments. In no time, I am able to swing the door open...this is the only door that didn’t have squeaky hinges. A quick look tells me what I suspected, the hinges are oiled, unlike the rest of the doors. When I step inside, the flickering light reveals the room to be a library. Leather bound books line all four walls.
Inspecting the wall closest to me, I find books of poetry, history, and encyclopedias. Moving about the room, I find medical books, books on science, books about the mind...wait...what’s this? One of the books has not been pushed fully onto the shelf, someone had it out very recently.
“Curious,” I quickly place the candles on the corner of the desk and remove the book for closer inspection.
No title adorns the spine, but the cover reads, “The Modern Prometheus by Victor Frankenstein.” Gasping, I flip the book open and before me in graphic detail is the story I had heard the night before, “Junior,” I whisper. I shove the book into my bag and turn to retrieve the candles, only to find that I am no longer alone.
The man before me is small, with furtive movements and facial features that remind me of a rat. He smiles, “Ms. Watson, I presume?”
“Who are you?”
“Renfield, I work for the master.”
“Where is your master?”
“Oh, he’s not awake yet. It’s not time,” he points to the windows, “it’s still far too light out.”
“So you’re his watchdog?”
He flinches at the thinly veiled insult, “I am his assistant.”
“Then take me to him.”
“Why?”
“So I can drive a stake through his evil, black heart.”
“Oh I’m afraid I can’t do that...you see...he takes good care of me and when I deliver you to him, he will reward me greatly,” he stepped closer to me, revealing the gun he was hiding, “he’s heard of your exploits and he thinks you will make him a wonderful wife.”
“He has three already, I would think that’s plenty.”
“But they were easy to break and submitted to his will quite easily. He needs a challenge.”
I frown at him, “I am nobody’s challenge,” I indicate the gun in his hand, “are you intending to shoot me? If I’m dead how will you deliver me to your master?” It was obvious that the simpleton hadn’t considered that. I watched as he clumsily put the gun back in his pocket. Quickly I doused the light from the candles and hurled the candelabra at Renfield. He screamed as the hot wax hit him, retrieving the heavy candle holder from the floor, I hit him upside the head with it.
He cowered before me, from his position on the floor, “don’t hurt me.”
“Shut up,” I snapped as I pulled the gun from his pocket. I quickly have him trussed up and bound tightly to one of the chairs in the library. I lean in close before going to find my companions, “if you come after me or my companions, I will kill you.”
“I won’t….I won’t…,” he blubbers before I tie a gag tightly around his mouth.
Using a mixture of my own creation, I douse the gag with it and soon Renfield is out cold. He’ll wake up with a major headache, but hopefully he’ll be incarcerated when that happens.
Racing out the door, I go to look for my companions.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Upon emerging from the mansion, nearly sun down, we discover our crew men have abandoned us. They have left a simple note on top of one of the packs. It reads: “We have had enough, we are done, we are heading back down the mountain and hope to reach the vagabond camp before dark. We suggest you do the same. It’s not safe here.”
We are a little disappointed but nonetheless, it is agreed that we set up our camp and spend the night in front of the Mansion. Our fires will keep us safe from whatever lurks in the surrounding area. Or so we tell ourselves.

As darkness falls, our camp fires lit and we have just finished our meal. We become very unsettled. 
Someone or something has come through the doorway  of the mansion, and is slowly walking toward us. Quietly stepping on the grass and ground making very little noise. 
We turn and find ourselves in the presence of a man. A very regal well dressed man.  He has themes mesmerizing eyes and speaks with a light accent, which is not common to the area. 
He says: “Good evening, My name is Dominic and I was hoping to catch up with you.  It’s not safe for you to be here” 
We all turn to look at one another, questioning our eyes and ears.  Even Junior becomes agitated. 
There’s something not right with the situation. 
Dominic continues to speak to us, attempting to convince us that we need to come inside the mansion and take one of the rooms for each of us.  Expressing that there is plenty of room for us all. 
We resist the compassion of our host to leave camp.  
Dominic soon smiles and comments that he will leave us to our chilly and cold camp fire. He turns casually and walks back toward the mansion. And before our eyes, fades into mist. 
We turn to one another a bit overwhelmed with what we had witnessed. Making comments to one another checking our senses. 
Then suddenly we hear the wings from above. Once again we are under siege by the brides and this time they have company.  Many more bat like creatures defend upon us. And we take up our weapons and we fight.  
Ms Watson, Mr. Hyde, Star and The Deacon, all face the attack with determination. Soon it passes and we can once again breathe.   
We agree that we all need to be on guard through out the night. We expect many more such attacks before dawn.  We agree to take turns, once again, two by two, to stand guard as the others rest.  
It’s going to be a long night. 
The Deacon Writes: 
The Deacon takes first watch. The skirmish had left a few bruises and lacerations in its wake but nothing that couldn’t be handled. He sits on a nearby wall of stone, watching fog creep in slowly, like the fingers of ghosts long dead. He mutters to himself, glancing over toward where Junior was. “Nasty things... lurking in the dark.”
He then sets about opening his slayer kit and begins to piece together what looks like an injector or delivery device with a vial of green liquid. The proceeds to inject it into his wrist. Those still awake look curiously at him.
“Don’t be a worryin”, it be a protein based compound that not only will heal a wound quick and inna hurry, but it stops the catalyst of a vampire bite so as you don’t turn. Sorta liken to anti-venom.”
As he spoke, he went around to each and gave them a round of treatment to heal any wounds.
“I had been bitten once. I knew I had a short amount of days before I turned. A friend, lost to me now, developed this serum for me. Mayhap it will also protect if ya fall prey by a chance.

Maria Stewart Writes:
Off to the side of the party's path, Maria hums an ancient chant and moves in a small circle. It's a way to cast a spell of confusion upon the attacking creature without drawing attention.
Maria tells the party that she comes supplied with Oleander if such a deadly poison is ever needed.
The crack of electricity booms and we realize we have a storm ready to break. Maria is undaunted and yet she craves the moonlight hidden by the clouds. She braces herself for the impending deluge of rain and strong winds blow her long hair into her face. So she doesn't see the danger that is approaching…
Mr. Hyde Writes: 
I drew the second watch and thankfully it was quiet. Afterwards I went into the dark woods to relieve myself after the pot of coffee I had consumed. When I finish I notice a small fire deeper in the woods so I decide to take a closer look. When I get to the clearing I see a young lady dancing around the flames. The fire accents her body through the sheer dress she is wearing. I quickly cover my eyes, trying not to peek, and quickly turn to retreat. I run directly into a tree, never run in a woods with covered eyes, and knock myself out. When I wake up the young lady is standing over me. She smiles and ask me if I was watching her dance. I said no. There is some kind of 5 second rule isn't there? She giggled and helps me to my feet. We introduce ourselves and invite her back to our camp. I explain I'm sure she can take care of herself but there's strength in numbers. She hesitantly agrees to return with me. As we start our walk back I reach into my pocket pull out a small bag and hold it out to Maria and ask her if she likes nuts.

Dr Ghinton Writes: 
I take the third shift of watch. 
Upon coming out of my slumber I walk toward the camp fire, to discover Mr. Hyde with a young woman. I smile and introduce myself and the young woman replies with her name. “Maria Stewart, I’m glad to meet you kind sir.” 
I make my way to the log beside the fire and set down. I let Mr. Hyde know he can now take his time to rest. I’ll be taking the next shift, and Ms Watson can take the last.  
Ms. Stewart smiles shyly and decided to step away to find herself a safe place to rest as well. She seems to be a perfect fit for our team. Hidden power is sensed about her. 
I set quietly and watch the fire flicker. It’s calming, in spite of our surroundings. I keep expecting something to jump out of the woods around us, or creep up on the camp. But so far, nothing has come out. It’s quiet. 

McMillin writes: 
I was boots up, whiskey in hand when my brand started itching and glowing. 
"Leave them alone in country a few months and trouble finds them" .. I throw back the whiskey.  Hastily gather my stuff. Whistle come on Mac we travel.  
My pup gives some lip not wanting to leave the warmth of his hearth.  Raw raw raw.  And trudges in his light footed way. 
I get to the barn, close the doors.  Hey Jerrold go sleep in the house tonight. tend the fire and everything while I am gone..Stay out of my good whiskey.  (I have his the good stuff, and the decanter is the lesser watered down libation as Jerrold is know to partake a bit too much) great ranch hand just a bit of a drunkard also when not occupied W work, or company. 
I saddle up Reign. She is as much mystical machine now as horse, but her soul is there.  I see it in her eyes and her nudging of my arm. Through on our camp gear, check my pistols, long knife embedded and folded with Silver and bathed in the Sisters holy water.  
My belt is studded with several gems.  Cloaked under thin leather. They are tools not to be a fancy riders. 
I check to ensure Reigns gears, stones are set. Then mount up. Touch my brand ..hot like fire and whisper in Gaelic FOSGAILTE
The portal opens. I ride through..Mac lips along..only to find .. a Woman who seems like a wild witch, My Hyde a bit blushed. A giant, the Dr and Mrs Watson at Camp. 
They look a bit surprised that I am here ..top of a mountain..a dusty rider, horse ..dog.. in tow I may have some explaining to do.  
I simply say..."thought you could use some help brought my dog. Mac, that's Reign as I point to the horse”

Dr Ghinton writes:
I stir for moment and walk back to the camp fire. I see McMillin there with Hound and Horse in tow. 
Well, hello Expected one.  I saw you in a vision not too long ago and wondered when you might come in.  Glad you are here. We could use your brand of expertise.  We have a few new travelers since we last saw you.  The Deacon (Paul) has joined us and Ms. Stewart (Marcia).  
Welcome to the camp fire.
With the addition of McMilin to our adventurers, We feel even more secure than before. The creatures of darkness have no chance now

Mr Hyde Writes:
McMiliin's dog walks up to junior and gentle sniffs his hand. After a few good sniffs he then gives junior's hand a lick. I nudge junior and smile. It looks like he likes you junior. Junior smiles, gentle pets the dog and says friend.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
With all the greetings being finished I head off back to bed.  The sun shall soon rise and we can make our plans for locating the fiend and his brides. 

McMillin Writes:
With Mac making friends, and really interested in our big friends fingernails, seems like its a win win for Mac, He is getting some gnawing in and our friend is getting a manicure and seems to giggle a bit with it.. (note to self get Mac some antler to chew on he can't be doing this to people we meet)

Ms Watson Writes: 
After rising for my watch, I greet the newcomers to our troupe and welcome them. As they settle in for some sleep, I take my coffee and some rations of jerky to munch on while keeping an eye out for everyone. I settle on a spot a few feet away from the main encampment so I can keep a watchful eye on everyone.
It isn’t long before I hear the now familiar flapping of wings - not as intense as the other night - but also not a typical nocturnal creature. She lands to my right and stands still.
“All alone?” I ask, “Do you really think that is wise?” I stand and face her.
“I didn’t come for everyone, Watson. Only you.”
“Your master sent you out alone? Tsk tsk...sounds like you are a sacrifice to me.”
“He did not send me. He and my sisters are tending to poor Renfield, who has been screaming for hours with a headache.”
“Oops, I must’ve given him too much.”
“You are insolent and rude!” she snaps, “I don’t know why the master is so intrigued by you.”
“He’s a misogynistic, evil bastard. He wants someone he thinks he can break.”
“He broke me and I was way stronger than you!” she smiles, trying a different tactic, “just give in...it’s so much nicer when you yield.”
“No,” I respond simply.
“Fine, have it your way,” she snarls and changes into her vampire bat form, “I look forward to bathing in your blood while you scream for mercy.”
“I seek mercy from no one,” I tell her.
She screams in frustration and charges me. Fortunately her anger has made her irrational and I am able to sidestep the assault. Snatching up a vial of holy water, I throw it and it explodes against her, causing her to scream in pain. “I’ll kill you slowly and splatter your blood all over your friends!”
“Do make up your mind,” I say calmly, “bathe or splatter, which is it?”
She screams again in anger and frustration, which of course, is my intent. It makes her rash and clumsy. As she charges me again, I take aim with the stake-throwing gun and squeeze the trigger. The wood projectile hits its mark with deadly precision, causing the bride to freeze in her tracks and look at me with shock.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she says as her body crumbles into dust, “I’m stronger than you.”
I stand above the pile of ash, “Obviously not.”

Dr. Ghinton writes:
The rest of the camp, comes to life only moments after the ordeal involving Ms. Watson. We approach the scene and find the pile of ash, and Ms. Watson kneeling beside it, gathering a sample into a vial. 
She looks up, smiles, and politely says, “It was a sound pleasure to put and ending to this one” and goes back to her task. 
Once she is done, we return to the campfire, prepare coffee and begin a conversation about the days plans.  With one less bride, either the future encounter will be easier, or filled with determined vengeance. Either way, we will be seeking to put a close to this hunt soon. 
We all decide to re-enter the mansion. Our quest is to find the entry way to the chambers which holds the remaining brides and their master. 
We can assume there is an entry within the mansion, but there may also be access found outside, concealed in the woods around the mansion. It would be best to find both before attempting to vanquish the beasts.  By covering both entrance and exit we hold a better chance of containing all of them and none shall escape. 
“I’m ready to enter the building.” says Dr Ghinton. “Who is going in with me? And who is going to search the grounds?”

Mr Hyde Writes: 
I sit silently because I know someone will volunteer me on where to go. So I just wait.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
I suggest Mr Hyde remain with the camp along with Junior to keep everything safe and in order. It would be the best use of his time and energy. 

Mr Hyde Writes: 
I breathe a sigh of relief. I decide that we will gather strong wood to make stakes for those that don't have weapons and then I will pull something together for supper. I have a feeling we'll need our strength for the battle ahead.
Dr. Ghinton Writes:
Okay, we have a mission to complete, Let’s divide up and set out to find this menace. 

The Deacon Writes: 
In the chill morning air, The Deacon is found in a meditative state some paces away from the main group. On his knees, resting upon his ankles. Both arms crossed over his chest, fingers pointing to the sky, palms outward, and curiously wearing a white vail of sort over his head, shrouding his face. Beside him standing in the earth, a basket hilt rapier to his left, Samurai sword at his right. The slayer kit he carries lies open in front of him. The Deacon’s breath is steady and slow. To the others, it would seem that he was oblivious to his surroundings, even to the recent attack on Ms. Watson, making some of the team bristle with acute annoyance to a degree. Junior sat with a strange fascination about him for a time, but was distracting with the newcomers. After the Deacon’s watch, it appeared he might have wandered off into the trees, but there he sat, still as calm waters, solid as a pillar. Murmurs and grumbles of, where was he and why didn’t he come to the aid of Ms. Watson, lilted in the air. No sooner than Dr. Ghinton said we have a mission to complete, the Deacon was beside him, swords n scabbards, blaster in hand, settling his wide brim hat upon his crown. To the rest of the troop, he moved quick as lightning, the vail folded neatly into a V atop the slayer kit. His sudden appearance next to the good doctor drew a shocked, “What the Hell?!” from his lips. “Don’t DO that!” The doctor snapped.
“Cry your pardon.” said the Deacon.
“And just where the hell were you when one of the brides went after Watson if you were nearby? The Doctor quizzed.
With a crooked, almost forced smile and a wink, the Deacon said; “ Cry your pardon again Doc, I’m a thinkin she didn’t need it.”
That cracked the Doctor’s veneer some and he chuckled a bit. Both men looked over to Ms. Watson, twirling her gun on her trigger finger before holstering it.
“Damn skippy” she said, proceeding to pin her hair up off her shoulders.
Stepping off, leaving Hugo to his work, the rest split into groups. The ladies and strange creatures the likes of which Ichabod had never seen, track into the surrounding woods as The Doctor, The Deacon and The Detective head for the main doors with purpose and intense focus. The hour is at hand.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
We three, The Deacon, Ms Watson and Myself make our way to the entry of the mansion. Cautiously we enter and relight our candles and begin a joint sweep of the main floor. Door by door and room by room, lookin for levers or hidden panels in each. 
We return and head upstairs, and again through each corridor and room we seek any indication of hidden access to the hidden chamber of the fiend we seek. 
Nothing….
We return to the main floor and walk to the left side of the stair casement. Poking and prodding, rapping on the panels until finally we discover one that sounds hollow. “Eureka!” shouts Ms Watson. 
We find a small switch, on the upper left side that when pressed, unlocks the panel and it opens quietly into a dark closet like space. I peer into and move the candelabra so that the light falls deeper into the space we’ve discovered. Sure enough, there just out of sight in an old stair case leading down. Down deeper into the darkness. 

We Enter in and descend into the underground chamber. 

When we finally come to level ground. The smell of soil is strong and it is mixed with another scent of exotic herbs.  In the far end of the underground chamber sets 3 coffins on the ground. One remains open and empty, the other two are closed. Upon an altar sets a 4th and final box. Its ornate appearance gives us the clue we need, that this must be the Masters Coffin.  
We pause for a moment and have a brief discussion.  “We must locate the exit to this chamber before we begin. If we do not, and one of the foul creatures escape, we will not be able to follow and it will not bode well for our task.” Says Dr. Ghinton. 
The trio begins to search the chamber for any exit points which might serve to allow them to escape.  
I quietly comment: “Remember even if the exit is small, it may be of use. When these creatures transform into their smaller counterparts, they may be able to crawl through the slightest crack or opening.” 

Back at camp,  Hr Hyde and Junior are seated and enjoying the warmth of the fire. 
Junior has come to trust that fire isn’t all bad, if Hugo is near by. 
Suddenly Mr Hyde notices it has become uniquely quiet. No birds, no sounds at all. Not even wind.  He sets up very straight and peers around his location. Something is amiss. But, he doesn’t think it’s vampires. It’s something else. 

Mr Hyde Writes:
The quiet unnerves Me, but I push it out of my mind and start my task. Junior and I gather wood for the stakes. When we couldn't find enough fallen branches, junior just snapped off branches from the trees. 
After we finish that task I decide to start making something for the team to eat when they return. I find some root vegetables and a hunk of dried meat and decide on stew. 
I sit and watch it simmer over the flames. I lean forward to taste it and fail to notice the arrow that whizzes by were my head had just been. “It needs pepper” and I stand and walk over to our supplies. While searching for the pepper another arrow sinks into a bag of salt beside me. I notice that arrow. I turn to see two of the crewmen that had fled from camp. One is holding a bow and the other a huge bowie knife. Both have dead eyes and their skin is gray. The one with the knife approaches me. The master doesn't like you he hisses. “He isn't on my Christmas card list either” I reply. I turn to grab a weapon, I find a loaf of French bread and hold it like a samurai sword. He approaches and with every step slices off a hunk of bread until it is just a nub. “I knew I should have grabbed the rye”, I mutter while tossing the bread in the air and retreating. “I kill you” he screams while in pursuit. 
I race to the pile of freshly made stakes and lunge for one. I get it and flip over on my back just as my attacker lunges at me. The stake finds it mark. His dead eyes go wide then blank. I roll him aside and look over to the crewman with the bow. He drops his weapon. His eyes grow even darker and he begins to growl and slightly shake. Fangs appear, his hands becomes claws and hair starts growing all over him. “Oh come on! Really!?!” I scream. 
Suddenly two hands the size of catcher mits appear on each side of the creature's head and as easy as I would crush a grape they crush the creature's head. Junior steps forward splattered with blood. He smiles and says “bad dog”

Ms Watson Writes: 
Thinking maybe the exit could be up higher...seeing as how bats can fly...I begin studying the high windows of the crypt. I realize that what looks high, is actually ground level due to the depth of this dusty dungeon. One of the windows doesn't have a lock, "that's how they do it!" I exclaim, pointing out my findings to the Deacon and the Doctor. Frowning, "how are we going to scramble out of those windows? I don't have a grappling hook."
"I do," says the Deacon quietly, continuing his assessment of the crypt.
"Good, we may very well need it," I say.
"I think we are going to need more than that," Doc says, "the bride's caskets are opening.”

Dr Ghinton writes: 
I do make one off hand remark.. "too bad we don't have Mr Hyde's Keys.  We could use the one for transporting to safety, if the need came into being. But alas, we do not.”

The Deacon Writes: 
Spinning around quickly on the heel, Ichabod taps a device on his belt as he frees his blaster from its holster. A buzz and crackle with a whiff of ozone, an electro-static field surrounds him, making him appear as a shifting blur to the others. The brides attack the trio, full on, true vampiric form. Watson and Ghinton with weapons at the ready, charge into battle. One of the brides makes contact with Watson, grappling with her onto the ground, jaws snapping. Relying on Wing-Chung form of martial arts, Watson deftly maneuvers out from under the beast, giving it a few combinations of strikes as blows through hand and foot, disorienting it long enough to raise her weapon, firing it point blank into its black heart. With a blood curdling screech the bride bursts into flame, undulating as it is consumed by the holy fire. Dr. Ghinton gives no quarter to the other. With each swipe of clawed hand, Ghinton gives a counter duck and weave, shuck and jive, combined with well timed strikes and evasion, almost toying and taunting the thing as to make it angry enough to lash out indiscriminately, causing it to make it’s fatal mistake, creating an opening long enough for Ghinton to make his decisive attack, with a quick spin and a reverse grip backwards thrust into the beast, bursting it like a ballon filled with ground meat.
“Ghaaaaaaa!!! Yuck!!!” He exclaimed, I would have preferred a fire even if it singed my beard” he continued. Wiping bits of vampire off his face. They scan the crypt for the Deacon.
Out of the shadows greasy fingers grab Watson from behind and a homunculus form hops onto her back sending her forward, the Doctor springing toward her to assist. Renfield hisses into her ear as they tussle about, “Mine! Mine! You are mine!!”
Ghinton is in the fray, swinging his cane, bludgeoning Renfield enough to loosen his death lock on Watson so she could free herself with an over the shoulder throw, sending Renfield into the coffins with the force of their momentum. Renfield dazed looks up at both Ghinton and Watson above him, as the Doctor steps on his chest with a heavy boot.
“This is one grave you’ll not be returning from you smelly bugger” he said, thrusting the end of his cane into his skull, and wide eyed disbelief, making the sound of a snapping twig. That was the last of him. They look up and see a large dark figure looming toward them. It is the the Vampire Dominic. It rears back morphing into its display of power, stunning the two with shock. Suddenly, a hum and chatter is heard and a blurred form rams the creature forcefully, knocking it away from the pair. They watch as the blur contracts and expands hitting its mark in several vulnerable areas. The Deacon hollers out, “Quick, take these!” as he tosses Ghinton the his rapier and Watson the grappling gun. Watson sets up their escape as The Doctor rushes in with sword held high. The swishing of blades and howls of pain permeate the air. As the Deacon evades, the Doctor thrusts his blade into the swirl.
Dominic regains a more humanoid form and retreats some to asses his foes. The Deacon disengages his shield generator.
Sliced and bloodied, Dominic stands back regaining his posture.”So... do you think you have defeated me?” He said, his wounds healing and turning to ash.
“Do you really believe you could destroy me so easily?” He continued pacing back and forth.
Taking a broadsword from the wall, he stands forth.
“You puny mortals have no idea of the power of which I wield” he hissed. With that he lunged forward at both men. The clanging of blades as the three meet in combat. Dodge, perry, thrust, spin. A dance as ancient as time. Watson steps in and distracts Dominic. “Hey pretty boy. You forget something?” She says.
The vampire looks over long enough to see her fire her last stake directly into his chest. The Doctor and the Deacon seize the opportunity, Ghinton with a quick thrust to its guts, eviscerating it as the Deacon whirls round separating its head from its body. They all breath a sigh of relief and look around at each other. Then the Deacon drops to his knees. During the fray, he was sliced across the side of his abdomen and was bleeding profusely. Ghinton and Watson rush over.
“Good God,” the Doctor said,
“ I knew you had guts, but I didn’t want to see them!” They tap the communication device for Hugo to extract them and bring medical aid.

Dr Ghinton writes: 
Mr Hyde has appeared from behind an old door in the lower chamber, a closet door to be exact. He has used one of his keys to come in and retrieve us. 
With his aid we are soon back at the camp. Various methods have been applied to The Deacon to aid in his healing. 
 The camp fire warms us all and lends nicely to the awareness that we will not be fed upon during the night by the now extinct vampires.
While the battle was being fought inside, outside, the trio of McMillin, Star and Maria had encountered an issue of their own. It seems the Vampires had guardians of their own in place to ensure their escape was well guarded. 

Star Polaris Writes:
Digs glass shards from her boots, resettles satchels upon her shoulders, before clambering up an ancient yew tree. Here, closer to the moon she is able to draw a heavy moss cloak around, becoming part of the tree, as the the sliver of moon breathes light upon a journal. She has no entry on vampires, nor combat. To wait, invisible is wise. The party is lost to darkness, far below rattling leaves- voices, scattered, calling, a yell- a horse is heard.
Sends up silent chants through a cloudy piece of quartz.

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
Upon the return of McMillin , Maria and Star, They seem rather quiet and appear rather shaken by their experience in the wood. McMillin quietly steps over to Dr Ghinton and explains.  "We Shall Talk, but at a later date. We've seen a thing or two and just need time to work through it." 
We then take note of one another’s well being and decide to rest for the evening.
The current threat has been neutralized and for the moment we are safe and can relax.  
We set down and enjoy Mr Hydes Stew and converse about our future plans in which we hope to fulfill upon returning to civilization. The conversation is entertaining and brings hope to the team. 
We notice the rising of the full moon above us. It illuminates the landscape fully and adds a bit of comfort to the team as we prepare for a well deserved night of sleep. No need for a watchman this night.

Upon waking, Dr. Ghinton is feeling refreshed and ready to face the long walk down the  mountain side. He has hopes of catching a train upon arrival at Sussex and heading off to New York for a short lay over, then from there to the port to board Captain Delatoche’s vessel to head home. 
But first, we must discuss what to do with the various parcels containing the camping equipment. My vote is to leave it behind. Some member of the Mountain clan may find it and feel they have discovered a gift from the Gods. A kindness which would be unexpected. 
Dr. Ghinton begins packing his personal wares onto a small easily carried pack.  Journal, crystals, and his overcoat. “The rest can stay” he says. 
The rest of the camp mates also pick up what they perceive to be most necessary for the trip and prepare to head for the path leading down the hill side. 
McMillin, being on horse back, takes the lead and slowly follows the trail. She is higher than the rest of us who are on foot, and can see further down the pathway. 
We walk for the majority of the day and finally come up on the Mountain Clans camp.  The campsite is in complete disarray. And hasn’t been visited in several days.  There is no sign of any of the people we had encountered on the way up the mountain. Also no signs of bodies being found or even blood shed. Just wreckage. 
It was sad to think something horrible had happened to them. Even the possibility that our quest to seek out the menace at the lake could have brought something evil down up on these people. 
I speak up…  “I think we should make camp here among the ruins of the old camp. Maybe someone who survived, from the pervious camp, will return to see if we are part of the clan. This could lead us to discover what had happened to the people who were once here.” 

Mr. Hyde Writes:
I look about what remains of the camp. Kicking around what's left and look across to my fellow adventurers and say out loud, should we take watches again tonight?

Me. Watson writes:
After my tent is set up, I start poking around the woods, on the lookout for clues of any kind. Alas there is nothing to be found. As I head back, I hear a noise, the rustling of leaves and something that sounds like a growl...I pause, with a frown on my face, then start off again. Suddenly, something darts in front of me and stops to study me.  Staring me down is a dog, blond and white, and tiny. I’m guessing between five and seven pounds. “How did you get out here, little one?” I squat down and hold my hand out form the dog to inspect.  It bounds to me, tail wagging furiously as I scratch its head. “You sure are a cutie.”  A quick look reveals that this pup is a girl. “How would you like to hang out with me?” I stand again and start back to the camp, my new friend right behind me. 

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
Dr. Ghinton smiles when Watson returns to the camp. “Why you’ve found a little pupper.  She look to be a smart one too, she’s found you.” 

Mr. Hyde Writes:
Awe, Watson, you have a puppy. Is it a boy or girl? I ask. She's a girl says Watson. All the best she's are I reply. I bend down and stretch out my hand to the puppy. She is hesitant but Watson tells her it's okay it's Hugo. The puppy wags her tail and licks my hand. I think she understands what you're saying to her. I guess you'll have to keep her now. Can't let her just wander around alone.

Maria Stewart writes:
Maria approaches the puppy and is inclined to pick it up and kiss its forehead. She gently hold it her in her arms as she would like to have cradled a child. Feeling a rush of emotion for the child she's never had, she brushes a hidden tear from her eye as she leans over to lower the puppy to the ground. She simply states, "Yes, surely we can keep her. Someone needs to name her. I'm going to use the opportunity to harness the energy of the moonlight and perform a spell throughout our campsite. Please let me take leave for the moment and ground myself in meditation in my tent."
Maria emerges from her tent and is wearing a simple white dress without the appropriate undergarments one would expect. It has a flowing full skirt and only the hem has lace. She notices that the fire has been started and begins her dancing. She seems to be in her own world with glazed over eyes and a placid expression. She works the steps moving in concentric circles getting larger and larger.

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
Dr Ghinton speaks out quietly to the others.  I do not think she is aware of the things we’ve seen. This is by far more reasonable an expression of personal power than some of the vulgar expressions found, even with our fiendish foe Spring Heeled Jack. She is to be commended on her presentation, in my opinion. Respected even. 

McMillin Writes:
On my way down the mountain leading our band.  I know two things.  One what happened in those woods, the hunger, screams,,the chills to my soul, brimstone and hearing those I have damned call out in sanguine delight for a reckoning and owning.  It was more than the hounds of hell but the torment souls that embodied them.. .. I am quite use to being able to handle my own, yet the two women of power were the ones to free me from losing my soul to those beasts.  Some casting and a yell brought me out of the terror to a fight. MAC Was ripping flesh off where he could ..I watched Reign send two hounds flying in a tree with a kick and then pool to smoke and flame.  I steadied myself and shot..rapid fire.. my colts have a 10 round barrel. And I have quick reload barrels to change out on my belt.  My lead is mixed with silver  sage, a bubble of holy water in the center.
I hit my mark ..with each exit a shriek smoke and flames.. 
Their are aura and power radiating from my companions..noting I am glad friend not foe.  Let's keep them from a conversion.
I here the yapping of a puppy.. how long was I in my head.. and what weird conjuring happened to save me ..pull me from the brink.. was a hound truly on my chest

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
Glad you’re still with us McMillin. And yes from what we’ve heard. A beast was on your chest about to take you down and your Mac took the risk and saved you. 

Mistress Sable writes:
I am a bit confused as to how I arrived in the woods. I was traveling in a fine carriage after I had booked passage to one of my villas in France. I had recuperated nicely. A fine gentleman had asked for assistance. I was hesitant something about him was off. He climbed in and as we began moving he stared at me, I wasn’t uncomfortable he seemed familiar. Then he took off his hat and held it in his hands and I knew I knew we were somehow connected. He looked into my eyes. His Ice mine green hazel, and he spoke “your friends will need you little sister, mother says your destiny lies in their journey. She asked me to return you to their care. You are to remain in their company till they defeat their biggest foe. “ and with that Sable was here she could see the fire. A magical aura surrounded the group. A protective spell had been placed on the camp. Sable hitched her fine skirt and said out loud “ send me my things now brother, I need appropriate attire for this!” A duffel bag appeared beside her with a letter and an amulet of sapphire the color of her new found brother’s eyes. Sable picks up the bag and to everyone’s surprise marches to the edge of the barrier and over the cute and excited puppies yapping which made her giggle a bit she was lovely. Hello all may I join you?

Sable was curious if her companions knew that the puppy was different she didn’t know what it was exactly but there was something special about her she looks about and asks “ who is our new companion and how did you come to find her?” “Or did she find you?” Everyone still looked out of sorts from her appearance and she was still in her finest dinner dress. Damn the man who sent her and the mother who long ago abandoned her to start showing interest now.
Dr Ghinton Writes
We’ve experienced many new and exciting occurrences. Not too much offers surprise at this juncture. 

McMillin Writes:
I pet Mac a couple times water feed Reign.. no tether needed she will stay close.. .and then see Sable.. point 2 comes to mind.  I have found a new crew with whom to travel.  I will be better in my vigilance than previously  to keep them safe.. I will do this so I don't hear them in those I have damned..  shaking it off as Reign gives me a nuzzle and nudge  I note to send Word to Jarrod to take care of the farm. And Sally to water down his whiskey.  I make my way over to greet our fine dressed companion.  Mac has went to the puppies and Junior pouncing  and being pounced 0n.. I Pull out my flask for a dram ..offer it up to the group..[glad I figure out a transmute refill from my good stash.  oh I think this is truly just a warm up for that to come.

Mistress Sable Writes:
Why yes I should think so. I am a bit anxious about the way I got here and this pack was a gift . It is so light but I feel the magic . I open the pack and fresh clothing appropriate for the camp is on top of what looks to be a mechanical device that says pop out tent. Mistress Sable puts it on the ground in an open spot and winds the key. The most extraordinary tent builds itself with plenty of room. She goes inside and changes into a peasant top some hiking pants and a nice vest she put on the sapphire necklace and pulls on some woolen socks and a sturdy pair of hiking boots. She even finds a very lovely hat with big netting and a machete I. The bag she reaches in and pulls out a sleeping roll and other various gear. Including a lovely lanterns lit with what appears to be at Aether. She then pops back out refreshed and sits by the fire a bit. Looks at the Doctor and says” the most curios thing has happened. “ she then explains how she arrived.

Ms Watson Writes:
As I settle in for the night, I watch Moxie as she sleeps. She was fed some beef from our dinner, frolicked with Junior (who she seems to like very much), and seemed to always keep an eye on me. Even now, one small paw is touching my arm. And she likes her name, though I’m not sure how I know that, I just do.
I have no doubt that she is a very special dog and I look forward to traveling with her. But now it’s time to rest and recharge.

Mistress Sable Writes:
I walk around the camp after everyone settles in. I’m curious about STEAMS adventures so far. The bag my brother sent was indeed a miraculous thing all my needs were available in a seemingly bottomless bag. Must be careful not to lose my balance and fall in. The crew seems to have acquired some new faces. I look at them all. I am becoming very fond of them . I feel a prickle of unease. Magic is in the air. He appears again but outside of the barrier. He tips his hat. “Sister. I wanted to give you my name. I am Tillian. I am like you a Demi god. I have the ability to move through space . I have a lot of other abilities also. I wanted you to know mother only told me of you when she sent me to you. I didn’t know about you and I’m sorry for that. “ he looks down but I see a small smirk . Before he composes himself and looks back up. I take him in and open up to read him. He isn’t lying but he is hiding something. I tilt my head and look into those depthless eyes then I say” why are you here Tillian? “ he smiles, it is alarmingly beautiful. But he is a Demi god we tend to have an unnatural beauty. I want to offer you a bit of protection for you and your company. I am gifting you with my sapphire it can open portals to help you move as I do through time, I have brought rings for each of your companions once they put them on the ring will alter to fit only them. It will then only come off if the person wearing it wants it off or if someone cuts the appendage off. “ He holds out a leather bag for Sable and she takes it. He then looks down again and plays with the brim of his hat. Sable knows he has something he wants to tell her but is holding back. A noise behind her causes her to look back. It was nothing but Mr Hyde grumbling in his sleep about doughnuts Sable had missed his uniqueness. When she turns back Tillian is gone . Sable is sure someone is watching her in the camp. She will have to answer to who he is and why she returned. Unlike the others she was restless and decides to look for some tea in her bag that Tillian had given her. It was very light as if nothing was in it but seemed like it carried every thing she needed or wanted which felt a bit decadent and could share with her group. All she did was think of her tea and there it was in the bag, her entire tea set and her favorite chamomile tea. A touch of honey and a dollop of clotted cream . She even smelled a scone looked in the bag and there it was a warm scone and a jar of lemon curd and a bit more clotted cream. Then there was a comfortable camping chair and little table she set it close to the fire. Now this was a proper tea. She wondered if she could pull a coffee and doughnuts in the morning for Hugo. She is fond of his antics and how sweetly unique he is. She sips her lovely tea and nibbles her scone. Sable still has the feeling of being watched. She clears her throat and says lightly but firmly,”l know you saw me speaking with him, please join me and stop sitting in the shadows, I will gladly share with you and answer your questions”

Maria Stewart Writes:
Maria is feeling restless, but knows she needs to rejuvenate for the next day. She keeps the tent door flap open to allow the moonlight to cascade inside. She soon slumbers with a light snoring rhythm.

Mr Hyde Writes:
I wake up excited about getting down the mountain and returning to the creature comforts of my life. A soft bed and warm donuts have been greatly missed. I stretch and look around the make shift camp. Doc and Maria are already at the fire. Moxie is tugging on Watson's sleeve attempting to get her up and the others are going about their business. I think to myself what a rag tag bunch of freaks and misfits. A smile comes to my face and I say out loud quietly “this is my family”.
Dr Ghinton Writes:
“ah, finally up and moving and I’m ready to get back to civilization. But first, to make myself presentable and to have a touch of coffee” Says Dr Ghinton. 
I walk out toward the fire. Suddenly I stop and find myself distracted with the strong smell of Ozone. I quickly check my Portable Time Dilation Device to see, it has been bumped and attempting to open a time slip. But the device is off.  The ozone is strong.  I take a moment to look around and see nothing out of place or no one who shouldn’t be present, such a strong occurrence out here in the middle of nowhere. 
I proceed to the camp and mention my finding to the others there. Mr Hyde gives me one of his “uh oh” looks and Maria simply smiles and reminds us that as a team we can do most anything. 
McMillin also gives a silent response. She simply lays her hand on her side arm and gives me a nod.  “Enough said” the Dr. replies. 

Dr Ghinton Writes:
After a while, the team begins to pack up and make ready to descend over the last few miles of trail leading into the country side, then on to Sussex.  
It’s going to be a long way, but it’s the way we came in, so it shall be the way we exit. 

Dr. Ghinton is still concerned about the smell of ozone back at the ruined camp site. Many questions begin to surface.  Was the ozone a tattle tale of what or who destroyed the camp and dispersed the clansmen? Or was the ozone simply meant for our group? Was it a natural occurrence and I’making more of it than it is? “Too many questions, not enough answers”  Dr. Ghinton says.
I would consult Ms Watson on the subject, but she was not present to the initial event of smelling the ozone. So I doubt she would have much insight into the matter. 
My gut continues to tell me it is of great significance and should not be ignored. 

McMillin Writes:
I mount up .. Reign is alert, Mac is looking around. My guns are loose in the holster, rifle ready to be pulled, long knife slides in and out with easy. My brand is burning. Under my breather I curse "Magairlean" . Trouble just follows them.
My stomach grumbles..scones donuts are not a filling breakfast. I gnaw on some Buffalo jerky..throw a few pieces to Mac. Remember to ask Ms Sable if she has some eggs and bacon in that bag of hers.. later..
Before getting in the saddle
I whispered to Mac ..protect and serve my friend ..rub his head. To REIGN I give a sugar cube smile and kiss her take the nozzles and smile..another battle my friend. I check her wards.. gears. Her armor. We are ready.
Looks as if our group is also.

Mistress Sable Writes:
Sable looks up at McMilin as she walks by. “She whispers I feel ill at ease. “ She walks on knowing she was heard.

McMillin Writes:
I nod. Pull down the Goggles to carefully take a look around. The energy is off. Lines are wavy and fuzzy there is a disruption.. the ground radiates a blurred pulse.. birds quiet and no morning songs.. Reigns ears flicker back and forth. Something is here..

Mistress Sable Writes:
Sable approach’s Dr Ghinton. She smiles and hands him the leather bag her brother gave her. The rings inside. You are feeling the disturbance that my newly found brother has made he can jump through space it seems. He has gifted us with rings that will allow us all to do so however I would caution using them only if you are in grave danger. You must think of where you wish to be and you will be there. However it will leave you a bit disoriented. Once you put those on only you can remove them. It will only work for the person who wears it.”He pours a couple of the rings into his hand. They are Gold and silver with tiny working gears that shift when used one is set with a sapphire that lightly glows. The Dr is fascinated I think he may want to understand their workings. “I don’t believe he wishes us any harm but he is harboring secrets such as immortals do. “ Sable then smiles and turns to walk away saying “there is enough for everyone here. But I have a feeling that little bag is similar to my pack if we have more join a ring will appear so keep it close. “

Dr Ghinton Writes:
I do look carefully at the bag of trinkets. But with great concern for the well being of all of our band, I can not for the life of me feel at ease to suggest placing a "enchanted" item on any one of our person's without explicit and complete awareness of the creation and history of the one gifting the items. The risk is far too great and may lead to the injury of one of my band.
I place the small bag in my pack for later investigation.

Mistres Sable Writes:
Sable is impressed with the Doctor, she too has reservations. That feeling of being watched last night never left. She looks at her friends something just feels off and she can’t shake it. What could it be?

Dr Ghinton Writes:
As we move forward down the mountain side. The Doctor suddenly feel the sharp pain about his head.  Stopping and stepping off to the side of the path, resting against a tree, He allows the vision to come forward. 
From the darkness of his mind, stepped a familiar face, a twisted and distorted face. It’s “Ol Jack”, come to send a message. “You smelled my presence, you know I am near, but be quick to render the fact my dear.”
And the vision is gone.  
It seems somehow “Ol Jack” is still sending direct messages to my senses.  I know he is dead, we have his remains, Yet somehow he is still using the psychic realm as a personal messenger service.  
I regain my balance and return to the trail. Attempting to scribble down the details of the vision as I stumble along.  

Ms Watson Writes:
I approach Dr. Ghinton, ready to get back to civilization, like everyone else.
He smiles as I walk up, “Where is Moxie? Upon hearing her name, she pops her little blond head out of my satchel, causing the Dr. to smile.
“It was a perfect fit,” I say, “like it was meant to be.”
“It was,” he said, “I feel it.”
As we walk, he tells me about the rings and his response to them. I agree with him, “I have my weapons and my elixirs, they have not failed me yet.”

Dr Ghinton Writes:
The Doctor does pause one more time while on the journey. He picks out his flask of Schnapps and takes the very last drop from the container. He mutters: “we cant get back too soon now. It’s gonna be a long walk from here on out.”

Mistress Sable Writes: 
Sable looks as the Dr draws his last drop of Schnapps and looks perplexed. She smiles draws to the side looks into the bag and behold a bottle is there. She giggles like a child. This is a very convenient thing. Sable pulls out the bottle and pockets it to give to the Dr at the next break.

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
Dr Ghinton still not feeling stable on his feet from the recent vision and the Schnapps not being enough to help ease the discomfort, approaches McMillin.  "I say my fine traveling companion, I have noticed from time to time you take a nip form a small flask..  It being out of character for me to ask, but might be so forward as to ask that I might partake in a small amount? Please?  Purely for medicinal purposes, I assure you?  

McMillin Writes:
I decide to have a bit of fun.. "sure doc get in that side pocket there the flask you've see”

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Dr Ghinton begins to dig into  McMillin's  pack and finds the flask.  Very nice vessel indeed.  Gently and with respect he twits the top off and places it to his lips and sips.  Suddenly, he spits the contents out onto the ground and begins to Swear.   "What the Hell!! Are you trying to kill me right here in broad day light?”
"This Stuff is more than half water, and well water at that!”
McMillin Writes: 
Starts a chuckled belly laugh quiet to the surprise of herself and her company. Here Doc just having some fun. She pulls the real flask out of her jacket and pours him some in a cup. "Both flasks are enhanced to know my touch, my special spirit is only available when I pour, otherwise the imbiber gets a nasty surprise.. it also helps protect against people trying to release me from this world in a sneaky manor.. looks toward Star and Maria..glad they are on our side”

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Smiling and enjoying the fun. Dr. Ghinton cautiously extends a hand and accepts the cup. He sniffs, then sips.  
He then take a second to ingest the grand flavorful liquids.
Thank you for your generosity.  
I am never one to scold an opportunity to play a good joke on Friends. But mind you, I also do not forget and will one day repay the favor in kind.  All for the fun of it. 
After walking a few hundred yards, Dr Ghinton finds a spot and uses the Communicator to contact Captain Delatoche.
“Captain!  I wanted to touch base with you once again. We are currently on the trail to Sussex and then we shall be on the way back to New York. If at all possible in 2 days time, could you be prepared to carry us back to London? If there are complications I will broadcast again to keep you in the loop. Also, I should mention, we have collected a few more guests for the journey. I hope this is not too much of an inconvenience. Ghinton Out”

Mistress Sable Writes:
Sable takes the opportunity to hand The doctor the bottle of Schnapps she is carrying on her person . She doesn’t say anything just curtsy’s a bit and walks off to the edge. She doesn’t feel settled it is still nagging at her. She thinks to speak with the ladies and see if they feel ill at ease also. With the combined magical and non magical abilities they could surely figure this out on the trek.
Feeling pretty proud of himself for learning to use such a contraption, Dr Ghinton Smiles to himself and continues on down the trail. 

Captain DeLatoche Writes: 
Message received Doctor. The Andrade stands ready to assist. We will have a shuttle pod waiting at port to accommodate your team. DeLatoche  out.
The travelers come to the top of a ridge and look to the distance….
*A Storm is brewing*

Mistress Sable Writes: 
That does not look to be a regular storm to me.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Dr. Ghinton walks up beside Mistress Sable and says “I would say that is by far not a natural storm brewing. Something is obviously amiss.  I would even go so far as to proclaim someone is playing with Magic’s they do not fully understand. Something dark is hidden within those clouds I believe. 
I hope the good Captain at the ports is safe.”
I ask the group to stop for a moment, to come together and rest for only a brief period.  I want to explain that I have seen a vision.  "Spring Heeled Jack has been stepping, forcefully  into my visions. He has claimed to be the one who is watching us. I smelled the ozone back at the camp and I believe he is the one who caused it to manifest, through the use of a time device similar to the one I carry. We all should be very cautious. Mistress Sable,  your sense of being watched is without a doubt accurate. I believe it to be  Ol Jack, come to play some more. So let us be very careful of our future steps. I wasn't going to mention the invasive visions of Jack until we reached Sussex, but necessity called for other plans”
Ms Watson Writes:
“Something wicked this way comes,” I say to the Doctor. As we forge ahead, I realize that Moxie is on high alert. Her dark eyes scanning everything around her.
McMillin Writes:
Being new to the group and not to familiar with Jack.. I ask.. Doesn't Watson have his Ash in that vial? Remembering his demise in the hall.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Yes, we have the ash, But I suspect he's using a Time Dilation Device to come forward in time from beyond the point he was taken down.
I could smell the ozone at the camp but could not find a source.  My Device leaves a similar trace when used. 

Mr Hyde Writes:
Junior tugs on my jacket sleeve and motion me to follow him. He steps off the path and twenty feet back is a cave in the mountain. Junior says junior spent years inside this mountain. Junior knows every part of it. I pat him on the back and tell him good job buddy. We walk back to the others and I tell them junior has found us shelter from the approaching storm.
Dr Ghinton Writes:
Excellent work my good friend
Mistress Sabel Writes:
I feel unsettled Dr. there is something amiss. I have a peculiar prickle at the back of my neck as if we are being followed. Do you think something stalks us on his behalf.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
I think is he, Spring Heeled Jack, himself. Returned from the past.
We decide to take shelter in the caves which are nearby the trail. Junior has brought us to a dry and secure location. 
The storm rises and the lightening flashes violently. It’s truly amazing to watch from the safety of the cave opening. There is wind, and lightening, but no rain. Not a drop falls to the ground. In spite of the fury of the storm. 
We end up spending the remainder of the day and night in the caverns. A camp fire is established and food is prepared. The 7 members of STEAM are all gathered together and we enjoy the enclosed space, under the impression we had found safety from what lurks in the shadows. 
Tomorrow we move on toward Sussex and seek out a more suitable shelter, preferably,  in a boarding house. We can take the opportunity to get clean clothes and of course, better provisions. 

I do take a taste of the beverage provided by Mistress Sable.  Unbeknown to her, my taste for schnapps is very different from her impression.  For the bottle contained what she had desired, but not in fact what my palette sought.  “I must make an attempt to return it to her in the morning. For it would be a shame to waste it.”  

Ms Watson Writes:
In the safety of the cave, Moxie still seems hyper vigilant. Any time I venture to the opening, she tugs on my boot laces to lead me back. “What’s wrong, little bit?” I ask her.
Mr. Hyde notices her actions, “Maybe she’s scared?”
“She protect,” Junior offers, “she keep Watson safe.”
“From what?” I ask.
Suddenly I hear a menacing growl from outside the mouth of the cave, “wolf!” I cry, reaching for my pistol and turning to face the yawning darkness. I then hear an even more menacing growl behind me and turn my head to see Moxie, though how I knew it was Moxie can’t be explained, for this dog was large - at least 100 pounds. She bore the same markings as my little Moxie and the same luminous dark eyes, but this dog would not fit in a satchel. In a flash, she bounds past me, heading towards the wolf lurking outside. “Moxie!” I scream and charge after her. I arrive in time to see Moxie chasing off the much smaller wolf. She turns to me once she knows it is safe and runs to my side. I squat down to face her, “aren’t you full of surprises? Let’s get back inside.” She follows me in and I am not surprised to find my bitty dog has returned.
Mr. Hyde is wide-eyed as he points at Moxie, “little, then big! Real big!”
I laugh as Moxie runs over to receive pets from Hyde and Junior, who says, “I told you she protect Watson.”

Mistress Sable Writes:
Sable looks in amusement at the lovely Moxie. She had an inkling that the pup was special. What a cute moppet she is. Her mind is going through the events of the day. Mistress Sable feels that prickle again then hears a maniacal laugh. Her hair stands on end and she feels an electrical current move about the chamber. Her eyes flash with a bit of a blue flame as she calmly makes her way closer to her companions. She smiles with fire in her eyes.” I think we may have an unwelcome guest in our midsts. Shall we all have a bit of fun? “ Sable draws a gun out of her boot,
small compact but powerful loaded with blessed silver bullets. Sable is ready for some action and a touch of revenge against the nasties being sent to play.

McMillin writes:
I pull my long knife.. polished and look into the reflections.. shadow men. Lurking at the edge of darkness and the flickering light. I motion to Doc, and Sable.. show the refractory dismal beings.. yes yes I have my little tricks too.. I whisper..think Ms Moon dancer can illuminate the issue.. or have any sunlight bombs?

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
Dr Ghinton walks up to Mistress Sable and casually peers over her shoulder. She turns with a stunned expression and if she would have fires the pistol, she would have nearly puts a hole through my middle. 
I casually remind her that bullet, even silver, do not effect spectral beings.  The non-corporeal have no solid mass to be pierced, unlike my waistcoat.

Mistress Sable Writes:
Sable is a bit disappointed. But knowing it’s only shadow people makes her giggle again. I really wanted to take out some of my pent up aggression on some nastiness. But I am sure you are correct to have Ms Moon work her magic and rid us of or visitors. I am going to retire. Sable goes to her tent and rears for the evening she uses some of the energy she has to put up a protective barrier on the cave entrance. Although Moxie is capable Sable doesn’t want any more wolves Mekong an entrance.

McMillin Writes:
While shadow people can frequent caves, I ponder their closeness and the feeling of unease we all have. The prickliness to the air, the tension that is running up my spine.
The wolf, the storm, then these shadow men .. feel like tests to assess us see our power, check our team work, look for vulnerability? I feel like a rat in a maze. I need to discuss this with all sooner than later.
Have we checked Hugo for tracers, binding spells and our new found pup. They are from this cursed place, I don't believe either are willing pawns, but it doesn't mean opportunity hasn't been taken with those that have ill intent knowing the benevolent nature for innocence of this crew.
I feel Sable in my head.. "you can just ask verses mucking through my thoughts" I internally say. With a look and nod her way. Perhaps we should be as Luddite as possible until we get to Sussex or the sub.. not to give away to much... yes I know..no fun.. . I got to find Maria. I have some loose gun powder mixed w sage, thyme.. Lavender. And a bit of sacramental oil. .. mix it up into a puddy paste the balls w Wicks.. The bright flare and dispersal of cleansing smudging herbs should help our dark guests leave this plane for a bit.. Where I wanted to conserve resources ..has been outweighed by wanting to keep our aces hidden.

I may have added to much magnesium into the flare balls.. especially with the way it reacts to dampness.. thought I would test light on two unlucky shadows I found.. the results we will say illuminated the situation very well. Hopefully I didn't blind anyone.
Hmm that wasn't very Luddite of me. Or with my intent of measured response. What's that about best laid plans.
There is a snicker from a corner at my failed attempt at prudent measures..
I feel a bit impish ..I brushed off my boots some of the burning embers..
I mutter well they have exited this world.. I come close to the fire. Boots up..whiskey out.. my dog is curled up w Hugo..still licking fingernails.
I take the it from the flask . Smells of vanilla,Carmel and maple smokiness. It is smooth with just a bit of burn so you know it's for real.
Time to sleep. I saw the Deacon up.. seemingly in a meditation or something.

The Deacon Writes:
The Deacon, taking a somewhat passive role as of late due to healing now steps forth. Quiet and with purpose, he detached and clicked on the Necropathic Spectrograph to assist in tracking whatever foe if it be from beyond the grave.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Upon rising, still within the confines of the cave. I look around and see our band is still resting. The fire has gone out, it’s quiet; Except for the sounds of breathing and a tiny little sound of snoring.  I look closer, following the sound and sure enough it’s Moxie, curled up and snoring. 
I quietly reach for my pack and pull out the last of the coffee. “yet another reminder that I am so very ready to be finished with this adventure.” 
I assume Hyde has more, in his pack, I just don’t wish to indulge and leave the rest of the camp without. So I put it back for the moment. 
Our events last evening with the non-corporal beings, which I assume was Jack, keep haunting my thoughts.  I cant be sure why he is so determined to undermine our quest. Is there a bigger order to this series of events? Hopefully we can find some clues as to why he persists and why we cant seem to be free of his taunting. 
Suddenly I feel a strong urge to speak with Mr Hyde about the background of his employer Bishop Twilight.  I feel there is a clue to our mystery which lies within that perception and history. I by far do not suspect that the bishop has anything directly to do with our problems with Jack, but more so I suspect the bishop knows more than has been brought to light. 
But for now, we will focus on getting off this mountain and back to civilization. 
The sunrises and the camp comes to consciousness, After a chat with The Deacon, we return to the fire which is now burning bright and I do indeed take the last of my coffee ration and prepare it for all of us to share. 
Dr. Ghinton sets down with a cup and inhales the aroma, “There's just something about a cup of coffee prepared over an open fire” Dr Ghinton says. 
Dr. Ghinton continues to observe as others come out of the cave. One by one finding their way to the camp fire and a warm cup. (at least those who indulge in coffee, grab a cup) 
Dr. Ghinton remarks that the shadow people seemed, as McMillin had pointed out to be observing us and collecting information for some other purpose. “But, I am sure there was also another presence along with them.  The smell of ozone is the sure clue. 
We cant be off this mountain too soon and back in a better controlled environment.” 
As the Doctor sees Mistress Sable coming out of her cocoon, he walks over and politely thanks her for the offering of the Schnapps. He also explains that when magic is used to manifest an item, that item is based on the palate and desires of the one conjuring the item. Therefore, the schnapps in this bottle is aligned with your palate and doesn’t exactly taste the same as that which I desire. Perception, as you know taints everything. We all look at the camp fire, yet we all see a different fire all together and magic is very much effected by personal observation and perception. “So, I thank you very much for your offer, but it does not taste the way it should” Says the Doctor. 
Dr. Ghinton walks back to the camp fire and speaks to everyone in hearing range. “I think we need to be cautious and not step on one another’s toes for the reminder of the journey. We each have our own unique skills and abilities and we should focus those toward keeping ourselves safe.  What might seem like aid to another, without their consent, may in fact, become a hindrance to that individuals unique skill. So let us be mindful of how we interact not only for the sake of safety but for the respect of one another. I state this for this reason; In some situations a magic based protection shield blocks the senses, hindering those who need to feel beyond themselves. This becomes a hinderance rather than support. So, I ask to please consider the others in ones own actions and desires.”

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
The final leg of the journey moves quickly. Everyone is eager to reach Sussex and that offers motivation to our steps. 

Upon arrival we walk cautiously into the city. Dr. Ghinton is focused on finding a board house, so he can get cleaned up and hopefully take a short nap. His next steps will be to find a distillery and purchase his favorite bottle, maybe 2, of schnapps. He prefers the Butterscotch over the rest. 
And then the intention is to rejoin the group at a local pub, for an ale or cider.  “We can discuss our plans for making the trek to New York while there.” he mutters to himself. 

Dr Ghinton is successful in finding the Board house, He does indeed take a bath and put on fresh clothing and heads out to the distillery. They do indeed have exactly what he is seeking. He’s over joyed to have his Butterscotch back in his possession. His tasting it is immediate and the flavor is perfect, exactly as expected. 
As he is walking down the street, heading to the pub on the corner, where the adventurers had planned to meet. He suddenly feels as if someone or something steps into his path.  He pauses and looks around mystified that this sensation was as strong as bumping into  another person.  
He stopped for a moment and records the date, time and occurrence in his journal. 
Then proceeds on to the pub, to meet his friends. 
Still thinking about the encounter on the street, he takes a moment to consider it might have been Mr. Hydes tormentor, “Claude” that had bumped into him.  Dr. Ghinton quickly takes assessment of his personal wares and checks his pocket to be sure, nothing was placed or taken during the event.  All is as it should be. Nothing missing, nothing odd. 

As he enters the pub, he spies his friends at a table in the back. He approaches and takes a chair.  “so glad we are here and safe” He says. 
He then proceeds to tell them of his experience on the street. 

The Doctor goes on to explain: “we also need to discuss the Time Dilation Device Ozone trace.  This isn’t just a natural occurrence. It’s a sure fire way to know that a device such as mine is being used.  The second clue is the fact that once the device has been used in a specific location, the device cannot be used there again for a number of hours.  At the various times, we’ve encountered the scent of Ozone, I checked my device and it was completely inactive. Meaning, someone or something had used a similar device. If any of you have further questions about the Time device, please feel free to ask.” 

Mr. Hyde Writes:
I'm glad we've started our final descent off this mountain. Deacon is correct, this mountain is cursed. I find myself wandering up to doc along our walk. We both know what can happen if someone is using a time device without knowing how to use it. It muddles time and space. We could run into dinosaurs in Essex. A Megalodon while we're on the sub or a race of talking apes in New York. Anything can happen. I hate to say it but we're going to have to tell the gang we have to find it I tell doc. The good doctor nods and says when we get to Essex will let them know. Perhaps over drinks. We continue our walk in silence.

As we're waiting for doc to arrive we sit patiently making small talk. A waitress approaches the table and ask if we need anything I answer I need a whiskey and water. I point at McMillan and say she'll take the whiskey and I'll have the water. I look at my company wondering if we'll still be together or if this was a once in a lifetime thing. I see Dr. G walk in and I know soon my question will be answered.

Maria Stewart Writes: 
Maria can't handle her liquor and becomes drunk... She laughs inappropriately during the important dialogue and passes out with her head on one of the gentleman's shoulders.
Dr. Ghinton Writes:
Mr. Hyde, looks like you have made a solid friend for life there. 
Mr. Hyde Writes:
I look at doc and say what do we do with Maria? We can't leave her here. Is someone going to take her to her room and tuck her in? I look around the table for a volunteer.

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Well, sir, I suggest, You and I and Ms Watson take the initiative to help Ms Stewart to her boarding house. We shall do the lifting and provide escort,  once there, Ms Watson can assist Ms Stewart to change and be placed in bed.

Ms. Watson Writes:
Moxie and I get Maria settled into her room with the gentlemen's help. Once we assure that she is safe and her room securely locked, I head to my room with Moxie trotting along beside me. Once inside the room, she makes herself comfortable on the bed while I bathe and assess the fading bruises and scratches left over from our escapades. The bruises are a rather lovely rainbow of colors, I think. With rest in a real bed within reach, I realize that I am bone weary - a deep fatigue settles over me as I crawl in beside Moxie and get comfortable, "You'll keep us safe, right?" I ask as I scratch her ears. Her responding yip makes me smile, "Good girl." She finds a comfortable spot and sighs contentedly, falling quickly to sleep. I cover her up with the blanket and am soon fast asleep as well.

McMillin Writes:
I am grateful for the whiskey and nod thanks.. After our discussion and agreement with the time piece and possible watchers.
I wonder if this is the moment to discuss my temporal displacement and truth as it may affect current events.
I will think upon this as I walk to the stable. Mac lops by my side through the winding streets. We are be’n tracked. Mac has a low quiet growl . "Easy".. We enter the stable door.
I greet the attendant and pass a few coins to be alone with my horse. It has been agreed upon for me to send Reign ahead to my contacts at Covent Markets Stables.
I whisper see you in a few days my friend.. I touch the brand and whisper "fosgailte" the portal opens and Reign walks through as if I had opened the gate to the pasture.

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
I approach Mr. Hyde and quietly place my hand on his shoulder and whisper. “I think you should take the opportunity to move Junior to the safety of the Manor while we are here in the city. These people will not accept him as we do.”

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Early the next morning I go to the coach service in town and make arrangements for passage back to New York. We once again hire an Electric Carriage to carry our party across the countryside to arrive in New York. 
The journey takes several hours and is much more comfortable than a horse drawn vehicle. 
Many Conversations are had as we make progress toward our final destination and then to board Captian Delatoche’s underwater vessel. 

While we are seated in the Electric Contraption, I address the point that Junior has been moved to a safer location and that he will be joining us at a later date and time. I mention that we took the precaution for his own safety. “Other towns people would not have accepted the old boy as we have, they don’t know him as we do.”

I go further to point out that we have some additional investigation to perform to determine the root cause of some of the events in question on our journey. “I’m still not settled with the Ozone situation. It needs to be further studied.” 

I then address the question of what might be known about Bishop Twilight’s hidden agenda.  “I believe he has more information than he is releasing to us.” 
Mr. Hyde... "what can you tell us about the Bishop that we dont already know?" 

Mr Hyde Writes: 
I inform the group there isn't to much to tell. He keeps to himself in his office when in the manor. You always must ask for a meeting with him, you can't just enter his office. I tell everyone he's a part of a higher order but I've never seen them. Each Bishop is in charge of their on sector of time and space. Other than that it's pretty much a know as you need to know bases.

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
“I see, yet another situation where there are more questions than answers. I shall do some digging and see what I can come up with. There has to be some records of some type which details the Order in which the Bishop is associated. If they exist, I am sure they can be located and studied. Thank you, Mr Hyde.”

Mr. Hyde Writes:
While riding in the electric coach I strike up a conversation with Maria. The conversation is Hyde then Maria unless stated differently.
“Would you like to try my sour balls? They might help settle your stomach from last night's ordeal.”
“Hugo I don't feel like your off color humor right now.” Maria then notices the white paper bag in Hugo's hand.
“There was a candy and nut shop a few doors down from our hotel. I've got some lovely nuts I'll be happy to share once we get settled in on the captain's vessel.”
Maria looks into the bag, pulls out a purple ball, pops it in her mouth and with a shy smile she says you're incorrigible Mr. Hyde. Simply incorrigible.

Mistress Sable Writes:
Sable sits quietly listening to the hum of conversation. She smiles a bit at the conversation between Mr Hyde and Maria . Maria is lovely and fascinating. Sable clears her throat and asks if she may have a ball also. It feels awkward to Sable to interact with her companions. She isn’t sure how she will be received by the band of travelers. She is at times regal and at others wild and a bit reckless. She laughs at Mr Hyde’s surprised look as she holds out her gloved hand. Sable is dressed again in a fine traveling frock. Come now Mr Hyde did you think I was without humor? She giggles again. Something she has done a lot of lately. Hearing it Sable decides it sounds lovely and mayhap she should do it more often.
Mr. Hyde Writes:
Mr. Hyde extends the white paper bag to Sable slightly surprised. She sort of scares him. She made him think of someone you didn't want to upset. Help yourself Sable. You're welcome to my sour balls and nuts as long as I have them. She smiles and I know everything is going to be okay.

Mistress Sable Writes:
Why Mr Hyde you are too kind I am very fond of you, you did keep me from bleeding out you know. Just know I will always be very fond of you. And those balls and nuts of yours.... She winks and giggles again. She turns and looks at Maria it will be nice to get to become acquainted with you I’m afraid I do not get the chance to converse much these days. 

Dr Ghinton Writes:
Within a few hours, the carriage pulls up in front of the carriage house and we disembark. We have made it to New York. Finally.  Civilization.

I think to use Captain Delatoche’s communicator to call ahead and let him know we have arrived in the fair city. This will give him enough time to make port and await our arrival at the pier. 

“Captain Delatoche! We have made it to the city, we will be awaiting your call to allow us to come aboard at your convenience. We intend to stop for a bit of ale at the pub near the port. It shall be good to see you good sir!”

Dr. Ghinton Writes:
After the message has been broadcast, I continue to rejoin the party as we walk along the streets to the Pub near the port. 

We are seated and order our preferred beverages of choice. Each of us expressing our pleasure at finally arriving in a more civil and controlled playing field. 

Suddenly, with excitement, Dr. Ghinton speaks out.  “I smell it!  The Ozone!  Do you smell that? He’s Here!!!”

No sooner than speaking the words a familiar laugh is heard in the distance. 

We all look to one another and sigh…   

​Ms Watson proclaims, “The Game is Afoot!” 

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