
Lionel Ravenstone |

Looking through Scarlet's background, it seems unlikely that Arthur would have a connection to her father. The impression I got was that he was a noble of some station, so any connection that they could've had probably wouldn't have been enough to bring him into the party.
I think the idea of Arthur being a regular at Jakob's bar seems like the most plausible and tangible connection to the party.

Scarlet Grey |

That's fine :) However, the thing with the military is that it was a great equalizer. There were men of poor station along with rich. The rich may have moved up quicker (due to connections), but if someone was of good moral standing, there's no reason her father wouldn't know them. Just putting that out there.

John Billings Bryant |

Nobles were generally always officers but they would still know at least some of the soldiers. Most significantly, many officers had orderlies (later called batmen) who were regular soldiers assigned to serve an officer (almost similar to a footman or butler outside of the military). Being an orderly was a sought after position and officers and their batmen often got so close that the former would employ the latter after their service ended. If Arthur (or his father, or whatever?) was her father’s orderly that could be a fairly strong connection?

Mordecai Magrath |

A note to all my games:
I will be out of town starting tomorrow morning until next Tuesday morning (the 17th). I will be in a location entirely without internet and will be completely unable to post.
Since I have not yet been introduced in this game, if my introduction comes up, I will have to simply ask that you all are patient until my return.

The Raven Nevermore |

Mordecai, thank you for the update, enjoy your time away. I anticipate posting your lead in thread at some point over the weekend in Discussion. I look forward to your introduction shortly.
Arthur and Bairias, I likewise appreciate your patience and will be working through your introductions over the weekend.

Bairais Strigh |

no worries I know the game was at a harder spot to bring in new toons when I agreed to join. I still really wanted and want to play in it so I will wait .

Bairais Strigh |

To all USA based Happy Thanksgiving. TO all others help us celebrate a day of gratefulness. It is fun reading the story.

Bairais Strigh |

We are on small family group only restrictions and masks at all times. My wife and I are in full quarantine till sunday as we both got covid and were sick for about 1/2 a week. It wasn't fun its like the flu on steroids.

John Billings Bryant |

Our area is getting worse. We had tight restrictions when the opposite end of the state was getting slammed which were eventually loosened quite a bit. Now they're being tightened again by region instead of state-wide. My region isn't terrible but its getting worse.
Thanksgiving was weird. The food was great (I cooked, lol) but usually we have like 20+ people who come to our place for dinner and this year it was just us and my SIL and her fiance.

Bairais Strigh |

Just joking and seriously questioning whether Bairias has died of something off scene or if we will soon get a chance to hop in and play?
If not should I look for another game to join? I really am wanting to join this one or I wouldn't have stuck around waiting as long as I have.
Let me know.

John Billings Bryant |

@Raven- everything alright? I know you've got a lot going on with the kid and all but it's been a little while since your last post?
@Bairais- this has never been a very quick moving game. The three of us who are still playing have kind of said that we're on the boards anyways so we'll play it whenever updates come. If that doesn't appeal to you it might be worth looking for another game?

Javell DeLeon |

@Bairais- this has never been a very quick moving game. The three of us who are still playing have kind of said that we're on the boards anyways so we'll play it whenever updates come. If that doesn't appeal to you it might be worth looking for another game?
Yeah John's got it right. This is pbp, bud. There is no such thing as "fast". I mean, there have been games in the past that I was aware of and probably some going on right now with groups that do nothing but post all day but those kind of games are few and far between. And most people on these boards are a part of several games. I've known people who use to be part of near 50 games at one point. One dude on here was even RUNNING about 25 at one point. He burnt himself out of course. I think he's around 4 or 5 now.
Anyway, I digress. It'll happen you just got to wait for it. Patience is ABSOLUTELY KEY in pbp I'm going to tell you that now. And mine is horrible in RL to be honest. :P But not when it comes to pbp.
It's simply all part of it, bud.

The Raven Nevermore |

John Sorry, been a rough week between the little man and changing restrictions with Covid throwing my work world into further chaos. My continued apologies to you and all my players.
That said, a gameplay post is up in the main thread, and immediately below are the introduction threads for our new players. Bairais, Mordecai, and Arthur, thank you all for your patience. We will roleplay your scenes hear until they cross into the main thread. If all times out right, this should work. Here's hoping.
It had been a strange day at the London Hospital to be sure. You had come to the acclaimed medical center in Whitechapel several months ago, and to your surprise, they seemed more accepting of your unique approach to medical care. Chief among them was a skilled young doctor, Eric Pearson. Though not a senior member of the staff, he both came from a good pedigree and was an exceptionally skilled surgeon. To that end, more senior doctors frequently deferred to his insight. So when he signed off on you, you stopped receiving second glances from others on the staff, and the months since had been almost enjoyable.
But it had been more than a week since you'd seen Doctor Pearson. You had not thought anything of it at first, many people, especially those of status, will take time to themselves, travel to family estates outside the city, or engage in leisure pursuits. Still, no arrangements had been made for his departure, his surgical assignments were unattended to. You stepped n to help cover some of the load, happy to help him. But it was the incident you learned of this morning that gave you pause. Apparently the night before a young woman had come to the hospital seeking Doctor Pearson. She was a volunteer from an East End mission - you had heard the Doctor speak fondly of his work there, and even mention the young woman. She had come seeking him as well, concerned that he had not been there for his usual rounds.
It had left you more concerned. So you decided to track down the young woman at the mission, except the orderlies the night before had not recorded what mission she volunteered at. It had taken some digging that afternoon, but you'd managed to identify the Eternal Lady of Hope Mission as the location of Doctor Pearson's volunteer work. Arriving at the front door well after sunset, you enter and see many poor and infirm gathered, receiving soup and lodging for the night. After a few moments, and kindly, balding priest walks up, "Good evening sir, all are welcome here. I am Reverend Barre, the keeper of this mission. Have you come looking for someone, a loved one perhaps?"
You had been working on the case for nearly a week, and truth be told, found little to connect to anything else. The details your employer, the Honourable James Henry Dalziel, a MP in the House of Commons, had tasked you with locating his solicitor who had abruptly gone missing. The man, Reginald Wellesley, Esquire, assisted with both his political affairs and the running of his newspapers (both in Scotland and London), and thus not only a colleague, but also a personal friend to the MP. Dalziel had actually seemed to have half a mind to himself, a rarity from what you'd seen among most politically minded individuals. Plus, the pay was good.
But there had been almost no clues whatsoever. He had been in attendance ay a gentleman's club for a evening a week past, had chosen to walk home alone to enjoy the fresh air, but had never reached his destination. You'd spent hours interviewing his acquaintances from that night, rewalked multiple paths he could have traveled, yet still found nothing except his pocket watch, one link in the chain broken, about halfway along the walk back. No other signs of a struggle, certainly nothing obvious, like a body or blood.
Then, not an hour ago, you'd heard four bobbies chirping about as you were eating your evening meal in the pub. There'd been a strange attack of some sort the night prior, in the middle of the street, with no evidence to be found. And the man, left blind and half mad. 'Sure, the pair are running their mouths to impress their friends, they likely had it all wrong, but... wait... did they mention Sterling?' Inspector Sterling had been a wet behind the ears patrolman when you met, but that was years ago. Now, he was a premier investigator for Scotland Yard. Not that that meant anything really. He was not completely inept, putting him miles above his fellows, yet had the cognitive capacity of a neanderthal. Still, if his strange case was related to yours, you could likely work him for some details.
Hustling to Scotland Yard, you made it through the front with the typical bit of reservation from the duty officer. Now, you awaited Inspector Sterling. "Mordecai, old friend, what trouble have you gotten yourself into, eh?" You hear the loudmouthed inspector greet you as he walks into the room.
It had been some time since you'd been discharged and moved on into life in London, yet it had done little to settle your soul. Whatever strange manifestations had occurred for you had seemed to fade. And yet, there was also something lingering in the corner of your mind, like a whisper in the dark, but you just can't seem to wrap your consciousness around it. Yes, you'd managed to manifest some echo of what you'd been able to do in Burma, but it frightened you as much as it excited you. And what to do with it? Honestly.
You'd been making some coin singing in pubs, enough to keep a roof over your head at least. A couple days before, you'd run into an old army buddy, who happened to be in the pub where you' performed. He said it wasn't right, what the officers had done to you. You'd saved men, plain and simple. Luck, skill, God, who knows. But he had an idea. He knew a retired officer in the city, right proper one, who cared about men. He was going to see what he could do to help you out, maybe get you a job or something.
So it was that you were meeting Jennings at he same pub again, The Broken Bow, on the edge of Whitechapel. Walking in, it looked much like the filthy mess it had been when you'd performed a few days prior. After a moment, you spot Jennings sitting in the corner, a pair of flagons in front of him. Waving to you, he slides over so you can take the near seat. "So, Artie, how are you? Any new wonders to be told?!"

Mordecai Magrath |

No worries! I've been reading along cheerily. This looks to be a very intensive RPing game so I'm happy for you to take things at your pace.
That being said I won't be able to read and respond to that spoiler until tomorrow, got a very busy evening ahead of me.

Bairais Strigh |

I have a full day but hope to be able to post on my introduction later tonight. If not I will get it tomorrow morning.
I am excited to join in.

Lionel Ravenstone |

Arthur gives a slim smile but shakes his head, "Been quite some time since I had wonders to share, my friend." He takes one of the flagons, raising it in a slight toast before taking a drink, "How've you been? London's no regimental camp, but the drudgery seems to wear on like it is."

Peter Caffrey |

Merry Christmas, everyone!
Still not clear here. I'm hoping to catch up in the new year.

Bairais Strigh |

merry halloween and a happy christmas. ... I hate when my fingers mis type

The Raven Nevermore |

Good evening and Happy New Year, one and all.
It is with a heavy heart that I sit at my keyboard tonight and face the reality that, between the continued complications following my wife's c-section and the changing face of my work environment, I simply do not have the ability to continue to run this game and need to step away from the boards as a whole. I am sorry to have dragged this on for so long, leaving you all in the lurch. To those who started this game on day 1, thank you for being a part of the story. For those that had hoped to join in, thank you for taking interest. I am sorry that I cannot provide an experience for each and every one of you at this time.
May you all find joy and wonderment in your future gaming endeavours!
My Deepest Regrets,
- Oblivion's Scion

Javell DeLeon |

Yeah I sure hope and pray things get better for you and the family, Oblivion.
And thanks for the game, bud!
Hey, if you ever find yourself with time again and have an itch to pick this one back up, look me up. I mean, obviously none of us know what the future holds but if I'm still around I'd be willing to jump back in on this one any ol' time. Solid game with solid folks all around! Enjoyed your DM'ing and enjoyed rolling with my fellow roleplayers.
But if not or until then, be good! And stay safe. :)
Javell