"By all means, Mr Stone. Lead on."
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"Hmmm." Fitzroy ponders from over Stone's shoulder. "Egyptian. Well preserved too - or recently made. Been a long time since my Egyptology phase, but if you can give me twenty or thirty minutes in decent light I could probably puzzle it out."
George raises a single eyebrow in surprise, extending a hand to help Lucretia up. "An unusual talent, Miss Wyld.".
Fitzroy sighs "My kingdom for a locksmith."
"How would one get such an item in here?" George wonders "Yes - open it then."
George nods towards the door "Shall we?" he asks quietly.
Fitzroy, second in the line, coughs.
All good.
Fitzroy, gun in one hand and flickering torch tube in the other, steps after Mr Stone. His little dog follows at his feet.
Excellent. How many rounds did he get? Just need to know how much to husband resources.
@George Fitzroy, perhaps in my hiatus, you have forgotten to level up. George should be level 3. I believe I did! How embarassing :( It seems I prepared a sheet, but was holding off copying it across.Should all be good now. Am I right in remembering George asked for a pistol as his reward and got it (plus a few bonus rounds)
"If there's any of you more ready to go, some flammable oil wouldn't go astray." he calls, as he turns to retire to his room.
preparation:
Been a while, but I believe George got a pistol and some rounds? He'll be using that. He'll also take long enough to prepare and cast Mage Armour, assuming he can get spy-free time. 'Fitzy' looks perplexed "This cellar seems like a good start. I've little idea what we're fighting beyond what we already knew."
George looks conflicted "I suppose... If this thing intended Altair to die, he'll be dead already. If he is a hostage then preparations would be wise."
"I'm here" acknowledges Fitzroy "But what do we do about Altair?"
"I'm little use in a fight. We need to get Altair and get back the the parlour. Come on!" Fitzroy calls.
Fitzroy runs to a gas lamp, ripping his starched cardboard collar free as he does. Quickly he stuffs it into the open end of the glass lampshade.
mechanics: Seems like a move and a standard. Can he hand it off to someone to throw?
I've lost track - whose turn is it.?
Now we brace for impact, right?
behind the scenes: I put down a flint and steel in equipment. Is it okay to have that as matches? Lighters wont really be invented for another couple of decades. Additionally; what is the lightsource in here? Dark? Candles? Gas lamps?
Like a water carrier from the great battles of the Raj, Fitzroy grabbed two canisters of oil, and ran.
Hey, two questions
mechanics: A great many things are combustible! Sadly a gaslit house has done away with many of them - but on the other hand smoking is still a thing (matches), gunpowder can burn if not contained, and Lady Stonecraft may have the knowledge to identify herbal things she has that are flammable.
Sorry to hear that, Reagan.
mechanics: Would Fitzroy hear Lucretia's shout?
Yeah, sorry again all. You got this. I learned to play under GMs who loved to use decoys and red herrings. Made me pretty suspicious.
Sorry all, on reflection I am reminded a little too much of Army of Darkness.
Fitzroy turns to leave, then stops. With a single look he sizes up Lord Walker - all too aware of the target of this particular threat. "I'm sure they'll be fine. Allow me to see to Madame Horos. Lord Walker, if you will?"
I've gotten confused. Should I post now or wait until the people before me in init have done so?
Dr Fitzroy is torn. On the one hand sheer politeness all but requires him to participate. On the other hand, he knows enough of the occult to flinch at the idea of breaching the barrier between the living and the dead as dinner entertainment. In the end, with a fervent hop Madame Horos is simply a skilled charlatan, he participates.
on tour: "That's a good point, Stone. I will have a word with Lord Walker. I'm reluctant to send the carriage back without the herbs though. I think we might be racing the storm. Perhaps his lordship can convince her ladyship to let the good doctor depart with the herb he needs forthrightly." 'Fitzy' nods, allowing the familiarity. At the next possible moment he has a quiet conversation with Lord Walker - giving credit to Mr Stone.
Fitzroy bows politely "Madame."
Mechanics:
thanks for the update :)
For the record, this sounds like a job for Altair!
"Delighted to meet you, Lady Stonecraft." Fitzroy bowed low. "I have heard much about your greenhouses. Lord Walker was kind enough to offer to let me accompany him on his visit. I do hope I'm not intruding."
I'm easy. Feel like I've been enough trouble. Am I right that Revolver (5000gp) = £500 ?
"Perhaps..." Fitzroy falls silent for a moment "While I hate to put myself forward again, I have a comprehensive knowledge of natural science. It would be good to be on hand to observe this botanical specimen, as perhaps - if I can identify the taxonomy well enough - near relatives might also be viable." "As for what I require... I regret the need, but I think I'd like to trade my commission for a shotgun, or a revolver, or at least a brace of pistols. The mirrors certainly helped, but they are at best able to hold off our unholy enemy."
"I suggest Lord Walker call upon this botanist friend of his, see if she has any idea where this herb might be. It may prove instrumental in the treatment of Mr Fitch, as well as your brother."
"Of course Dr Wescott. Do you suggest we might want Dr Frankestein to assist me in the autopsy?" asks George politely.
"I'd be delighted to have a colleague to assist." Dr Fitzroy adds, not-so-subtly implying he considers it his specimen.
They know of Fitz, now.
Fitzroy sits silently through pre-dinner drinks, only speaking expected greetings and asking for a second timber-doodle. Preoccupied with his own thoughts he stares out the window - or into the gas-lit reflection of his own eyes. At dinner he finally speaks up. "You have here the sort of adventure I had always dreamed of as a boy. My time abroad showed me that the glory-tinged tales of warfare were frosting on a cake of mud. I see now that even my wildest fantasies render down into blood and violence when one dissects them."
date: Just to check, is this the same day as Edgar was wounded?
Well - Tom reveals he's a saint. George reveals he's a witch... bit of a difference.
I've used it.
I've run games mapless, if you're interested. Works okay, but requires some subtle rules changes. Can lead to less strategic play, but makes descriptions essential.
All good.
Oh - I'm more than happy to go to the Walker residence now. Tom's convinced me. We need to warn Walker and arrange for reinforcements.
the surgery:
'It was a brutal surgery' reflects Fitzroy, as he finishes washing his hand in the now-red water of the basin. "I commend you on your constitution, Mr Stone. Those wounds would have finished a lesser man. I've stitched the cuts and iced the bruises. There's little I can do about the blood loss. I'd order bed rest, if I thought I there was any chance you'd listen." "I doubt we can tail them safely - though I have a method that might work. Some of the superstitions regarding such creatures talk of mind control and possession - too dangerous to send a lone scout."
As they pass Fitzroy's decapitated "request" he stops. "I would quite like to autopsy one of these things. Perhaps we can identify more weaknesses."
GM DbS:
Are you okay with Protection From Arrows and Carrion Compass? Especially in the last case it could be quite dangerous. I'm also thinking about picking up EWP: Firearms I also am prepared to go with a majority decision :)
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