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We went back to talk to Dr Henry Conly to ask about the whereabouts of the fetus, but our direct inquiries into such a touchy subject offended him, I fear we will get no more information from him. We stopped by the Cincinnati courthouse to look up the records of the Cincinnati coroner's inquests. We started with the 6 murders that Shandra had told us about, and found a pattern that they had all taken place on Christian Holy days (All Saints day, Christmas day, Advent, etc.). When we used this pattern to search for other related victims, we over a dozen more. females from 15 years of age up to their late 20s. All lower class, ether street walkers, or in orphanages, or from lower class families. The murders started more than 3 years ago, and have grown steadily more gruesome. The original victims were often simply gutted, but others had their wombs extracted, and/or ovaries harvested. And all occurred on Christian holy days. In the more recent cases the butchery appears more expert. So far it appears that neither the police nor the press have tied these murders together. 

We decided to visit the univercity next. Paul forged up some documents for us. Mine was a letter of introduction on what appeared to be Cambridge University letterhead stating that I was a doctoral student in French Literature and requesting that I be given access to the papers (stored in the university of Cincinati archives) of a minor American poet of the last century, who is known to have corresponded with several French poets. 

Paul managed to draw the administrator off by asking her to show him the archives personally, and I guarded the door to the records rooms while McFly went into the student records and looked up Jacksons records, which he quickly memorized. This gave us all of his classes, his professors, and his grades.He was a member of the Rowing club, and the Dentistry club.  Most importantly, we learned that all three years of his attendance he was roommates with one Allonzo M Walling. McFly looked up Walling's records and found he graduated last May from the school of Business with a Bachelors in Business and a minor in Accounting. He was in the Chess Club, Honors list, and something called the Black Tie Association. He also looked up the Black Tie Association (a social club) and got a copy of their membership running back several years. 

In the meantime, Smyth was at a nearby pub to see what he could turn up, and observed somebody called "Al" exchange secret handshakes with two other guys. (James Wright  and Lazlo) 

Next stop, the library and the yearbooks!
No AP awarded.  

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2021-05-27T23:22:482021-05-27T23:22:48 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=18558#p18558 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables - McFly's Journal]]>
We headed to the Sin Sin Atti (sounds untoward) courthouse to get ahold of the coroner’s report. After juggling record books for a few minutes, an epiphany hit me. Actually, that was one of the books. However, getting hit on the head with a weighty tome made me realize I could open it up and read the words inside. Perhaps the smell of the records room had gotten to me.
These records started to paint an intriguing picture. All the women were murdered on holidays. Also, many of the female parts had been removed or damaged. There was enough skill used that we would narrow our search to hunters, surgeons, butchers, possibly a fencer. At least this keeps our search more contained.

Finally, we could head back to school. The great mustache made us forged credentials, a skill he just recently remembered he could perform. He made me a mellitologist, a researcher of bees. I am scared he has learned far too much about me already.
While mustache detective led the records lady away to the law section and photo hunter used all the diplomacy to allow me into the records room. Using my acute eidetic memory, I was able to remember Jackson’s student records, as well as the records of his roommate Alonso Walling and the entire membership of something called the Black Tie Association. Ah yes, this new Professor Boaty McBoatface persona is truly a marvel. Perhaps I will make the change official so people will take me seriously.

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2021-04-29T22:40:442021-04-29T22:40:44 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=18354#p18354 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables - McFly's Journal]]>
Basically this day was a good opportunity for party to talk to women while I stood in a corner. The detective talked to the blood spirit, the troll went on a date with a nice troll lady he met and the hunter spent some, ahem, quality time with the prostitute in question. Just to rub in the obvious sleight to my prowess with females living, dead or scientifically improbable, they plan on heading to a meat packing plant later today.

So what have we learned so far? Well, there is a headless ghost lady who was dressed like the lady of the night we questioned. She was apparently pregnant, but we have no idea where the baby is. At least 16 women have gone missing in the last few years. Pinkertons are not actually pink. You need a whole district to pack meat. I can shoot ghosts. Licking rivers is not as enjoyable as advertised. Farmers hate it when you throw their eggs at their windows. Everyone in this town has blessed my heart… twice. Although, that last one may have something to do with the number of ghosts here.

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2021-04-29T22:24:052021-04-29T22:24:05 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=18353#p18353 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables]]>
In the meantime I went to the brothel where Shandra is now working and negotiated a price with the madam, In the room I informed Shandra that I desired just conversation. I promised a very heavy tip for the story. She confirmed that Jackson had an accomplice. She was not certain what name he was using, other than that it was fake. She thinks it was Don, Shawn, or John or some such. She gave a good description of the accomplice.Dark hair and eyes, mediteranian complexion, foriegn accent (indeterminate). She had seen him and Jackson together at a party at the school. She thinks they were best friends and/or lived in the same dorms. She did not think he was studying dentistry or medicine, but thought he was studying something more bookish. Engineer, Architecture, or Accountancy maybe.

She said that Peril was drugged when she first arrived, flying higher than the clouds. Jackson was acting like a nervous twit, panicked. The other guy was cold and creepy. Kept saying it would all be fine, and to just follow the plan. He said that he had friends that would make sure it all worked out. She said he was an evil little F***, and that she would  not go into a room alone with him. She did not know if it was police laziness that made the police so uninterested in hearing  about an accomplice, or whether the guy really did have enough pull not to have to worry about a murder charge. She was certain t hat the guy came from serious money, Gave her $10 for her dress dress that was not worth 1/10th that. 

She said that Peril's case was notable mainly due to Peril's good family name. She was able to list 10 names of girls who simply disappeared in the last 3 years, and 6 more dead in particularly nasty ways. 
Meeting with DeAngilo was a waste of time. We learned nothing. Later that night we checked and found that the ghost had reformed. We kept our distance and did not engage. The ghost would arise from where the body was found, and seem to be reliving the end of her life. After falling to the ground where her body was found, it would get up and appear to search the area, maybe looking for something.before appearing to suffer her death again. We speculated as to what she was searching for, and had agreed it was probably her head, when Paul suddenly wondered if in addition to the head being missing, the baby might also have been taken from the scene. 

ToDo, meat packing plant. Check out school and dorm.  Find out who Jackson's friend was. 400 ap, plus 200, plus journals. 

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2021-04-16T08:23:422021-04-16T08:23:42 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=18225#p18225 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables]]> An excerpt from Lord Bentley Bootle's journal. 

We went to the seedy hotel and talked to Abbigale Foster, the desk clerk and several ladies of ill repute hanging around the lobby. We pretended to be researching a true crime novel. They  confirmed some of the things we already knew, and corrected us on others. They all claimed that another man visited Pearl and Jackson several times. The man was human, not quite 6ft  dark hair,  the same age as Jackson and dressed in the same type of clothes as college students. He came the 1st night with a bag of stuff, that was the day Jackson tried to abort the baby with cocaine, maybe this man brought it? The 2nd night the man was also there, in fact it was this 2nd man who called the taxi, but he did not depart in it. They said that after Pearl's dress was ruined by blood, they bought a new dress from a streetwalker named Shandra. Their story was mixed as to who bought it, some said it was Jackson, but others said it was the other man. The ones who said it was the visitor said that the other man seemed to already know Shandra. We might need to go looking for this Shandra person, she is a green eyed blond snark, about 5'6", curvy. She had an accent, probably british or a colony. She is now working in a more upscale area, but her coworkers gave us a few places to try. 

Paul, posing as the true crime writer, bought from the clerk the page where Jackson signed the registry (using a fake name). We went up (room 210), not expecting to find any clues, but only to familiarize ourselves with the scene. So dear journal reader, if, going through my photo negatives, you wonder why I have two photos of a seedy hotel room, they are "for the true crime book". 

McFly, did something weird (though scientific) with the inspectors magnifying glass, allowing the wielder to see into astral space. We all looked, but the strangeness and horror of the situation overwhelmed most of us. We all saw up to three images through the glass. They looked like spirits or demons. One was rolling around on the floor where we had spotted a faint bloodstain, crooning about how lovely blood is. Another looked like a sad, eyeless woman. She said it was very sad what they did to babies. She said she wanted to leave, so I asked her to follow me to a church. I left and asked the desk clerk where the nearest church was, and walked to it and stayed a few minutes, but the others tell me that the eyeless woman looked like she tried to follow me, but was unable to pass the doorway. 

The inspector managed to talk to the spirit who wanted blood (named Smoke), and it said it would tell us all about that night for several drops of blood. This sparked quite a debate, and I was rather glad that it was over by the time I came back. 

In addition to other ToDo, 
Deal with the spirit
track down Shandra, ask about the "other guy" who bought her dress. 
Exorcisms?  Can we find anyone who can do those here?

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2021-04-15T23:06:592021-04-15T23:06:59 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=18224#p18224 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables - McFly's Journal]]> We proceeded up to the room. I would consider the décor something akin to a fixer upper for psychopaths. Still, there was little evidence worth examining here. I, however, can access astral sight, with the proper medium. I looked for mirrors on the wall, as I figured the décor leant itself to such things, but no such luck. Luck is probably the wrong word.
The inspector offered me his magnifying glass and I thanked him while explaining there was a better than average chance it would be returned to him irrevocably damaged. He explained to me that if that happened I would need to purchase a new one. I explained that indeed he would need to purchase a new one. My science was strong on this day and the astral force glowed bright through his lens, which looked quite expensive before I started. Once I peered through the lens, I noticed a few odd things. Unfortunately, the room still had the same interior decorator. Also, a spirit with no eyes was running towards me and another was rolling around in a pool of blood. Strange, but just another day at the office for me. That wallpaper though…
Since I knew he wanted it so badly, I handed the magnifying glass back to the inspector so he could see the same horrible wallpaper up close. What slipped my mind is that mustache inspector, trolldier and photo hunter had not seen into the astral plane before. After looking into that strange new world for the first time, there were less than grounded in their reactions. I think the hunter went off to church to rediscover his religion. The soldier took a hard pass to this vision, but the inspector tried several times to engage with the spirits. I should have warned him this was a bad idea, as spirits often want blood, possibly other fluids depending on the spirit. None of these options is particularly desirable. In order to get more information from the one spirit enjoying a roll in a blood-soaked floor, the others considered giving it blood. It was at this point I realized having the untrained look into the astral plane was funny, but dangerous. I will have to explain in stronger terms that spirits rarely have the corporeal’s best interests in mind.

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2020-10-09T13:35:102020-10-09T13:35:10 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=16102#p16102 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables]]>
After leaving the group confirmed the bits that I had gleaned from the ghost. The heinous things done to her. That the head and womb were not recovered. I desperately hope that we can lay her to rest properly. So many awful things happened to her. Poor child, mislead by a monstrous human being.

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2020-10-08T23:12:502020-10-08T23:12:50 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=16096#p16096 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables]]> An excerpt from Lord Bentley Bootle's confidential report to the ministry. 

On the morning following our (first) encounter with the ghost, we called upon the county Coroner at his surgery which is attached to his home at (address).  Doctor Henry Conley is soft spoken to the point of tweedyness. A mild mannered Snark with glasses. He filled us in on many details. 

Miss Pearl Bryan was 5 to 6 months pregent at the time of her murder. Her condition was getting impossible to conceal, and she told her family she was going to spend some months visiting friends in another state. Unknown to her family however, she got off the train in Cincinnati and checked into a tawdry hotel (name and address), where she had arranged to meet once again with her lover Scott Jackson. There are indications that she still had hope that he would marry her. On that day, Jackson is known to have obtained a large amount of cocaine from his dental school, but he did not visit her until the following day, when it is believed that he laced her food with the cocaine in the hopes that it would kill the fetus. He returned the following day, and seeing that the cocaine had not worked, apparently attempted to surgically abort the baby, but was unable to. 

Jackson called a steam Taxi driven by George Dennison (Taxi Company name) whom we also interrogated. Mr Dennison described Miss Bryan as looking extremely intoxicated and incoherent. She was dressed in "streetwalker clothing". Mr Dennison said that he stopped the coach when he heard her moaning in distress, but when Jackson became angry and threatening he continued on for a while, but kicked them both out of the coach a short while before their final destination the (meat packing plant, name and address). Miss Bryan was moaning loudly, and in visible distress, but still practically unconscious. Dr Conley said that cocaine in her stomach was all that he could definitely detect, but at this point it seems clear that she was under the influence of other drugs as well. Mr Dennison said that her face was unmarked (no bruises) but when she got out of the coach she was bleeding heavily from the nether regions.  Dennison dropped them off about midnight a few blocks from the meat packing plant that was to have been their destination. The meat packing plant that Jackson told the driver their destination was closed at the time, it has staff from 6am to 7pm, and no night guard.  Jackson had a medium sized case with him. The weather was fine (a bit cloudy) and the moon was full. 

Her body was discovered at 5am a little above a block away from where it was dropped off. It did not have a head. The head had been removed with a bone saw while she was still alive. We feel that she must have been drugged heavily, or at least one other person held her down. Jackson never admitted to co-conspirators. The uterus had been removed with evidence of surgical attempts made the day before death, and immediately before death.  Due to the head being missing, it was very difficult to identify the body. It was finally identified a week later by a Pinkerton Agent Anthony Lowery, who managed to track down every regional purchaser of a certain unusual brand/size of shoe the corpse was wearing. 

Neither Dr Conley nor Mr Dennison saw any signs that Jackson was attempting black magic, voodoo or any other sort of dark art. Neither saw any signs of anything other than a particularly gruesom attempted abortion and murder. However it is speculated that taking a womb could be part of a ritual to extend life, create it, or raise the dead. 

To Do: Check out seedy hotel. Find out what happened the three days there. Find out what became of Perils things and where she got the "streetwalker dress"
Talk to Pinkerton agent.
Every night check if ghost is gone for good, or has reformed.
Check out meat packing plant.
Check for other missing girls.

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2020-10-08T19:02:242020-10-08T19:02:24 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=16093#p16093 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables - McFly's Journal]]> Upon entering his office, I prepared the mighty quip of “The inspector mustache you some questions”, but was cut off by the inspector beginning to ask said questions. Annoying. The coroner was very proud of his book of butterflies. Perhaps these were used to frame the deceased in a more flattering light. Personally, if I were a decaying corpse, being surrounded by butterflies would make me feel slightly better. True, I would still be dead, but fabulously adorned.
After a bit of pressing, the coroner revealed that cocaine was involved in an attempt to terminate the ghost lady’s unborn child. However, the culprit then removed her head, so things definitely escalated quickly. The baby was then stolen for unknown reasons. I am starting to understand why a coroner would want to look at lovely pictures of butterflies in their off hours.
The coroner tried to calm Spell Lady’s nerves with laudanum, thus confirming that anyone can get a doctorate these days. I really should have called him out on this, but was thrown by the previous conversation. Missed opportunities all around today.

Our next stop would take us to Cincinnati, to meet the steamcoach driver from the night of the murder. According to the driver, he picked up killer and victim around 11 pm and dropped them off at midnight near the meat packing plant. The body was found around 5 am. This information may be useful, although I tend to believe time is a flat circle and this is all arbitrary. I place it here in my journal simply to prove I was listening. Technically, someone is paying me for this.
While we were investigating, Photo Hunter learned more about the meat packing plant and helpfully gave me more times I can log in this journal. They open at 6 am and close at 7 pm. There is also no night guard as no one think to steal from a meat packing plant. However, the people here have never met us. Our plans to investigate the plant tonight are already underway. Perhaps we can liberate some cows. I suddenly have the inspiration to weaponize a herd with gatling guns and plate mail. I shall call it The Moolitia. Oh yes, this shall be a wonderful night indeed!

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2020-09-18T00:24:592020-09-18T00:24:59 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=15713#p15713 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables]]>
We figured out that the heinous murder happened at the Southern Licking bridge. We set out shortly after a late supper to investigate the area to see if a ghost showed itself.

The ghost was feminine in form, and attacked as soon as I acknowledged her. She attacked Lord Bentley almost immediately.

The battle seemed to stretch on for eternity, but in the end we managed to banish it. That is when the worst happened...

[Graphic part]
Her energy dissipated hit us. I could feel what happened, my womb being torn out. Shortly after pain across my neck. Oh Gods, this is horrid. Then blissful darkness.

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2020-09-17T21:14:492020-09-17T21:14:49 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=15711#p15711 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables]]> Lord Bently's journal continues.

After comparing notes, there was a lot we still did not know. Nobody in town had mentioned a ghost to us. Hastings had not even mentioned if the ghost was male or female. Was the supposed ghost poor murdered Pearl Byren? or of executed Scott Jackson? We had no clue. We did however think that it was most likely the Southern Licking bridge that was most likely to be the site of the haunt. After a late dinner we all walked to the bridge. I figured that if the two met here, the nearby farm might be the home to one or the other of the young dead people, the name on the farm's mailbox said "Pendlington". 

I had scarcely returned to the bridge when we all saw a feminine figure without a head come up from the embankment. It silently but rapidly approached, filling me with a sense of dread. Miss Withakay stepped forth to attempt to greet it, but it wordlessly stalked past her and struck at me with clawed fingers. The fingers disappeared into my chest like knives of ice. I fired my revolver twice, without effect. In fact once I clearly saw the bullet strike a tree on the far side of the translucent figure, the bullet clearly having passed through the figure without the slightest impediment or effect. Everybody else was also doing what they could, which was not much. Griffiths called for a retreat, and McFly followed him. but then I noticed that Miss Withakays' spells did in fact seem to be having some sort of effect upon the spector, and that its spectral clothing was showing signs of bleeding wounds. I stepped back into the fray hoping to distract the ghost, so that it would attack me instead of Miss Withakay. This I was somewhat successful in, in that I attracted several vicious swipes from the things claws, and managed to dodge a few more. My punches were as ineffective at dealing actual damage as my bullets were, but I did successfully draw blows away from Miss Withakay. 

I must say that Miss Withakay was quite ferocious. She took several mighty hits and also exhausted herself channeling her arcane energies. McFly returned to the fray at a distance, and it turned out that his weird lightning gun could also affect the ghost, the problem is that mcFly could rarely hit the thing. I wish he had simply handed the one gun that actually worked to me so that I could have shot the thing. The others were singularly unhelpful, nether contributing, nor even attempting to draw attacks away from those who could effectively fight. I was sorely afraid that the thing would overwhelm Miss Withakay and myself while Griffiths and Smyth simply stood there watching. Eventually, on her last legs, Miss Withakay summoned a last mighty blast of eldritch energy which caused the ghost to falter, fall, and dissipate, fading from sight even as it struck the ground. At this I felt a creepy feeling wash over me, but some of the others described a feeling as if feeling their head being chopped off. Miss Withakay (once she woke up, because she fell unconscious) described feeling not only her head chopped off, but her uterus being ripped out. 

We examined the area where the ghost fell quite carefully, but we found no residue, sign, or token. I examined my flesh where the icy claws had ripped into me, and am amazed to find unbroken flesh and no bloody wounds.

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2020-09-17T20:22:122020-09-17T20:22:12 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=15710#p15710 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables - McFly's Journal]]>
Upon visiting the bridge in the dark of night, we quickly came upon a headless woman, semi-transparent and moving towards us. A quick amount of deduction led me to conclude this was the ghost. Although we initially tried to reason with this spirit, it was far more interested in attacking us. While bullets and punches seemed to do virtually nothing, I tried shooting it with The Fires of St. Elmo, thinking an energy weapon would be more effective. It did not appear to work, nor did my attempts to talk with or intimidate the specter. Around this time, I felt it best to shuffle off from the battlefield after Inspector Mustache, who was the first to retreat. Once down the road a bit, we looked back to see the Trolldier but no sign of Spell Lady and Photo Hunter. Since there was still some apparent fight left in the team, we resigned ourselves to join the fray yet again, although I would notably be joining at a distance.
The ghost was much worse for wear from the time we retreated and it now seemed that spells and energy attacks were proving effective. With renewed confidence the F.O.S.E. would damage the spirit, I took aim again. This time, my attack seemed to make visible progress against her. Better yet, I failed to hit any of my teammates, I rare thing in my experience. Although the hunter took some wounds and Spell Lady nearly dropped from the continued assault of stun attacks she was doing, we were finally able to kill the ghost. Now, I feel it is important to note that the ghost was murdered after it was already a ghost, a unique distinction from the first example. You see how important these facts are now, don’t you?
A wave of crippling energy burst forth from this spectral being before it seemingly evaporated, leaving the inspector and lady reeling. I remained perfectly fine. In fact, the worst part of my evening so far was having a couple rounds of tickle fighting with the ghost, which was more a confusing experience than an outright negative one.
Examining the ground where it fell, we found no trace of what was once a formidable opponent. This was a good time to return to our quarters, so we are well-rested when we inevitably return tomorrow night. Will the ghost be there anew? Will it be banished forever? Is it afraid of commitment? These and many more questions awaited answers.

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2020-09-07T07:03:032020-09-07T07:03:03 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=15494#p15494 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables]]> Lord Bentleys journal. 

We wrapped up our investigation of the Sphinx for now. We went to the abode of Charlie Newman, whom the zoo had told us brokered the sale of the lion in question. We talked to his wife who said he was out drinking the money he had gotten from the sale of a snake. We checked local bars and the others found him and he sold them the name of the dealer he purchased the lion from, a "Hakuhusu" in the port city of Mombasa Kenya. Having decided that we had learned all that we could at present without a trip to Africa, we decided to leave NY for Kentucky. 

The train journey took about 20 hours, and we obtained sleeper berths to Cincinnati, then took local transport to Covington, just across the Licking river from Ft Thomas. In Covington we obtained rooms at the Nice Elm Inn. Ft Thomas and Covington are sleepy bedroom towns just across the Ohio river from Cincinnati, the Ohio is an impressive body of water. 

Our mission was to investigate reports of a ghost haunting a bridge in Ft Thomas, see what the truth of the situation is, and possibly put the ghost to rest if we can, but mostly Hastings just wanted us to figure out what is going on. Apparently there are increasing reports of supernatural activity, and ours is part of a broader effort to get a greater understanding of the phenomenon. Our brief was very unspecific, including not mentioning which of the several bridges in and around Ft Thomas was the one that was haunted. 

The story was hard to investigate because the residents of the area were sick and tired of the notoriety, and to a man and woman refused to say anything which would spread the story. To them it was old news, and they were all more than ready to move on. Our cover stories as reporters turned out to be a very poor choice due to the dislike of reporters the towns had developed.  The local paper, the Covington Post had faced a boycott until it agreed to stop running any more stories referencing the incident, and the whole town was giving the collective cold shoulder to any non-local reporters who dared admit who they were. 
However by circuitous methods we eventually started to piece together the story. Apparently, one year ago Pearl Bryan (pregnant and as yet unmarried) was murdered by her lover. Her lover, Scott Jackson a dental student was arrested, tried, and 6 months ago executed for her murder. Both young people were from fairly good families, but Scott had had run-ins with the law. The version of the story we got was that Pearl and Scott had agreed to elope together, and Pearl had left her family expecting to go to Cincinnati with Scott to be married by a justice of the peace. She met him near the farmhouse one or the other of them lived in, next to the Southern Licking Bridge. There, instead of eloping to Cincinnati, he reportedly most heinously beheaded her alive. This took place on the Ft Thomas side of the Southern Licking Bridge. 

While researching this in a newspaper archive, our investigator Paul Griffith has become convinced that there was something weird that either the coroner or the authorities are trying to cover up, probably something to do with the baby. But he can't figure out what it is without questioning the coroner. 

500 for 2 weeks. + 2 journals. 

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2020-09-03T20:19:342020-09-03T20:19:34 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=15426#p15426 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables - McFly's Journal]]>
Once at Mr. Tuckey’s estate, we settled in and began our quest: to uncover the truth behind a ghost story that may be real. According to legend, there is a ghost that has been haunting the Licking River. Why you would lick a river is beyond me. Perhaps that is how you become a ghost. Details were scarce at this point.
While the others went on fact-finding missions, I felt it was better to go straight to the source and wandered over to the Licking River. After several minutes of contemplation, I attempted to lick the river, which I regretted instantly. This mission had already put a bad taste in my mouth, literally. As I stood back in a recoiled horror, I glanced around at the surrounding area. For the most part, this river was home to a myriad of farms. Since there was nothing else to observe, I figured peering into the astral would help at this point. But no medium for which I could do so was present.
And then an idea hit me. Farms usually have milk and milk is placed into bottles. So if I could pinch a milk bottle, I could use it as a lens for astral observation. But this seemed an odd farm, with no milk bottles or any other loose glass lying around for strangers to pick up. So I did the only sane thing and imbue a chicken egg with astral sight gel and hurl it at a shed window. While it was masterfully crafted as always, there was nothing in the astral over the river. Also, the smell of this farm reminded me far too much of the taste of that river. It was time to leave before someone with a pitchfork started asking questions. I have been down that road far too many times, I must say.

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2020-08-28T20:08:032020-08-28T20:08:03 http://fasagames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1272&p=15327#p15327 <![CDATA[Re: 1879: The Expendables]]> Lord Bentley Bootles Journal.

Lord Hastings sent us a new colleague, a Paul Griffith, using the identity of Paul Cromwell, an Interpol detective. So far we have not exchanged real histories, but he seems very comfortable calling himself police. He arrived here in NYC on an airship that arrived less than 24 hours after our airship, so went directly to the zoo to meet us. 

So far we have visited the zoo two mornings in a row. We learned from a zookeeper that they had been calling the lion with wings Queene, but since she obtained such remarkable jewelry, many are calling her Cleopatra now instead. She was captured near the Sahara, in a place where lion encounters are almost unheard of. We don't yet have the exact date worked out, but it was several months after the rabbit-hole opened, and at the very leading edge of the cases of looking glass fever in humans. The person who captured her bargained for a quick sale, since he felt the lion looked sickly and he was afraid she would die on  him, and indeed when the lion arrived at the zoo, they thought it looked a bit sickly  also.  "Charlie Newman": Brokered the deal. Zoo office lady doesn’t like him. They estimated the lions age at about 3 years (fully adult, not young adult nor middle aged). Queene continued to display signs of ill-health and discomfort. Then suddenly, 3 months after it arrived, it sprouted wings! After that her apparent health quickly improved, she put on an appropriate weight and became the magnificent specimen she is today. 

As we had been warned might happen, the lion chose to speak to us and ask us riddles. We were fortunate that each of us was asked, and each successfully answered. The question and answer part of the exchanges went as follows::"but I am not Cleopatra.  What shall I call you? that is a very nice question, you may call me Rajah". (or maybe she said Rasha) . "Why are you asking riddles? Because it is what I do.""So good to see your kind (Trolls - this was Smyth) come back. Why did you come back to the zoo after you flew off, Because this place will do.""Why do you exist? Because the world and the passions decree it". "I come from a place called Indrasia, as to where I will go, nobody knows such things."She spoke to me last. Her voice, which was heard solely inside my head, had the characteristics of a low rumbling purr. She asked "If you have me, you want to share me, if you share me, you no longer have me". I was stumped for a good long minute, The riddle seemed familiar, and I was certain it had been included in the book of riddles I read at the library last week. I finally did not so much solve it as recall the answer was "A Secret". I asked: "Tell us about the nature of this jewelry, where it came from and how you acquired it." The reply was "It was always mine, it was made for me. 

On the second visit the Sphinx was silent (to us), except to more or less tell some of us that were apparently thinking at it very loudly to shut up.

I took several photographs, but long to take some closeups, both of her and of her jewelry. I felt strangely safe with her, (but not, of course, the 4 normal lions that share her exhibit). Perhaps we can arrange with the zoo if we might somehow get a private photography session in the early morning hours. No tourists, no other lions. 

Statistics:Posted by ChrisDDickey — Fri Aug 28, 2020 8:08 pm


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