A Vampire In London - A Hunt For The Undead in 28mm.

Strange and bizzare attacks have been reported in the local press, the police are baffled, and locals are scared. Is it the Ripper come back to haunt them? Our intrepid group of paranormal investigators take up the case, they will ask the questions the police won't, and go places the police daren't.

Meeting up in the graveyard seemed the obvious place, here the team discussed their strategy, "let's split up into two groups, that way we'll save time, we only have until sundown," that's always a good plan, so off they went to investigate.

Mrs Harker's group headed down Wells Street, not the best move, but a brave one! Here, after asking some questions that would normally sound barmy, the local roughs decided they had had enough of it and attacked them. After a swift melee our investigators came out of it remarkably well, so they went to the pub.

The day was disappearing fast and our investigators had only managed to annoy people so far, Dr Seward's team eventually got some decent leads which led them to an old coachworks in the railway arches. A couple of well made searches netted a coffin, definitely something you wouldn't find in a coachworks they thought, so they set fire to it, one down, probably several to go.

A much needed break in the case came just as the teams were leaving the pubs they had found, both teams got a tip off about strange happenings in the old factory and warehouse on Drovers Lane. Both teams hurried to the location as they were now running out of daylight.

"We found a coffin and burnt it," said Van Helsing, "hopefully we'll find another one in here." After a few goes the door gave way and they were in, "it's bloody dark in here," said Arthur, with a flash the whole room was illuminated! There, before them was the vampire, they had hit the jackpot! 

Rushing forward with only minutes to go before sundown, our heroes battled the undead. Hissing and clawing its way around the room it managed to give Mr Morris a vicious wound that will most likely kill him. The other investigators rounded the undead up with crucifixes and pinned it into a corner where Van Helsing dealt it a killing blow with a stake.

As Morris's life trickled away Dr Seward said "what the hell are we going to do now, how are we going to explain this to the police?"

"I don't think we can," replied Van Helsing, "there's only one thing for it, RUN!"

This was a great game of pure chance that the description and photos do not do justice to, a very enjoyable time was had. GS.

A Criminal's Revenge - A Victorian Tabletop Game In 28mm

It's been quiet down Hobbs End way recently, just the odd break in and a punch up or two on a Friday night. It was last Saturday when DI Bolton got the nod that something wasn't right on the manor.

Hobbs End High Street on a Saturday Evening.

With his trusty Sergeant Theakston, Bolton went around the usual snouts asking awkward questions, most were cagey, nothing new there, but one was very helpful, that should have been a warning. Bill was where he always was, selling "snake oil potions" in the market, he told the detectives a man was asking about Bolton, also, he could be found behind Wells Street in Hobbs Lane, "it would be worff ya while, honest Guv."

Bill the snake oil salesman.

The quickest way to Hobbs Lane was up the alleyway off the High Street, no sooner had they turned into the cramped and claustrophobic Hobbs Lane than the trap was sprung. Four nasty looking bruisers blocked all the exits, they were cornered. Theakston managed to get out three sharp blasts on his whistle before pandemonium broke out.

 

Although the detectives gave a good account of themselves, it wasn't enough. They were soon getting a bloody good hiding. What seemed like ages passed before whistles were heard and three constables, truncheons out, came running up Hobbs Lane. The thugs scattered, tearing up Hobbs Lane with coppers in pursuit, Bolton and Theakstone lay on the ground.

The attackers managed to escape, the police were far more interested in getting the detectives to the infirmary, requisitioning a passing cart the two men were transported to the Thrift Infirmary, and into the tender mercies of Dr Marsham and Nurse Carr.

A few days later, battered, bruised and bloody annoyed, our two detectives were out again trying to find out what the hell was going on. A good tip off from a frightened looking shopkeeper in the High Street had them heading over to the church, this time a little more cautiously.

Sure enough, it was a trap. Although, only two of the thugs appeared this time, due to the injuries the policemen had sustained, they probably thought that two was enough, they were wrong.

This time the fight was short and to the point, both villains were soon dropped and as there was no one around, a bit of on the spot questioning was put to them both. One wouldn't squeal, but the other one did, then he told the detectives who they were working for.

"It's Monk.....Merry Monk", said the bloke pinned to the wall between persuasive blows from Bolton, "Who the bloody hell is Merry Monk, and why does he want me hurt?" said Bolton. 

Theakston then spoke up while sitting on the other miscreant, "Sounds like Monkton, Zephaniah Monkton, we sent him down for a few years, he was breaking rocks in Portland Gaol last I heard."

'Where is he?" Bolton was not playing, and an address was forthcoming. "Get these buggers out of my sight," said Bolton as three constables arrived. "Let's get Merry bloody Monk!"

The thugs are escorted to Drovers Yard Police Station

With a couple of coppers out front, just in case, the rest batter down the back door and haul Mr Monkton into a black mariah, "Back to the quarry with you Mister not-so Merry Monkton" laughed Theakston, who then regretted it as his ribs still hurt.

I use a system of cards to make the scenario play out, they give you a base, the dodgy dice do the rest. It's fun and I enjoy the story as it emerges.

A Vicious Fight In Park Road - A Mean Streets Tabletop Game in 28mm.

                      A Vicious Fight In Park Road

As predicted political violence has once again erupted in Hobbs End, last week two Blackshirts were hospitalised by an unknown gang, the mystery of who they were is now over.

Trouble started when the local BUF decided to sell their ephemera on Park Road, their presence was noted and swiftly acted upon. 

Moving quickly through the park, the same gang as last week had one intention, cause as much disruption as possible and get out before the police arrive. However, the Blackshirt newspaper sellers had seen them coming and a plan was about to be enacted. Waiting in the next street was a van full of "1 Division" Blackshirts hoping their enemy would take the bait.

As soon as the gang entered Park Road the Blackshirt van drove around the corner and the fight was on! It was sharp and brutal, two Blackshirts hit the ground immediately, these men were professional fighters.

Even with superior numbers the Fascists were outclassed, several more of them were knocked out, and it seemed that soon they may have to beat a humiliating retreat!

With the wail of a siren the police arrived, and just in time too. They were confronted with a street full of black eyes, split lips and concussion. With the arrival of an ambulance the wounded were taken away, four Blackshirts and two Communists (mystery solved) were hospitalised, and two Blackshirts and two Communists  were arrested.

With the local election being recently called Mr Smollitt and the Communist Party don't need this kind of publicity, the Fascist Party are not putting a candidate up this time, they told us that will have to wait until next time. So far the only parties on the ballot sheet will be Labour, the Conservatives and the Communist Party.