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The tea having been deposited Harwood finds he has run out of neat escape options and in the unenviable position of having to do something. He pauses and turns to Long John . My apologies, would you excuse me for a moment? He turns back to Mr Grant . Terribly sorry Mr Grant , you were saying somethi...

Harwood has been standing for a few moments now, contemplating between various questions. Caught wondering how to respond to Long John , he was thrown by Mr Grant's bringing the East End in. He had been just about to answer the Reverend when Jory dropped his bombshell. On top of last night's revela...

Harwood hears the rapping and strolls to the door. Good morning sir, how are you? Do come in, not terribly warm yet, it always takes a bit for the heat to filter through. Cup of tea? Marvellous. Right, come through, don't mind the slightly... He waves a hand at the baroque and esoteric trappings of ...

Cool, nice to hear you are in (ish...). I have been holding off on Monday to make sure Sunday was squared and away. I'll get a quick post in now to keep my hand in and await developments.

Harwood heads in early this Monday; he has a promise to try to keep. Once in he fires up the shop and prepares to spend the day poring over the wooden book. OOC,That is the plan, spend occult to try to identify the ritual for capturing the essence and whether there is any defence or method of revers...

In Paris the Froggie Deep Ones wander the streets in daylight...ahem, English xenophobia aside, it is a marvellous city for the bookhound lifestyle, strange barrows on the riverbank, little shops down dark alleys, home to Jack Kehane and his son, Maurice Girodias, the isle where Jacques d'Molay burn...

Harwood nods a goodbye to Long John. He sits for a little while after he has left, staring not quite at anything in silence. After a short while he gets up, finishes off his drink, and departs into the night.

Yes, such was my suspicion. I have no doubt this 'collegium' are caught up in the auction game we area ll playing. I wonder if there is a more general way to break the enchantment, or if something needed to be done individually for each soul? I shall have to look further at this. Perhaps it would b...

Harwood sits and considers for period. I have their notes, at the shop. I had already intended to spend my time tomorrow examining their methods, I want to see how they do it as...I wanted to find a defence, and perhaps a way to reverse the process. I have some knowledge of these arts, although litt...

Harwood catches the atmosphere immediately and smiles broadly, but slightly superciliously at the landlord, I'll take a pint of best I think, whatever my friend here will take, and perhaps you would care for one to keep out the chill at the bar? . Harwood smiles magnanimously, inwardly mourning the...

Excellent, says Harwood to Long John , Then lead the way good sir. As Harwood strolls through the night his mind is racing. What a bizarre coincidence. What an excellent chance to find out more about the group, their goals, their membership, their methods, their...who knows? A chance to speak to St...

Sorry, somewhat of a delay posting, I had the misfortune to go down with a nasty bug. Feeling like you have been beaten round the head with a sack of cottonwool is not terribly conducive to creativity...post now up, normal service resumed and all that jazz.

A pleasure, my name is Harwood, Doctor Harwood, , says Harwood, his brain not quite processing what he just heard. No, hang on. Did you say Stevenson? He pauses. He opens and closes his mouth a few times whilst he thinks. He comes to a decision. He casts a sidelong look at Long John. Did you write ...

Harwood is so distracted by his thoughts he does not even stop to consider the source of the question. He pauses, temporarily baffled.

Truth? Ital...Oh, veritas. No, no, Verity. A delightful young lady I...hang on, sorry do I know you? Can I help?

Welcome aboard both, I was just thinking the game needed more parrots.

Golems? I'll keep me eyes open. Take care guv, love to the family and thanks once again for the lowdown. Harwood nods to the table and gets up. He walks out into the cool air of the night. Golems? What the bloody Hell was going on in this town? He mentally shrugs and plots to drop the lovely Verity...

No of course, sorry to ask. I'll have to talk to my guv'nor, hopefully something will shake itself out. Cheers for the background, a rum lot. If we come out the other side I'll be sure to tell you the tale.

Harwood pauses to take a swig of his pint.

So, where do you want me?

Harwood sits, caught by Jake 's cadence. He could feel that familiar cold prickle running over his brain as his mind started to run with the possibilities. This was insane, this was incredible. Even as Jake spoke of taking a swig he was muttering They fed him Stevenson . The ultimate extension of t...

Now that is a great image, Bookhounds the H Rider Haggard edition. Fewer books, more villanous native witch doctors and tigers. Post up, sorry for slight delay, internet problems. Still meant I had more time to read Neil 'Between the Lines, Drop the Dead Donkey, etc.' Pearson's excellent biography/b...

It is getting dark as Harwood steps out of Kensall Green station and walks down onto the Harrow Road. He can see the welcoming lights of the Mason’s ahead. His clothes chafe slightly, he hasn’t worn them for a while but given how this evening, well this morning, would probably end up he was better o...