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2021-03-09T07:30:54Z

Redland Jack: Reverted due to Referata no longer existing

=='''The wiki has a new home! Go there! Don't edit this one!'''==

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This Wiki details the history of a Call of Cthulhu campaign begun in 1983. The campaign has been running uninterrupted since that inception date. Game play began in January of 1920, and has since moved into the early thirties. Current campaign date is around 19 October 1932.

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Updates|'''''WIKI UPDATES (updated February 1, 2014)''''']]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|'''''Quick Link to Redland Jack's page''''']]

''NOTE - BLUE TEXT INDICATES ACTIVE LINKS; RED TEXT INDICATES PAGES THAT HAVEN'T BEEN CREATED''

=='''Cast Of Characters'''==

''Main article: [[TheStarsAreRight:Players Alphabetical|All characters]] in The Stars Are Right.''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Active_Player_Characters|Active Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:Players_Alphabetical#Inactive_Player_Characters|Inactive Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:Players_Alphabetical#Important_Non-Player_Characters|Important Non Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:Players_Alphabetical#Other_Non-Player_Characters|Other Non Player Characters]]

=='''Entire Game History Time Line'''==

[[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]]

This scary, huge time line tracks the movements of all of the characters and events that have happened in the game, as gleaned from the source materials.

===Major Events===

Specific major events that embrace multiple campaigns and groups.

* [[The Stars Are Right: New York Incursion | The New York Incursion]], 19 October 1932
* [[The Dark Queen|The Dark Queen]]

=='''Cross References'''==

[[Cross Reference Index|Cross Reference Page]]

An attempt to cross reference and index the information about the campaign

=='''Campaign Summaries'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Introduction|General Introduction to the Campaigns]]

There are three groups currently: The Elders, Bailey and the Sea (aka The Redland Jack group), The Irish Rose (...).

===Bailey And The Sea===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Timeline]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

===[[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|The Irish Rose]]===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline | Timeline]]

''In Detroit in 1932, an oddly matched group of characters balances gangsters, a mysterious medical condition, an odd preacher and his sister and a state hospital scandal in an effort to figure out the complicated workings of the under classes.''

===Junior J-Men (and women)===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:GovAgents|Timeline]]

===[[The Stars Are Right: China - Gods and Monsters|China - Gods and Monsters]]===

''At the start of October 1932, an expedition is sent to China to make a deal with Li Mai regarding a stronghold in China and the status of Auda.''

=='''Diaries - A Collection Of Character Writings'''==

[[Steele_Poem|Steele - Undated Poem.]]
::*Thought to have been composed during or just after Hannelore Rhyner's transformation into Medea on October 19, 1929

=='''Game Mechanics'''==

To be added soon.

== '''Glossary'''==

[[Terms Used Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Groups'''==

[[Important Groups Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Locations'''==

[[Trujillo, Spain]]

=='''The Library - A Collection of Writings'''==

''Main article: [[The Stars Are Right: Documents | All TSAR Documents]]''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:The Tablets Of Aelda|The Tablets Of Aelda]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:Misc_Letters|Misc. Letters]]
* [[The_Stars_Are_Right:_Documents#Newspaper_Articles|Newspaper Articles]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: Books|Books]]

=='''External Links'''==

* [http://cthulhu.meetup.com/53/ Meetup.com: The Stars Are Right]
:This includes scheduling information and some useful files (the introductory file and blank character bio file)

* [http://jhkimrpg.livejournal.com/52332.html LJ Post: "Cthulhu Meetup"] (Feb 21, 2007)
:A personal report on joining one of the campaigns.

* [http://collection.hht.net.au/firsthhtpictures/quickSearch.jsp Historic Houses Trust]
:A phenomenal collection of vintage Australian photos, including the Police and Justice File.

* [http://www.nlm.nih.gov/hmd/ihm/ Images from the History of Medicine]
:Need an illustration from a sixteenth century medical text for... oh, reasons? IHM has you covered and then some. Also includes propaganda, public service posters, tools and impedimenta, and lots and lots of Victorian anatomy illustrations.

* [http://nycma.lunaimaging.com/luna/servlet NYC Municipal Archives]
:Over three quarters of a million photographs from the late 1800s on. Another great resource for period images of crime scenes, night shots, etc. Look for the body stuffed in an oil can!

* [http://historicdetroit.org/ Historic Detroit]
:Lots of essays and photographs of, well, historic Detroit! Especially useful for the Irish Rosers.

* [http://www.mythicdetroit.org/ Mythic Detroit]
: On the other end of the scale, a wiki devoted entirely to the weird and unsettling aspects of Detroit then and now. Check out the [//www.mythicdetroit.org/index.php?n=Main.VoodooMurders Voodoo Murders]!

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TheStarsAreRight:Letter To Alice Evans

2014-01-30T02:04:27Z

Redland Jack:

[[TheStarsAreRight:Players_Alphabetical#Inactive_Player_Characters|Back To Inactive Player Characters]]

[[The_Stars_Are_Right:_Alice_Evans|Back To Alice Evans Main Page]]

''Letter for Alice Evans:''

''It bears Amanda's seal, and is imbued with a piece of principal power that will slightly energize you when you break it open.''

''It feels vaguely as if you’ve had a cup of coffee and a shot of alcohol at the same time. You won’t feel tipsy or edgy, just temporarily better, and there is the smell of orange blossoms.'' 

Miss Evans, 

I am sad that our paths didn't cross as intended. 

There was mass confusion at the moment of extraction. [[The_Stars_Are_Right:_Antonio_Grimaldi|Anthony Grimaldi]] told me you were looking for me; possibly my help; and that I was your sister. 

This may be true. 

I have been searching for my missing sisters many months. I am one of [[TheStarsAreRight:_The_Six_Principles|six spiritual kindred]] with the same mother. 

How were you led to believe you were on the same path? Was it mother herself that sent you? 

You must be careful on this journey. It is not an easy one or a short one, and you will often find yourself the host to unexpected guests in the dark places in your soul that were previously locked away. 

Tread carefully this ground, for you will find yourself forever changed by it. 

We should talk more in person. I have a safe house in Arkham, Massachusetts please come to meet me there as soon as you can. I will be there by October 24th. You can trust the messenger delivering this message to assist you with transportation if needed. 

Sincerely,
[[The_Stars_Are_Right:_Amanda_Cohen|Amanda Krusemark]]

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack

2014-01-27T04:32:21Z

Redland Jack:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page|'''Return to Main Page''']]
 

Name: Redland Jack (Jack Redmond) Str: 6
Occupation: None (formerly an Economics Professor) Con: 6
Nationality: British (English) Siz: 11
Gender: Male App: 9
Age (calendar): 33 (April 30, 1899) -- Age (total): approx. 40 Dex: 12
Height: 6'1" Pow: 11
Weight: Current (143 lbs) -- Normal (143 lbs) Int: 18
Hair Color: Brownish (short) Edu: 21

Representative Statements:
"Is it dangerous?"--"Maybe we can talk to them?"--"It's always good to know more."--"I'm just a lackey."
 

[[File:RedlandJack.jpg|upleft=1.25|c|Redland Jack]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|'''Sanity Tracker (updated January 22, 2014)''']] (current sanity = 49.5) 

'''Other''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:AlannaHousehold|Alanna's Household]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:FieldReport2|Field Report on Incursion]] (updated January 22, 2014)

'''Carl Ellis Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1|Carl's Journal Entries, part 1]] (updated December 18, 2013)
* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal2|Carl's Journal Entries, part 2]] (updated November 30, 2013)
* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal3|Carl's Journal Entries, part 3]] (updated December 18, 2013)

'''Letters''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter1|Letter to Laura (6th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter2|Letter to Grimaldi (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter3|Letter to Maxine (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter4|Letter from Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter5|Letter to Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter6|Letter to Laura (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter7|Letter to Laura (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter8|Letter to Meridon (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter9|Letter to Milo (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter10|Letter to Laura (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter11|Letter to Henrik (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter12|Letter to Laura (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter13|Letter to Laura (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter14|Letter to Carl (Xth) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter15|Letter from Li Mai (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter16|Letter from Maxine (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter17|Letter to Pentheus (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter18|Letter to Henrik (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter19|Note to Alanna (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter20|Note to Meridon (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter21|Note from Meridon (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter22|Letter from Laura (1st) (updated September 19, 2013)]]

'''Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal1|Early Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:WereWeInDanger|Were we ever in Danger?]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Grifters|Grifters]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Companions1|Companions1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal2|Rambling Journal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Pharaoh|Pharaoh Deal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Walpurgis|Cornwall Concerns]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sacrifices|Sacrifices]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tibet|Tibet Journal Scrap]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Hexagon|Hexagon of Principles]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Outsiders|Research on Outsiders]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MoreTibet|Tibet Questions]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DryNotes|Dry Notes]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OfEvil|Of Evil]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Ruminations|Ruminations]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Items|Noteworthy Items]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts1|Ongoing Thoughts 1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities|Abandoned/Completed Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities2|Low/Long Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:NewYork|NYC]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Consequentialism1|Ends and Means]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Women|Women]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DamagedJournal|Damaged Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Priorities3|High/Short Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tricks|Tricks of the Trade]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal3|Unskilled Journal Entry (updated March 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts|Ongoing Thoughts 2 (updated June 16, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:LetterE1|Letter (Extract) (updated July 19, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Plan (updated May 31, 2011))]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandStats|Character Sheet (updated August 6, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJournal4|A Desolation Note (updated November 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry (updated June 13, 2013)]]

'''Conversations'''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote2|New York Chat 2 (updated November 11, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote1|New York Chat 1 (updated June 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:JakeNote1|Idle Conversation? (updated May 20, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12a|Summoning Extract (updated November 10, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12|A Voice from the Present (updated December 21, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote11|A Voice from the Ages (updated October 30, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DaleNote1|Nothing Left to Lose (updated November 13, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote9|Moving Crosscurrent of Time (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HerlNote1|Insomnia (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote10|Carl and Jack in Russia (updated August 16, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote2|Meridon Caine Stuff (updated August 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote8|Evening Chat in Chalon (updated April 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenRebNote1|Wisphers Chat (updated March 28, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote1|A Phone Call (updated March 23, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7a|After the Meeting 2nd half (updated March 4, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7|After the Meeting 1st half (updated February 2, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote3|Cabin Fever (updated Dec. 13, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:PentheusConversation|Pentheus Conversation (updated September 18, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TrainConversation|Train Conversation (updated October 8, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote1|Quick Note to Carl (updated July 17, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote2|4/8 Morning (updated July 30, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenrikNote1|Philosophy with Henrik (updated November 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote4|Usher Deal (April 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNotes|Balances (updated April 6, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote1|Magic Chat with Rebecca (updated October 21, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote5|An Unexpected Offer (updated April 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote2|Bond Chat (updated February 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote6|Early Carl Chat (updated August 27, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote|First Chat? (updated March 30, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote2|Early Chat (updated May 11, 2007)]]

[[category:The Stars Are Right|Jack, Redland]]
[[category: Player Characters|Jack, Redland]]

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack

2014-01-26T18:10:55Z

Redland Jack:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page|'''Return to Main Page''']]
 

Name: Redland Jack (Jack Redmond) Str: 6
Occupation: None (formerly an Economics Professor) Con: 6
Nationality: British (English) Siz: 11
Gender: Male App: 9
Age: 33 (April 30, 1899) Dex: 12
Height: 6'1" Pow: 11
Weight: Current (143 lbs) -- Normal (143 lbs) Int: 18
Hair Color: Brownish (short) Edu: 21

Representative Statements:
"Is it dangerous?"--"Maybe we can talk to them?"--"It's always good to know more."--"I'm just a lackey."
 

[[File:RedlandJack.jpg|upleft=1.25|c|Redland Jack]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|'''Sanity Tracker (updated January 22, 2014)''']] (current sanity = 49.5) 

'''Other''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:AlannaHousehold|Alanna's Household]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:FieldReport2|Field Report on Incursion]] (updated January 22, 2014)

'''Carl Ellis Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1|Carl's Journal Entries, part 1]] (updated December 18, 2013)
* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal2|Carl's Journal Entries, part 2]] (updated November 30, 2013)
* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal3|Carl's Journal Entries, part 3]] (updated December 18, 2013)

'''Letters''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter1|Letter to Laura (6th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter2|Letter to Grimaldi (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter3|Letter to Maxine (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter4|Letter from Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter5|Letter to Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter6|Letter to Laura (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter7|Letter to Laura (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter8|Letter to Meridon (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter9|Letter to Milo (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter10|Letter to Laura (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter11|Letter to Henrik (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter12|Letter to Laura (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter13|Letter to Laura (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter14|Letter to Carl (Xth) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter15|Letter from Li Mai (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter16|Letter from Maxine (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter17|Letter to Pentheus (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter18|Letter to Henrik (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter19|Note to Alanna (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter20|Note to Meridon (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter21|Note from Meridon (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter22|Letter from Laura (1st) (updated September 19, 2013)]]

'''Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal1|Early Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:WereWeInDanger|Were we ever in Danger?]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Grifters|Grifters]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Companions1|Companions1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal2|Rambling Journal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Pharaoh|Pharaoh Deal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Walpurgis|Cornwall Concerns]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sacrifices|Sacrifices]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tibet|Tibet Journal Scrap]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Hexagon|Hexagon of Principles]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Outsiders|Research on Outsiders]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MoreTibet|Tibet Questions]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DryNotes|Dry Notes]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OfEvil|Of Evil]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Ruminations|Ruminations]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Items|Noteworthy Items]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts1|Ongoing Thoughts 1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities|Abandoned/Completed Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities2|Low/Long Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:NewYork|NYC]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Consequentialism1|Ends and Means]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Women|Women]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DamagedJournal|Damaged Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Priorities3|High/Short Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tricks|Tricks of the Trade]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal3|Unskilled Journal Entry (updated March 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts|Ongoing Thoughts 2 (updated June 16, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:LetterE1|Letter (Extract) (updated July 19, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Plan (updated May 31, 2011))]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandStats|Character Sheet (updated August 6, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJournal4|A Desolation Note (updated November 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry (updated June 13, 2013)]]

'''Conversations'''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote2|New York Chat 2 (updated November 11, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote1|New York Chat 1 (updated June 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:JakeNote1|Idle Conversation? (updated May 20, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12a|Summoning Extract (updated November 10, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12|A Voice from the Present (updated December 21, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote11|A Voice from the Ages (updated October 30, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DaleNote1|Nothing Left to Lose (updated November 13, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote9|Moving Crosscurrent of Time (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HerlNote1|Insomnia (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote10|Carl and Jack in Russia (updated August 16, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote2|Meridon Caine Stuff (updated August 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote8|Evening Chat in Chalon (updated April 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenRebNote1|Wisphers Chat (updated March 28, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote1|A Phone Call (updated March 23, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7a|After the Meeting 2nd half (updated March 4, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7|After the Meeting 1st half (updated February 2, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote3|Cabin Fever (updated Dec. 13, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:PentheusConversation|Pentheus Conversation (updated September 18, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TrainConversation|Train Conversation (updated October 8, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote1|Quick Note to Carl (updated July 17, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote2|4/8 Morning (updated July 30, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenrikNote1|Philosophy with Henrik (updated November 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote4|Usher Deal (April 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNotes|Balances (updated April 6, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote1|Magic Chat with Rebecca (updated October 21, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote5|An Unexpected Offer (updated April 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote2|Bond Chat (updated February 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote6|Early Carl Chat (updated August 27, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote|First Chat? (updated March 30, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote2|Early Chat (updated May 11, 2007)]]

[[category:The Stars Are Right|Jack, Redland]]
[[category: Player Characters|Jack, Redland]]

TheStarsAreRight:Players Alphabetical

2014-01-25T02:20:26Z

Redland Jack: /* Active Player Characters */

'''Return to [[TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page|Main Page]]'''

==Active Player Characters==

{| class="wikitable sortable" style="width:100%" cellpadding="5"
|-
! scope="col" width="25%" | Name !! scope="col" width="25%" | Player !! scope="col" width="25%" | Occupation !! scope="col" width="25%" | Affiliation
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Samantha Bayard|Bayard, Samantha]]''' || Sophianna Ardinger || Gentlewoman Thief || Junior J Men
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:Candide|Candide]]''' || Steve Hill || || The Irish Rose
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Jack Casey|Casey, Jack]]''' || Gene L. || Crime Photographer || The Irish Rose
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Richard Chamberlin|Chamberlin, Richard]]''' || Tom Albin || Novelist || Manhattan Ghost Story
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Edward Chandler|Chandler, Edward]]''' || James Johnston || || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right:Fletcher_Christian|Christian, Fletcher]]''' || Brett Heppes || || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Lila Clark|Clark, Lila]]''' || John Kim || Hostess || The Irish Rose
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Amanda Cohen|Cohen-Krusemark, Amanda]]''' || Jeri Bandy-McNeill || || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Marcus Dubcek|Dubcek, Marcus]]''' || [[User:Zed|Zed Lopez]] || Entrepreneur || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Alice Evans|Evans, Alice]]''' || Laurel Davies || Chanteuse || Manhattan Ghost Story
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: George Fuller|Fuller, George]]''' || Andrew Bond || || Junior J Men
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGrayson|Grayson, Victor]]''' || Robby Bullis || Gambler || The Irish Rose
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Antonio Grimaldi|Grimaldi, Antonio]]''' || Kevin McHale || || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Emma Hardeson Knight|Hardeson Knight, Emma]]''' || Andrew Cole || Capitalist || Manhattan Ghost Story
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Robert Hazlitt|Hazlitt, Robert]]''' || Robby Bullis || Student || Manhattan Ghost Story
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Jack, Redland]]''' || Robby Bullis || Unemployed Economics Professor || Bailey and the Sea
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Chris Johnson|Johnson, Chris]]''' || Chris Hagan || || Junior J Men
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Robert Krusemark|Krusemark, Robert]]''' || Keith Dalzell || || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Frank Lovejoy|Lovejoy, Frank]]''' || Andrew Cole || Journalist || The Irish Rose
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Michael McMann|McMann, Michael]]''' || Chris Haugen || Gangster || The Irish Rose
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Henrik Mueller|Mueller, Henrik]]''' || John Kim || || Bailey and the Sea
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Nora Nadell|Nadell, Nora]]''' || Claire Engan || || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Dale Parsons | Parsons, Dale]]''' || Ken Perata || Saloonkeeper || Unaffiliated
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| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Andrew Scott|Scott, Andrew]]''' || Ken Perata || || The Elders
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| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Maxine Scott|Scott, Maxine]]''' || Renee Solberg || || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Montgomery Scott|Scott, Montgomery]]''' || Brett Heppes || || Bailey and the Sea
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Adrian Sinclair | Sinclair, Adrian]]''' || Scott Brooks || Fisherman || The Irish Rose Matter
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Henry Smithson|Smithson, Henry]]''' || Joe Johnson || || Junior J Men
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Lars Valdez|Valdez, Lars]]''' || Eric Bergman || "Archaeologist" || Manhattan Ghost Story
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| '''[[The Stars Are Right:Hans Van Schafer|Van Schafer, Hans]]''' || Dave Jergens || Professor of languages and ancient civilizations || Junior J Men
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| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Lenore Van Valkonberg|Van Valkonberg, Lenore]]''' || Jean Ha || Socialite || Manhattan Ghost Story
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| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Gunner Waa|Waa, Gunner]]''' || Rachel || || Bailey and the Sea
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Obediah Walters|Walters, Obediah]]''' || Stephen Cole || Alcoholic doctor || The Irish Rose
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Theo Weiss|Weiss, Theo]]''' || Steve Hill || || The Elders
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Andrew White|White, Andrew]]''' || Brett Heppes || || The Elders
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| '''[[The Stars Are Right: JT Williams|Williams, JT]]''' || Keith Dalzell || Bootlegger || The Irish Rose
|}

==Inactive Player Characters==

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| '''[[Jack Armstrong|Armstrong, Jack]]''' || John Goodrich || Drifter || Deceased
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| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:AudaAbisi|Abbasi, Auda]]''' || Daniel Roher || ||
|-
| '''[[HelenaBrunwald|Brunwald, Helena "Boom-Boom"]]''' || Clare Ford || ||
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| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:IdahoButters|Butters, "Idaho" (Professor)]]''' || Ari || Professor of Archaeology ||
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| '''[[Derrick Case|Case, Derrick]]''' || Chris Allen || ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:AlexanderChase|Chase, Alexander]]''' || Darren Champlin || ||
|-
| '''[[Jason Coleman|Coleman, Jason aka John Stanton]]''' || Chaz Engan || Arms merchant || Possessed
|-
| '''[[Lamont Coleman|Coleman, Lamont]]''' || Chaz Engan || Government man ||
|-
| '''[[TerrenceColumbo|Columbo, Terrence]]''' || Matt Steel || Private investigator || Insane
|-
| '''[[Jonathan Cromwell|Cromwell, Jonathan]]''' || Mark Merrell || Nightsider enforcer || Dead
|-
| '''[[Alexis Covington|Covington, Alexis]]''' || Hillary || Socialite ||
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Delancy Darby|Darby, Delancy]]''' || Sophia Caramagno || Government agenct|| Dead
|-
| '''[[Maturine DeBonnevault|De Bonnevault, Maturine]]''' || Kirk Eichler || Nightsider leader || Presumed Dead
|-
| '''[[Charlotte DeBeaumont|DeBeaumont, Charlotte]]''' || Clare Ford || Heiress ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:DeWittEcker|Ecker, DeWitt]]''' || Scott || "Doctor" ||
|-
| '''[[Carl Ellis|Ellis, Carl]]''' || Chaz Engan || ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:JohnElwar|Elwar, John]]''' || Kevin Glazner || Seaman ||
|-
| '''[[Carl Emerson|Emerson, Carl]]''' || William Glenn Brown || Soldier || Dead
|-
| '''[[Stewart Hanover|Hanover, Stewart]]''' || || ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:BobbyHansen|Hansen, Bobby]]''' || Richard Silver || Private investigator || Missing
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:Joe Henderson|Henderson, Joe]]''' || Andrew Bond || Bouncer || Alive
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:Father Patrick Herlihy|Herlihy, Patrick]]''' || Timothy Doran || Priest || Attached to Vatican
|-
| '''[[Lazlo Hollyfeldt|Hollyfeldt, Lazlo]]''' || Mark Merrell || Writer ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:EleanoraJefferson|Jefferson, Eleanora]]''' || Tess O'Riva || ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:FrankKelly|Kelly, Frank]]''' || Ken Perata || Federal agent ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:JacobKingston|Kingston, Jacob]]''' || Darren Clayton || Baseball player ||
|-
| '''[[Kyle Kruglinsky|Kruglinsky, Kyle]]''' || Paul Rainey || Journalist || Retired
|-
| '''[[Carole Lameroux|Lameroux,Carole]]''' || Sophia Johnson || Escort || Dead
|-
| '''[[Jack Lanter|Lanter, Jack]]''' || Kirk Eichler || Research scientist || Missing
|-
| '''[[Eric Marklin|Marklin, Eric]]''' || Kirk Eichler || || Presumed dead
|-
| '''[[BRUCE MALOO|Maloo, Bruce]]''' || Nick Solberg || Bush pilot || Missing
|-
| '''[[MASTER FENG|Master Feng]]''' || Tom Johnson || Sorcerer ||
|-
| '''[[ANZO MELCINO|Melcino, Anzo]]''' || Dave McCartney || Mobster || Missing
|-
| '''[[DIRK MICHAELS|Michaels, Dirk]]''' || Sophianna Ardinger || Airplane mechanic || Missing
|-
| '''[[CASEY MONROE|Monroe, Casey]]''' || Lisa Disterheft || US Marshall ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:ClayMorrison|Morrison, Clay]]''' || Micheal Blum || US Representative (R-NV) || Alive
|-
| '''[[JamesO'Keefe|O'Keefe, James]]''' || Eric || Private investigator || Missing
|-
| '''[[Frank Pallucelli|Pallucelli, Frank]]''' || || Photographer ||
|-
| '''[[ArcturiusRand|Rand, Arcturius]]''' || Steven Yun || Professor of Archaeology || Missing
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:Mary Ellen Ripley|Ripley, Mary Ellen]]''' || || Museum acquisitions ||
|-
| '''[[T.J. Terrou|Terrou, T.J]]''' || Kirk Eichler || Archaeologist || Missing
|-
| '''[[Evelyn Scott|Scott, Evelyn]]''' || Lisa Disterheft || Novelist || Alive
|-
| '''[[Franklin Scott|Scott, Franklin]]''' || Bruce LeLievre || Preacher || Alive
|-
| '''[[Steele|Steele]]''' || || Factotum || Alive
|-
| '''[[ALBERT STEVENS|Stevens, Albert W.]]''' || Kirk Eichler || Pilot || Alive
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:GezakTakas|Takas, Gezak]]''' || Aaron || Photographer ||
|-
| '''[[Grace Turner|Turner, Grace]]''' || Lisa Disterheft || Anthropologist || Alive
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:Throckmorton Updyke|Updyke,Throckmorton]]''' || Brian O'Rieva || Bookseller || Alive
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:James Waters|Waters, James]]''' || || ||
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:Zigfried Van Hausen|Van Hausen, Zigfried]]''' || Bruce LeLiever || Alienist || Missing
|-
| '''[[Alexi Vishnevesky|Vishnevesky, Alexi]]''' || Kevin McHale || Russian noble || Alive
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:Boris|Valenko, Boris]]''' || James Johnson || Russian nobleman || Dead
|-
| '''[[TheStarsAreRight:Erich Von Drakheim|von Drakheim, Erich]]''' || Tom Johnson || Army officer || Alive
|-
| '''[[HenryWilliams|Williams, Henry]]''' || George Geros || Academic || Dead
|}

==Important Non-Player Characters==

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| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Alanna | Alanna]]''' || || Mistress of the Hunt
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Aran | Aran]] || || Warlord || China
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Abe Axel | Axel, Abe]]''' || || Gangster
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Purple Gang | Purple Gang]]
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Michael Barnes | Barnes, Michael]]''' || || Treasury Agent
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Cecil Becker | Becker, Cecil]]''' || || Industrialist ||
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Ryan Becker | Becker, Ryan]]''' || || Colonel, US Army
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Martha Bitterman | Bitterman, Martha]]''' || || Patrician
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: High Society | High Society]]
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Thomas Bitterman | Bitterman, Thomas]]''' || || Collections agent
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: High Society | High Society]]
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Meridon Caine | Caine, Meridon]]''' || || Lawyer
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Unseelie Court | Unseelie Court]]
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Bernard Cohen | Cohen, Bernard]]''' || || Accountant
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Harvest Trust Foundation | Harvest Trust Foundation]]
|-
| '''[[The Stars Are Right: Nolan Colbert|Colbert, Nolan]]''' || || ||
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Vivian Cooper-Levitt | Cooper-Levitt, Vivian]] || || Socialite
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Herman Kiefer Hospital | Herman Kiefer Hospital for Communicable Diseases]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: High Society | High Society]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Fred Copely | Copely, Fred]] || || Newspaper Editor
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Detroit Evening Times | Detroit Evening Times]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Thomas D'Varney | D'Varney, Thomas]] || || ||
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Van der Veckyn | der Veckyn, Van]] || || ||
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Olivia and Jason | Doe, Olivia and Jason]] || ||
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | The Irish Rose Gang]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Unseelie Court | Unseelie Court]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Voisin du Montaine | du Montaine, Voisin]] || || Bootlegger
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: High Society | High Society]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Julian Ellis | Ellis, Julian]] || ''Ariel'' ||
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Daysiders | Daysiders]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Lorenzo Farbeque | Farbeque, Lorenzo]] || || ||
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Daphne Ferris | Ferris, Daphne]] || || Private Investigator
|
* Hannibal King Investigative Agency
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Harvest Trust Foundation | Harvest Trust Foundation]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Eddie Fletcher | Fletcher, Eddie]] || || Gangster
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Purple Gang | Purple Gang]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Heather Flynn | Flynn, Heather]] || ''Katie Flynn'' || Clairvoyant
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | The Irish Rose Gang]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Dick Foley | Foley, Dick]] || || Stringer
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Detroit Evening Times|Detroit Evening Times]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: William Hart | Hart, William L.]] || || Chief of Police
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Franz Huber | Huber, Franz]] || || ||
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Danny Macklin | Macklin, Danny]] || || Saloonkeeper
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | The Irish Rose Gang]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Frank Murphy | Murphy, Frank]] || || Mayor of Detroit
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: John Navarre | Navarre, John]] || || Homicide Detective
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Gregory Parkhurst | Parkhurst, Dr. Gregory]] || || Regent of the Seelie Court
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | Irish Rose Gang]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: George Philips | Philips, George]] || || Hospital Administrator
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Herman Kiefer Hospital | Herman Kiefer Hospital for Communicable Diseases]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Hannelore Rhyner | Rhyner, Hannelore]] || ''Medea'' || The Queen of Air and Darkness
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Unseelie Court | Unseelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Alexis Romanoff | Romanoff, Alexis]] || || Tsar of Russia
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Ineska Romanoff | Romanoff, Ineska]] || || Tsarina of Russia
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Boyar Rulionoff | Rulionoff, Boyar Pietr]] || || Russian Nobleman
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Franklin Scott | Scott, Franklin]] || || Preacher
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: United Assembly of God | United Assembly of God]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Katherine Scott | Scott, Katherine]] || || Preacher
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: United Assembly of God | United Assembly of God]]
|-
| [[The Stars Are Right: Madeline Usher | Usher, Madeline]] || || Shark
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
|}

==[[Dacia (Neville) Coleman|Coleman, Dacia (nee Neville)]]==

Married to Lamont Coleman. Accomplished linguist and expert on ancient languages. Dacia also has the innate (and uncontrolled) ability to bend probabilities and reconnect them in the most unlikely of combinations.

==[[Jordayne Columbo|Columbo, Jordayne (nee Piercy)]]==

Born: June 3, 1896, Belmont Ohio
 Died: January 19, 1932, Chicago, IL

Theater manager of the Golden West Theater in San Vieta, California during the infamous San Vieta Slasher murders of 1921. Dated Terrence Columbo pre-1920,and they eventually married in 1923. After birth of their son, her husband vanished and she had only sporadic contact with him.

==[[President Charles Curtis|Curtis, Charles (President)]]==
Charles Curtis took office after Herbert Hoover died from contracting the Kansas City Influenza.

==Dark Pharaoh==

A cool guy who is Redland's close, personal friend. Or, possibly, a creepy, powerful Outsider who uses mortals as pawns for his own amusement... your pick. Frequently appears as an offputting middle-aged Egyptian-looking fellow.

==Dellman, Randolph==

Ostensible head of corporate operations for Penthius in New York. He met with Carl and company on March 15, 1932.

==Donal==

There are three copies of this guy hanging about, which is kind of interesting. Of course, two of the copies are dead, so now there is only one of him, which, I guess, makes him less interesting. He's associated, in some way, with Pentheus and the Principle of Aspiration.

==Ellis, Julian (nee Foundry)==

Carl Ellis' wife, and a member of the Foundry branch of the Island Families. Julian was one of the five young adults rescued from Eveling Industries near Madisonville, KY.

==Eveling, Lawrence==

Owner (in partnership with brother Jacob) of Eveling Industries in Madisonville, KY. Coal mining operation. Known to have worked with Goddard Islie and Frederick Marklin. (more details to be added.)

==Eveling, Loren==

Daughter of Lawrence Eveling, mother unknown. Loren was prepared and used as a vessel to house the awareness of The Progenitor - an Outside entity summoned into Madisonville, KY on April 19, 1929. Intervention by Carl Ellis and his people prevented a successful transference, and Loren later died, her own personality fragmented into madness.

==Fagin,Peter==

Originally a guard to the Romanov royal household under a different name, became obsessed with Hannalore Rhyner when their paths crossed in 1915. He spirited away Alexis Romanov from the house the Romanovs' were imprisoned in just before the family's murder. Taking the name of Peter Fagin when he became one of the Nightfolk, Fagin raised Alexis with the eventual goal of placing him on the Russian throne again. Fagin was the Nightfolk that passed the vampire contagion on to Hannelore Rhyner, and located Hannelore's half-sister Ineska. Fagin was killed by Maturin De Bonnevault in 1930.

==[[PIERRE FARQUELL|Farquell, Pierre]]==

Mystic and visionary, leader of a small and loosely organized group of people who fought against incursions of the Outside Gods, and countered the efforts of Goddard Islie's plans. Evidence indicates that Farquelle may have acquired the secret to unnaturally prolonging his life.

==[[NICOLETTA GRIMALDI|Grimaldi, Nicoletta (nee Usher)]] ==

Daughter (presumed adopted) of Roderick Usher, and as of 09/1932 direct in line to inherit leadership of the Seelie Court. Married to [[Antonio Grimaldi|Antonio Grimaldi]] on Sept. 24, 1932.

==[[EMMA HAMILTON|Hamilton, Emma]]==

Once a powerful member of the Enclave, she abandoned the Enclave and it's policies immediately after their civil war. Now an important member of the Seelie community, though she currently resides outside of it. Committed to, but not married to Theo Weiss, mother of Theo Weiss' daughter Sophia.

==Baron Hauptmann (sp?)==

A leader of the Brotherhood of the Beast, one of a handful of powerful sorcerors that run the organization. Summoner, spellcaster, and centuries-old body-jumper, he stays alive and young by stealing others' lives. He had been imprisoned in Tibet for a couple of years, but broke out sometime in early July, 1932, or thereabouts.

==[[EVANGLINE HOPEWELL|Hopewell, Evangline]]==

The alternative choice for the principal of Salvation and leadership of the Fae society. She was visited by Jon Cromwell sometime just prior to the ritual that transformed Hannalore Rhyner. During that time there is evidence that she may have shared Communion with Cromwell. Evangline eventually came to the Lyon community, and became Companion to Jon Cromwell. After Jon Cromwell's death, Hannalore completed the rebirth into Fae Society of Mr. Steel, her companion, so that Evangeline would continue to be Companioned.

Currently Evangline and Steele remain in Lyon, managing the estate and holdings that were left to Hannalore Rhyner, upon Jon Cromwell's death.

==Idrinya==

Overall leader of the Alchemists in Russia. She's a turkey ... er, she hails from Turkey and is married to Alexi.

==Ineska, Tsarina==

Half-sister to Medea, she is married to Tsar Alexis.

==[[GODDARD ISLIE|Islie, Goddard (The Dark Man)]]==

Leader of the group centered at the monastery in Trujillo, Spain. Unnaturally long-lived sorcerer and arch-enemy of Pierre Farquell and his people. Islie was destroyed in 1930 (?) and control of the Spanish faction was left in the hands of Theo Weiss. Currently the Spanish and the French groups work together in an uneasy alliance.

==King, Hannibal==

Private Investigator, originally located in Chicago, IL. King was eventually revealed to be one of the Nightsiders - or "The People" as they then termed themselves. King was instrumental in putting together the Nightsider Treaty with Carl Ellis, and played a early but pivotal part in the transfiguration of [[Rhyner, Hannelore / also known as Medea|Hannalore Rhyner]] into the principal of Salvation -- and her subsequent elevation to leadership of the new Nightsider (Fae) society, and afterward Queen of The Seelie Court.

==LaForge, Roger==

Current leader of the Brotherhood of the Beast. Might be more of an interim leader, as it is believed that he is searching for Baron Hauptmann. Actually just a figurehead (apparently) as indicated by Prometheus.

==Marissa Kazina==

A young woman of Spanish descent living in Vienna, where she owned and operated a nightclub. She is the potential consort to the current King of Body, Auda Abbasi. She is a beautiful woman in her early thirties with dark hair, dark eyes, and a sharp business sense. She is from a decent middle-class family in the Balkans (Yugoslavia). She has a minor criminal record in Vienna for petty theft and disturbing the peace.

Henrik and Rebecca first met with her in early March 1932. She later met with Carl and company in July 1932 on the estate Chalon sur Saone in France, where they began to introduce her to the mystical state of the world. Plans for introducing her as a soldier and consort included:
* Taste of Aqua vitae
* Attending awakening of the land at Chalone
* Amanda could help bolster Marissa's power in approx. 1.5-2 wks
* Auda going with her to Tibet and working in the library

==Milo (Tavernner?)==

A crusty, old prospector, Milo's best friend, Annabelle (a mule), has the ability to 'sniff out' alchemical materials. He spends a reasonable amount of time in the deserts near Los Angeles.

==Mueller, Rebecca (nee Hopkins)==

A woman originally from Kentucky, looks like a blonde California girl in her early twenties, but with an attitude. She has a power of empathy that she was raised from an early age to use as a weapon. She is closely bonded to Auda Abbasi and is married to Henrik Mueller.

==[[GREGORY PARKHURST|Parkhurst, Gregory, Dr.]]==

A central figure in Medea's court in Los Angeles

==Prometheus==

An Outsider that was trapped by a group of Alchemists in Russia. Freed by Redland Jack, he is the Outsider most summoned by Redland. As far as Jack can tell, he is not a particularly powerful member of his kind. Jack names him Prometheus because he was found chained up and he hopes he will be a benefactor of mankind. Also, because Greek names sound cool.

==[[KATYANA RASMUL|Rasmul, Katyana aka Albina Gilman]]==

Prior to her death, thought to be on track to becoming second in command of the group in Truillo Spain, under Goddard Islie. Dark sorcerer with many abilities tied to the worship of the Outside ones.

==Reynard==

She is the second most powerful member of the Unseelie Court.

==[[JONATHAN RISWOLD|Riswold, Jonathan]]==

Confidant and right hand man to Pierre Farquelle, up until at least 1905. At some point during this time there was a clash of opinions, and Riswold parted company with Farquelle and his people. Currently living in Mexico, not far from the Texas/Mexico border.

==[[Rhyner, Hannelore / also known as Medea]]==

The Queen of the Fae, and the Principle of Salvation. Her birthday is October 19th. She is currently residing in Los Angeles, and she has set up a base where she is gathering most of her people (several hundred at least). Previously married to Henry Williams (deceased) and Theo Weiss (divorced).

==[[ELAINE ROTH|Roth, Elaine]]==

A member of the [[The_Island_Family|Island Families]] (of the Roth clan) who gave up her mystical connection to the families in order to help Carl against the Warlord Aran in China. She and Antonio Grimaldi have a son named Peter. According to residents in Bailey, she had left Bailey for parts unknown before the events in December 1931 where the village's pagan deity, The Lady, was re-imprisoned. At last report, as of May 1932, Elaine was in Japan.

Both Peter and [[Grace Turner]] whom he was left in Bailey with have since joined Elaine in Japan.

==[[MIRIAM ROTH|Roth, Miriam]]==

Elaine's mother and a member of the [[The_Island_Family|Island Families]] (of the Roth clan), strong in the Roth ability of Empathy. The first of the Family members to break the code of silence and speak to an outsider (Carl Ellis) about the history and ties between the Family members.

==Roxanne==

A young woman, seeming age 18, with dark hair and of Armenian or Russian descent. She travelled for some time as companion to Boris Valenko. She was shy and stuck close to him.

==[[ALEXANDRIA STANTON|Stanton, Alexandria Elyse (nee Durrell)]]==

The Principle of Resurrection, whose whereabouts are unknown at present. She is the head of the "Children of Abydos", and her birthday is on August 19th. Once engaged to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Antonio_Grimaldi|Antonio Grimaldi]], now married to [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Coleman.2C_Jason_aka_John_Stanton|John Stanton]].

==Stevenson, Diana==

Formerly a rising star in the Brotherhood of the Beast. Was known to be more interested in power than in the ideology of the organization. Her current whereabouts are unknown. Said by Prometheus to be one of the current leaders of the Brotherhood (along with Petter Varr and Ian McCullum).

==[[LAURA STRICKLEY|Strickley, Laura]]==

A candidate for the Principle of Aspiration. An aristocratic Englishwoman, she escaped from an insane asylum early in 1932. She believed/believes that she is living in the 1890s. She is currently recovering at the Wisphers Estate. According to the psychiatrist, Dr. Andrew Whitmore, she had been at the asylum for 4 years after a local constable had found her wandering by the beach. She believes that "Donal McTavish" is her godfather, whom she exchanged letters with overseas. (Investigated in Feb 13-16, 1932.)

==[[MAGGIE THOMPSON|Thompson, Maggie]]==

Recruiter and operative for The Penthus Corporation.

==[[RODERICK USHER|Usher, Roderick]]==

A powerful Nightsider who has designs on becoming the leader of the Fae. Originally house leader in the Enclave faction, since Medea's rise and the fall of the Enclave, he has allied himself with one of the Elders and became Consort to the Queen of Air and Darkness within the Seelie court. Usher was ambushed and killed through the machinations of Gottard Islie in summer of 1932.

==Van der Vecken, Johann==

Current leader of the Unseelie Court.

==Varr, Petter==

Said by Prometheus to be one of the current leaders of the Brotherhood (along with Diana Stevenson)

==Yuri==

'Practice' Leader of 'The Alchemists' in Russia. Based out of St. Petersburg. He's in his early 60s. He works closely with two other alchemists, Gregor and Chijiko (sp). They were all nice to Redland, so we can safely assume they're good guys.

==Other Non-Player Characters==

==Image Gallery==

===Player Characters===

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File:RedlandJack.jpg|Redland Jack
File:Antonio_Grimaldi.jpeg|Antonio Grimaldi
File:Comte de la Fère.jpeg|Comte de la Fère
File:Theo.jpg|Theo Weiss
File:LilaClark.jpg|Lila Clark
File:VictorGrayson.png|Victor Grayson
File:Franklovejoy.png|Frank Lovejoy
File:Obediah Walters.jpeg|Obediah Walters
File:Jtwilliams.jpg|JT Williams
File:Emma Hardeson (thumb).jpg|Emma Hardeson Knight
File:Dale Parsons.jpeg|Dale Parsons
File:JasonColeman.jpeg|Jason Coleman
File:Carl Ellis.jpeg|Carl Ellis
File:John Elwar.jpg|John Elwar
File:Dubcek.jpg|Marcus Dubcek
File:Amanda Cohen.jpeg|Amanda Cohen
File:George Fuller.jpeg|George Fuller
File:Adrian Sinclair.jpg|Adrian Sinclair
</gallery>

===Non-Player Characters===

<gallery widths="119px" heights="150px" perrow="6">
File:Abe Axler.jpeg|Abe Axel
File:Michael Barnes.jpeg|Michael Barnes
File:Martha Bitterman.jpeg|Martha Bitterman
File:Thomas Bitterman.jpeg|Thomas Bitterman
File:Meridon Caine.jpeg|Meridon Caine
File:Bernard Cohen.jpg|Bernard Cohen
File:Vivian Cooper-Levitt.jpg|Vivian Cooper-Levitt
File:Fred Copely.jpeg|Fred Copely
File:Olivia-and-Jason.png|Olivia and Jason
File:La Voisin.jpeg|La Voisin
File:Daphne Ferris.jpeg|Daphne Ferris
File:Eddie Fletcher.jpeg|Eddie Fletcher
File:Heather Flynn.jpg|Heather Flynn
File:Dick Foley.jpeg|Dick Foley
File:Danny Macklin.jpeg|Danny Macklin
File:Frank_murphy.jpeg|Frank Murphy
File:Pmb_p60t.jpg|Gregory Parkhurst
File:George Philips.jpeg|George Philips
File:Alexis Romanov.jpeg|Tsar Alexis Romanoff
File:Ineska 02.jpg|Ineska Romanoff
File:Boyar Rulianoff.jpg | Pietr Rulionoff
File:Madeline Usher.jpeg|Madeline Usher
File:Ryan Becker.jpeg|Colonel Ryan Becker
</gallery>

[[category: The Stars Are Right]]
[[category: Player Characters]]
[[category: Inactive Characters]]

The Stars Are Right: New York Incursion

2014-01-25T02:10:56Z

Redland Jack: /* Documents */

'''Return to the [[TheStarsAreRight:Main Page|Main Page]].'''

==New York Incursion==

A major eruption of Outsider activity into Manhattan. Occurred on 19 October 1932.

==Groups==

All groups participating in the Incursion.

==Timeline==

==Transcripts==

Descriptions of specific moments during the Incursion.

==Documents==

A list of all documents reflecting on or announcing the Incursion.

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FieldReport2|'''Redland's Field Report''']]

[[category: The Stars Are Right]]
[[category: Major Events]]

TheStarsAreRight:FieldReport2

2014-01-23T06:41:24Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack '''Return to Redland Jack's page'''] Field Report: Redland Jack Activity: New York Incursion Grade: D- We receiv..."

[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack '''Return to Redland Jack's page''']

Field Report: Redland Jack
Activity: New York Incursion
Grade: D-

We received a report of Outsider activity at Columbus Circle near our headquarters. We moved out in force, primarily on foot, and walked down the street to investigate.

Along the way, we encountered a minor situation at a Christian Science church. A strange (and deadly) fog had deposited some kind of crystalline incubator inside the church. Eschewing subtlety, we chopped it up with the Sword of Solomon and conventional weapons destroyed the strange insect-like creatures inside.

We continued down the street and arrived at Columbus Circle, where there were more of these incubators. They had been in place longer, and we were unable to damage them with shotguns, the Sword, or most of our other ‘magic’. Henrik had a life weapon that was moderately effective. Amanda could likely have pushed enough power through the weapon to deal with the incubators, but we determined that this threat was not serious enough to take such extreme measures at this time. Instead, we decided to call for assistance.

At this point our group split into three distinct pieces. Doctors and healers left for their specific tasks. Henrik and I sensed the presence of a ‘soft spot’ not too far to the northeast (in Central Park). We left part of our group to help contain the issue at Columbus Circle (while they waited for assistance). The rest of us moved to assess the soft spot.

When we approached the spot (a 20’ (or so) diameter odd reddish looking ‘pool’), several dog-like creatures emerged from the soft spot and attacked us. They were easily dispatched with conventional weapons (shotguns and rifles).

As the last of the hounds fell, we were struck by artillery fire. I possess some (very) minor healing abilities, and I offered to use them on Henrik. He declined, as his wounds were minor. The rest of us were moderately to severely injured. I chose not to heal them, as, other than Henrik, I did not believe any of them to be mission critical, and I did not wish to expend my limited energy, possibly a bad judgment call.
Robert Krusemark wanted to return to headquarters with the wounded. Henrik and I thought we should stay and attempt to address the soft spot. Henrik and I refused to leave and Robert took everyone else and retreated back northwest towards headquarters.

I drew a Hayes-Waite ward near the edge of the soft spot so that we would have some protection while we studied the problem. Shortly after creating the ward, strange creatures(?) started falling from the sky in large quantities. The ward seemed to repel them, and we tried poking the soft spot with the Sword. Not too surprisingly, nothing happened, as the spot (presumably) has no ‘identity’. Leveraging the presence of the soft spot, I then attempted to contact Prometheus, my Outsider friend (or possibly ‘friend). I learned that the ‘true’ Outsiders were still far away … too far away to be reached.

Under the relentless assault, the ward started to give way. Henrik poured some power into the wards, which seemed to restore them. However, it was unclear how long we would be stuck here, so we decided to abandon our position and return to headquarters. On our way back, we saw Boris and attempted to go to his aid. He was moving too quickly, however, and we were forced to continue our trek back to our base.

You know the rest.

The only reason I do not consider my efforts during the Incursion to be a complete failure, is that the invasion was, in the end, repelled.

Although the final victory was achieved through mysticism, I am convinced, more than ever, that the solution to the Outsider problem should be achieved through ‘human’ means. Conventional weaponry seemed, generally, quite effective during the invasion. Negotiation, technological advancement, and mobilization would seem to be likeliest means to keep our world safe.

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack

2014-01-23T06:40:26Z

Redland Jack:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page|'''Return to Main Page''']]
 

Name: Redland Jack (Jack Redmond) Str: 6
Occupation: None (formerly an Economics Professor) Con: 6
Nationality: British (English) Siz: 11
Gender: Male App: 9
Age: 33 (April 30, 1899) Dex: 12
Height: 6'1" Pow: 11
Weight: Current (143 lbs) -- Normal (143 lbs) Int: 18
Hair Color: Brownish (short) Edu: 21

Representative Statements:
"Is it dangerous?"--"Maybe we can talk to them?"--"It's always good to know more."--"I'm just a lackey."
 

[[File:RedlandJack.jpg|upleft=1.25|c|Redland Jack]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|'''Sanity Tracker (updated August 6, 2013)''']] (current sanity = 49.5) 

'''Other''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:AlannaHousehold|Alanna's Household]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:FieldReport2|Field Report on Incursion]] (updated January 22, 2014)

'''Carl Ellis Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1|Carl's Journal Entries, part 1]] (updated December 18, 2013)
* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal2|Carl's Journal Entries, part 2]] (updated November 30, 2013)
* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal3|Carl's Journal Entries, part 3]] (updated December 18, 2013)

'''Letters''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter1|Letter to Laura (6th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter2|Letter to Grimaldi (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter3|Letter to Maxine (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter4|Letter from Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter5|Letter to Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter6|Letter to Laura (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter7|Letter to Laura (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter8|Letter to Meridon (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter9|Letter to Milo (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter10|Letter to Laura (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter11|Letter to Henrik (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter12|Letter to Laura (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter13|Letter to Laura (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter14|Letter to Carl (Xth) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter15|Letter from Li Mai (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter16|Letter from Maxine (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter17|Letter to Pentheus (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter18|Letter to Henrik (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter19|Note to Alanna (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter20|Note to Meridon (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter21|Note from Meridon (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter22|Letter from Laura (1st) (updated September 19, 2013)]]

'''Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal1|Early Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:WereWeInDanger|Were we ever in Danger?]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Grifters|Grifters]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Companions1|Companions1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal2|Rambling Journal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Pharaoh|Pharaoh Deal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Walpurgis|Cornwall Concerns]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sacrifices|Sacrifices]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tibet|Tibet Journal Scrap]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Hexagon|Hexagon of Principles]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Outsiders|Research on Outsiders]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MoreTibet|Tibet Questions]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DryNotes|Dry Notes]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OfEvil|Of Evil]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Ruminations|Ruminations]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Items|Noteworthy Items]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts1|Ongoing Thoughts 1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities|Abandoned/Completed Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities2|Low/Long Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:NewYork|NYC]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Consequentialism1|Ends and Means]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Women|Women]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DamagedJournal|Damaged Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Priorities3|High/Short Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tricks|Tricks of the Trade]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal3|Unskilled Journal Entry (updated March 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts|Ongoing Thoughts 2 (updated June 16, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:LetterE1|Letter (Extract) (updated July 19, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Plan (updated May 31, 2011))]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandStats|Character Sheet (updated August 6, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJournal4|A Desolation Note (updated November 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry (updated June 13, 2013)]]

'''Conversations'''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote2|New York Chat 2 (updated November 11, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote1|New York Chat 1 (updated June 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:JakeNote1|Idle Conversation? (updated May 20, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12a|Summoning Extract (updated November 10, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12|A Voice from the Present (updated December 21, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote11|A Voice from the Ages (updated October 30, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DaleNote1|Nothing Left to Lose (updated November 13, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote9|Moving Crosscurrent of Time (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HerlNote1|Insomnia (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote10|Carl and Jack in Russia (updated August 16, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote2|Meridon Caine Stuff (updated August 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote8|Evening Chat in Chalon (updated April 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenRebNote1|Wisphers Chat (updated March 28, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote1|A Phone Call (updated March 23, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7a|After the Meeting 2nd half (updated March 4, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7|After the Meeting 1st half (updated February 2, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote3|Cabin Fever (updated Dec. 13, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:PentheusConversation|Pentheus Conversation (updated September 18, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TrainConversation|Train Conversation (updated October 8, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote1|Quick Note to Carl (updated July 17, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote2|4/8 Morning (updated July 30, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenrikNote1|Philosophy with Henrik (updated November 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote4|Usher Deal (April 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNotes|Balances (updated April 6, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote1|Magic Chat with Rebecca (updated October 21, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote5|An Unexpected Offer (updated April 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote2|Bond Chat (updated February 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote6|Early Carl Chat (updated August 27, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote|First Chat? (updated March 30, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote2|Early Chat (updated May 11, 2007)]]

[[category:The Stars Are Right|Jack, Redland]]
[[category: Player Characters|Jack, Redland]]

TheStarsAreRight:Updates

2013-12-19T16:46:52Z

Redland Jack:

[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page '''Return to Main Page''']

12/18/2013 - Completely finished Carl's journal entries (July 25 - October 10, 1928)

11/30/2013 - Finished Carl's August journal entries (1928). Added some more letters from Victor.

09/22/2013 - Added photos to [[CARL_ELLIS_BIOGRAPHY|Carl Ellis]], [[Jason_Coleman|Jason Coleman]]. Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Thompson.2C_Maggie|Maggie Thompson]]. Began work on the background of [[The_Penthus_Corporation|The Penthus Corporation]]

09/19/2013 - Briefly sketched out the timeline from Aug. 28 - Sep. 06, covering the last three or four sessions.

09/18/2013 - Added most of the letters sent and received by Redland Jack and Victor Grayson to their respective pages.

09/14/2013 - Separated Faction and NPC information for The Irish Rose Matter. Added portraits, where it seemed appropriate. Also bios, etc; should allow for more useful cross-referencing.

09/03/2013 - Finished up the July entries for Carl's journal. Of course, I started on July 25, so that's not overly impressive...

08/31/2013 - Started transcribing Carl's journal [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|(here)]] from the back half of 1928. Currently looks to be about Madisonville and the fallout from that.

07/07/2013 - Andrew added character pages for Candide and Michael McMann, and updated other pages accordingly. Also generated category pages for various factions affiliated with player characters within Detroit.

06/24/2013 - Added a brief (biased) summary of the last Redland Jack group (China edition) session. [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileySessionJune2013|June 2013 Session]]

06/24/2013 - Andrew made (more!) substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/13/2013 - Updated Jack's [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|Sanity Tracker]] and added [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce updated the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce created the [[Maturine_DeBonnevault|Maturine De Bonnevault Character Page]] including biography and personal letters (and managed to misspell his first name in every instance)

06/11/2013 - Added Sophia's timeline for the Junior J-Men (and women) to the front page to make it easier to find.

06/11/2013 - Merged the Timeline and Narrative Timeline for the Irish Rose and then eliminated the Narrative Timeline.

06/11/2013 - Added Gunner "Stabby" Waa and Montgomery Scott to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]].

06/03/2013 - Added some [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGraysonRuminations|Ruminations]] from Victor Grayson.

06/03/2013 - Andrew made substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/01/2013 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline |Irish Rose Timeline]] and made some moves on the active/inactive members for the Rose.

04/26/2013 - Janyce created the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]], added new information about [[Steele|Steele]], added information to [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]] for 1900 and 1932

04/25/2013 - Janyce added a photo of [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - Janyce updated and extended information about [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - John updated the Irish Rose timeline with lots of info.

11/26/2012 - Added to the Irish Rose timeline. As always, I have the best grip on what happened to my character, so if I'm missing anything, feel free to add and/or amend!

11/24/2012 - Andrew added a large stack of information to the Irish Rose page

11/14/2012 - Janyce added information to Samuel, Esther, Ruth and Adam Hopkins at [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Characters]]

06/10/2012 - Andrew spiffed up the [[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|Irish Rose]] info, added a bunch of stuff, and posted the newspaper articles from Lovejoy.

06/10/2012 - John added a group-specific introduction and timeline to the main page for the Irish Rose game.

11/20/2011 - Created a [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGrayson|Victor Grayson]] page.

11/20/2011 - Added characters to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]. Moved characters from Active to [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]].

11/20/2011 - Added the Irish Rose groups first exploits to the [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]].

11/16/2011 - Added a short November session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/13/2011 - Added a journal entry and a conversation with Maxine Scott at the usual spot: [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

11/13/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think I actually have the dates correct this time!

11/10/2011 - John added a June session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/09/2011 - Added excerpts from 1929 Carl Ellis [[CARL_ELLIS_1929_DOCUMENTS|Journals]]

10/26/2011 - Added information to [[The_Island_Family#References|The Island Families]]

10/26/201l - Added text of [[March_15,_1929_-_Letter_To_Carl_Ellis|letter]] from Jon Riswold to Carl Ellis - March 1929

10/26/2011 - Added the first of the [[TheStarsAreRight:Andrew_Scott|Andrew Scott]] archives, added [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Rasmul.2C_Katyana_aka_Albina_Mercade|Katyana Rasmul]] to important NPCs. Added [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#JUNE_1928|June 1928]] to the history time-line.

06/19/2011 - [[DIRK_MICHAELS_BIOGRAPHY|Dirk Michaels Biography]] added by Sophianna Ardinger

06/17/2011 - Added character sheet; updated 'ongoing thoughts 2' and 'sanity tracker' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page. Readded link to Henrik's character sheet [[Henrik Mueller|here]].

06/15/2011 - Added substantially to the [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign|Glossary]]

06/14/2011 - Added the first of articles to [[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]], and some small additions to the 1929 time line.

06/13/2011 - Added [[July_20,_1930_--_Letter_To_Alexi_Vishnevesky]] to the [[Lamont_Coleman|Lamont Coleman Archives]]

06/13/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Kruglinsky.2C_Kyle|Kyle Kruginsky]], [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Vishnevesky.2C_Alexi|Alexi Vishnevesky]] and [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Armstrong.2C_Jack|Jack Armstrong]] to the Inactive Players page.

06/13/2011 - Added a conversation with Maxine to the [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page.

06/12/2011 - Added Van der Decken and Reynard to 'Important NPCs'. My descriptions are brief and I may have misspelled their names... so, job well done... (Van der Decken -- corrected to Van Der Vecken)

06/12/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think we've agreed that it is August 5, so I've mildly amended a couple of dates to be consistent with this.

06/12/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Waters.2C_James|James Waters]] to Active Player Characters.

06/12/2011 - Added to 1928 letters section of the Carl Ellis Archives [[November_21,_1928_--_Letter_To_Hannalore_Rhyner]]

06/12/2011 - Added first of the glossary words to [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign]]

06/12/2011 - Added to the letters section of the Carl Emerson Archives. [[Carl_Emerson_January_1927_-_Personal_Letters|January 1927]] and [[Carl_Emerson_May_1927_-_Personal_Letters|May 1927]]

06/01/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Kingston.2C_Jacob_.22Deuce.22|Jacob "Deuce" Kingston]] to Active Player Characters.

05/31/2011 - Small update to notes for Redland, including [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Redland Jack Plan]]

05/23/2011 - Added some notes from [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]].

05/20/2011 - Added a conversation, updated Sanity Tracker, and updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

05/18/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Lawrence Eveling (though my description is pretty crummy).

05/18/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. As always, the dates may be off by a little bit.

05/18/2011 - Added Gezak and Jake to Active Player Characters. Moved Dale Parsons and Frank Pallucelli to Inactive Player Characters.

05/18/2011 - Updated - Inactive Player Characters [[Steele]], [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1928|Entire Game History - 1928]]

05/14/2011 - Updated - [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1929|Entire Game History]] - dates 1894, 1919. 1929

05/14/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Dacia Coleman (nee Neville)

05/13/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Peter Fagin

05/13/2011 - Updated Hannelore Rhyner 1929 Documents [[Hannelore_Rhyner_April_1929]]

01/21/2011 - Updated entry for Baron Hauptmann on 'Important NPCs'

01/11/2011 - Added Session Recap to Other Bailey Info, updated 'Bailey Timeline', updated 'Sanity Tracker'.

12/23/2010 - Added 'Sanity Tracker' to Redland Jack's page.

12/21/2010 - Added Session Recap and Summoning Extract to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

12/21/2010 - Updated/Added some 'Important NPCs': Roger LaForge, Prometheus, Diana Stevenson, Petter Varr

12/21/2010 - Updated 1 'conversation' on Redland Jack's page (in bold).

12/21/2010 - Updated 'Bailey Timeline'

11/13/2010 - Added/updated 3 'conversations' on Redland's page.

10/30/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'

10/30/2010 - Added 2 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

10/26/2010 - Added 5 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

09/29/2010 - Added Tsarina Ineska to 'Important NPCs', Dale Parsons to 'Active Players', and updated the 'Bailey' Timeline.

07/19/2010 - Added an extract of a letter to Redland's page. Updated Redland's stats.

07/08/2010 - Added Idrinya to 'Important NPCs'

07/01/2010 - Added Yuri to 'Important NPCs' (whether he is or not...) 

07/01/2010 - Updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on the Redland Jack page (to include some new information on Donal).

06/28/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'.

04/12/2010 - Added Father Patrick(sp) to the 'Active Players' list.

04/12/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'. The dates there are getting really sketchy, so if I remember, I'll try to shore them up next time we meet.

03/12/2010 - Added a weak journal entry and the first part of a conversation between Carl and Redland. The usual spot, [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|here.]]

03/08/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline' [http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline '''here'''].
As usual, it's not a world-beater of an update, so feel free to fill it out with more details if you like.

03/06/2010 - Carl/Jack conversation finished. As usual, Carl has a lot of interesting things to say ... Redland also participates. It's pretty long, so I broke it into two pieces:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

After the Meeting (1st and 2nd half)

02/16/2010 - information added to the following pages:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
::Pierre Farquelle

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]
::Jon Riswold

:[[GAME TIME LINE 1903]]
::Added information to September
::Added information to October

:[[Jonathan Riswold October 1903]] Letter From Pierre Farquell

:[[Hannelore Rhyner January 1929 - Personal Letters]]

:[[DETAILED TIME LINE JANUARY 1929]]

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TheStarsAreRight:Main Page

2013-12-19T16:45:13Z

Redland Jack:

This Wiki details the history of a Call of Cthulhu campaign begun in 1983. The campaign has been running uninterrupted since that inception date.
Game play began in January of 1920, and has since moved into the early thirties.
 
* [[TheStarsAreRight:Updates|'''''WIKI UPDATES (updated December 18, 2013)''''']] 
* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|'''''Quick Link to Redland Jack's page''''']]
 
''NOTE - BLUE TEXT INDICATES ACTIVE LINKS''

=='''Entire Game History Time Line'''==

[[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]]

This scary, huge time line tracks the movements of all of the characters and events that have happened in the game, as gleaned from the source materials.

=='''Cross References'''==

[[Cross Reference Index|Cross Reference Page]]

An attempt to cross reference and index the information about the campaign

=='''Cast Of Characters'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]

=='''Campaign Summaries'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Introduction|General Introduction to the Campaigns]]

There are three groups currently: The Elders, Bailey and the Sea (aka The Redland Jack group), The Irish Rose (...).

===Bailey And The Sea===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Timeline]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

===[[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|The Irish Rose]]===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline | Timeline]]

''In Detroit in 1932, an oddly matched group of characters balances gangsters, a mysterious medical condition, an odd preacher and his sister and a state hospital scandal in an effort to figure out the complicated workings of the under classes.''

===Junior J-Men (and women)===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:GovAgents|Timeline]]

===[[The Stars Are Right: China - Gods and Monsters|China - Gods and Monsters]]===

''At the start of October 1932, an expedition is sent to China to make a deal with Li Mai regarding a stronghold in China and the status of Auda.''

=='''Diaries - A Collection Of Character Writings'''==

[[Steele_Poem|Steele - Undated Poem.]]
::*Thought to have been composed during or just after Hannelore Rhyner's transformation into Medea on October 19, 1929

=='''Game History And Plot Summaries'''==

[[The Dark Queen|The Dark Queen]]

=='''Game Mechanics'''==

To be added soon.

== '''Glossary'''==

[[Terms Used Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Groups'''==

[[Important Groups Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Locations'''==

[[Trujillo, Spain]]

=='''The Library - A Collection of Writings'''==

[[TheStarsAreRight:The Tablets Of Aelda|The Tablets Of Aelda]]

[[TheStarsAreRight:Misc_Letters|Misc. Letters]]

[[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]]

=='''External Links'''==

* [http://cthulhu.meetup.com/53/ Meetup.com: The Stars Are Right]
:This includes scheduling information and some useful files (the introductory file and blank character bio file)

* [http://jhkimrpg.livejournal.com/52332.html LJ Post: "Cthulhu Meetup"] (Feb 21, 2007)
:A personal report on joining one of the campaigns.

* [http://collection.hht.net.au/firsthhtpictures/quickSearch.jsp Historic Houses Trust]
:A phenomenal collection of vintage Australian photos, including the Police and Justice File.

* [http://www.nlm.nih.gov/hmd/ihm/ Images from the History of Medicine]
:Need an illustration from a sixteenth century medical text for... oh, reasons? IHM has you covered and then some. Also includes propaganda, public service posters, tools and impedimenta, and lots and lots of Victorian anatomy illustrations.

* [http://nycma.lunaimaging.com/luna/servlet NYC Municipal Archives]
:Over three quarters of a million photographs from the late 1800s on. Another great resource for period images of crime scenes, night shots, etc. Look for the body stuffed in an oil can!

* [http://historicdetroit.org/ Historic Detroit]
:Lots of essays and photographs of, well, historic Detroit! Especially useful for the Irish Rosers.

* [http://www.mythicdetroit.org/ Mythic Detroit]
: On the other end of the scale, a wiki devoted entirely to the weird and unsettling aspects of Detroit then and now. Check out the [//www.mythicdetroit.org/index.php?n=Main.VoodooMurders Voodoo Murders]!

[[Category:Call of Cthulhu]]
[[Category:Campaign Setup]]

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Redland Jack: Created page with "[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack '''Return to Redland Jack's page'''] Tuesday, 19 Sept 29; 8:00 PM; Montana An extremely interesting visit..."

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Tuesday, 19 Sept 29; 8:00 PM; Montana 
An extremely interesting visit. I wish it had been longer. Although I felt as if we had run out of things to discuss, my mind is now filled with scores of questions and answers that now will not be shared for some time, if ever. 
He is a fascinating study of a man. Flamboyant, vehement, impeccably dressed with an Eton flair, frozen forever just short of graduation. Quietly uncaring about many aspects of the lives of himself and his family, he is slowly fading away, afraid or simply uninterested in taking the road back to health. 
She is a beauty – tall, well-formed, dark-haired and very French. Polite, educated, mannerly…. And softly sad. She sees the lack, I think, in both their lives. But no one moves to make changes. 
The child is uncanny. Solemnly AWARE at age three, and WHAT does he see? His motives are his own. A Child of Power indeed – and if I recall, was he not sired on Sandoo? 
Hm. He likes to watch J. Hm. 
There were several things about the man about which I was warned. Some of them he is aware of; others, I shall not mention. Did not. Even though it seemed crusl, the cruelty would have been greater had it come up. I think. 
We talked about many things. An awful lot of them have already faded from memory – so I shall jot down what I do recall here. 
Rachael will be trouble, he says. There have been other youngsters Avowed in the history of the Family, he told me; and almost always their transition to adolescence has been painful and strife-ridden; often ending in tragedy. Watch out, he says. In a year, two at most, perhaps sooner, it will begin. 
Imagine the horrible frustration of being caught frozen in the first awkward throes of puberty! Forever. Yet the psyche grows, it matures even if the body does not; and what a blow to the self. Neither fish nor fowl – ever. 
He imagines that the pairing between Adam and Rachael was deliberately arranged, engineered into both of them by the Man. The ultimate goal is unclear, though he thinks she was to be brought along into full flower and then sacrificed in some fashion that wrought fullest benefit from promise lost. Adam merely a tool to encourage her to mature. 
And if that were not enough, I am told, the full flowering of her ponic self will gain expression during her change as well, fuelled by the strong new deep-seated needs into unfocused, often violent, effect. Lock up the good china, he warns. I begin to understand. 
This is going to be troublesome! 
Jonathan Riswold. A strong man, filled with personality, convictions, objections. Outspoken, blunt, often painfully so. An arguer, a counterpoint, the Devil’s Advocate – the slap in the face, the cold shower, the bridge burner. Yet, the pose was almost certainly partly assumed, for he was also listener, healer, confessor, debriefer, to all those needed him. And rumor chaser, cleanup man, as we already knew. He encountered the Group often, but worked separately. Never was caught up in the politics of personality. He was a very old friend and helpmeet of PF’s…. virtually ran the group for a long time after ’84. No one knows his talent(s); but he predates Harden. 
His lovely wife Angelique – French – the sweet tempered colleague. Lovely and talented… and she had the misfortune to die in a skiing accident. Totally natural. How sad. 
The “brother” he writes to in the Chicago letters is a fiction; though he may have had one once he was long gone by the letters’ writing. An oft-used ploy, I am told, in suspicious times. 
’84: Dogs barking, people whispering, signs, portents, myriad secret messages passed among the Family. Outt was there, yes, but very junior; barely four years Across (?!!) and not entirely deemed ready. What he knows, he learned later. 
Cyth. Was taken; perhaps Taken; tortured, died a long and horrible death in great pain. He could not help but feel it, each agony, each loss as shreds of humanity, Power, self, life were flayed from her – and from him. 
The screaming. There was so much screaming. Agony, rage, helplessness – but there was NOTHING to be done and no escape. When she died, so did a part of him. Him & his world. There was nothing he could do. He was insensible, almost incapable in his grief for some time. 
Then, later, when he could once again feel to suffer, she was taken. The little girl. Found, later, of the Thames. PF did something, some pact or bargain or sorcery that gave his daughter back to him. Or something like her, enough like that he could fool himself into believing. 
After that, he was never the same. Something gone, some spark of life or joy that never returned. He was still there, still helpful, willing, able, but in some way lacking. More & more, Riswold became the axle for the Family, but he was not the same. He was simply not Pierre. 
Outt thinks that Riswold, or perhaps Riswold and Harden together, decided to counterattack. They went there, to the Black Prince’s lair, more than a dozen full-Trained in the height of their power. They met – and they were slaughtered. Torn apart. All of them gone, the brightest and best. The group never recovered. And the most damnable thing was that the Black Man was not even there. 
Outt confirms that, without a Balance, the Avowed do become unstable & insane. It takes a long time, he says; years at least, more likely decades, he knew one self-sufficient woman who was still healthy after a century; but it does happen. He sees the signs of it in himself, but has no real interest in correcting the problem. Outt has a very deeply rooted fear of this; part of it, I suspect, springs from a reluctance to take any kind of ineluctable step, however he speaks otherwise; but part is surely his unwillingness – EVER – to expose himself to the risk of being helplessly hurt as the Old Man was. And so, he hurts himself, and possibly his wife as will. I feel for them both. 
What is it that causes this … distortion? Ponic use? I used to think so, but Outt has not used his powers for much of anything in years, yet he worsens. The stress, merely, of being an immortal in a body and mind that is designed to age and die? The Unity being self-pruning, getting rid of ‘sterile’ buds? Something deeper? We NEED connection with the Unity, but the Balance relationship is different. Balance is the ponic equivalent of marriage…. Is sexuality a part of the issue? I suspect it must be, it is one of the fundamental drives of the human self! Surely the Balance is the creation, however evanescently, of the being that has access to both male and female principles? 
We discussed Eveling and the Children. He was especially struck, as I have been, by the periodic wholesale losses of groups of Avowed Children. Foolishness by Eveling? Incompetency? Or some sort of necessary sacrifice or bargain struck? Something like the latter seems likely to me. I cannot imagine anyone doing ponic research, WITH Avowed folk, for an entire century without maing more progress than they have! 
((Hm – Several thoughts just struck me. Not helpfully, mind you, rather the revers; but interesting. 
Lazlo reports seven children, ages 8-15, missing in 1847; and two of these turning up again, dead, five (no, six) years later. He does not say which of the Children, but their apparent ages were close to when they were taken. We have always assumed the deaths to be monster action. But what if they were brought about by psychic puberty? Or, were they an Adam-and-Rachael? 
He also said that, in ’20 or so, Jacob & a couple of local people came ill with what I took to be power poisoning. But it occurs to me that the symptoms are quite like thos I remember of my own bout with the Ponic Plague! It most likely was power poisoning, but the similarity is noteworthy. 
Thirdly – it seems suddenly clear that one, at least, thrust of the Eveling work is specifically to perform the long interactive task of finding baubles that work for use during the Time! And that is indeed a task that would be lengthy.)) 
Names of the Dead. Audrey the Basque; Charles Brookshire; Jefferson T Washington. Harden. 
Generals go in LAST. Always. They are the final resort, the finger in the dyke. A precious valuable, never to be squandered. The general only enters play when the soldiers are overpowered, ready to give up. 
Unwritten discipline. What the commander says is law. His authority is absolute – and his responsibility is also. 
Pierre was the one who always explained to the others why their friends had died. First. He never raised his voice, never accused, never laid blame. Confessor and healer, he always talked one step by step through the battle – and one found one’s own course. 
I showed Outt the two letters (the Curious One of the Black Ma’s, and Pierre’s Angry Letter). He is frightened by Islie’s. Says it shows him to be far more intelligent and clever than anyone ever dreamed in the old days. He says he pities the One to whom it was written … says he’s doomed, for not knowing how deep is hole ahead of him, nor how sharp the claws. 
Pierre’s only makes him sad. Such a desperate attempt to make someone understand; and such a scathing condemnation of Columbo’s Trained! 
I am saddened and relieved that it never reached its intended hands. 
A curious thing he said, reading the Black Man’s note. “Show me the man for whom this was written,” he said, “and I may be able to field you a few more Trained folk!” 
I did not say anything. I could not. Yet. 
Friday, 21 Sept 28; New Haven 9:15 AM 
Days and days of rail, and I never truly tire of it, even though it gets weary and I long for long hot baths! This country is so HUGE, so full of different things! Rail is the best way to see it all, I think. 
Lots of midnight thoughts in the lounge with the lights out, watching the world go by, so dark, so empty. Are we lost? Are we alone? Is this train, somehow, the repository of the last people on earth? And then, in the far distance, a single small house with one light burning in an upstairs window. Who are you, my dear lonely companion? What do you do there, under the wheeling sky? Are you alone? Surrounded by loved ones? Do you notice me as I pass in the night? 
At such times I feel …l stretched, full; reaching out in some undefinable fashion to embrace it all, the trees, crops, grass, people, and the bowl of sky as well. Quiet, and satisfied. And the happiness grows and grows within me until I am filled to bursting, silent paean of “Here I am!” 
Even the kids are enjoying this trip, I think. Adam, as I said, loves it, and Rachael has gotten enough accustomed to it all now that she likes to sit at the window and watch the world go by. But she still sleeps a lot, and the constant noise and movement must be troublesome. 
Stopovers are the worst. Fortunately, they only happen once every couple of days. How I looked forward to getting here! Central Station in Minneapolis at midnight was spooky and very empty. Only a dozen or so of us in the place – dim echoey halls and black shuttered windows of boutiques and barber shops. The big arch of roof over the tracks was hidden in black, just a hint of a thousand crossbeams visible from below. Just echoes, and footsteps, and the sleepy murmurs of pigeons and sparrows above. 
How different is Chicago!! Union Station at the hub of the world – three o’clock P.M.! Thousands of people of every description moving, bustling, shoving each other in their hurry. Touts, newsboys, shoeshine vendors, and cab drivers, businessmen, travelers … Oh! I love it! Humanity in all it raucous, slightly seedy glory! How could I not devote myself to you? 
And now, here. We arrived last night in two taxis, one for us and one for the bags. He met me at the door. Straight. Interesting fellow! Not quite the paragon that Bent is purported to be … but quite unnervingly efficient in his own right. Does not often know what one needs; but always knows when something is desired. Fed us tea & cakes, then to bed. 
So now the new day begins, & I can go explore. 
4:30 PM, Same Day 
Vacation. A busy day; not without its share of surprises! But I feel better, more at ease, than I have for a while, despite the potentially troublesome topics. 
 
POSSIBLE REDACTION
 
 
Spiders. What is natural to an Outling? What do they do when they are not here – and why do they seek to come? ‘We must not hate what we merely do not understand.’ Still very true – but would a dose of understanding not help? How to get it??? Julian thinks there’re two types of Black Things: Outlings who merely act naturally, according to their natures, whatever they are; and the Others, the consciously, deliberately malevolent ones. She could be right. But how can we use this distinction? Can we? Dunno. 
Reminded of GE’s letter. “You will put your worlds before the others.” A flaw? 
How/Why? 
Tonight we relax. Tomorrow we travel. 
Saturday, 22 Sept 1928; Evansville Indiana 
Bubble, bubble. Resumed? Or continued? Noticeable once more, in any case. I feel it, that nervous sensitivity behind the eyes. Excitement, anticipation, not unpleasant, yet not without its share of dread. Like a tiny voice inside me. Whispering, all the time. “Go, go,” it says. “Hurry…hurry….” And “You must, you must -!” 
Must what? I do not know. 
Tomorrow we see the Grand Old Man. Why am I going? I have forgotten. What will I say to him? I have forgotten that, too. Or the subjects I can think of seem silly or pretentious. No better than the others. 
And yet, and yet…. 
I must -! 
Of course I must. Whatever. 
I did not shave this morning. It was not necessary; and that is unusual to me. Even now, I feel only a sort of five-o’clock stubble – but it is one that was two days in the growing. 
Bubble, bubble…. Am I slowing down? 
And how are the others? Dear Carl, where are you now? Andrew – where? Doing what? Be careful; England may not be safe for you just at present. Lazlo? What are you dreaming tonight? 
Tony? What happened in Boston? What is happening in California? It must be going on even now. How are you, poor dear fellow? Are you well, are you happy? Oh, oh, do please be careful …. We cannot stand another China now. 
What are you up to Maddy? You and Byron? And Clay, perhaps? 
Perhaps I should write. 
Bubble, bubble. The night is dark. 
And yet - 
It is nearing midnight. The streets I can see from our second-floor window are nearly empty. But the sky is black, and filled with crowding stars, only a sliver of moon low in the east. There is a lonely walker passing below, a solid fellow without a hat. He whistles as he walks, simple, barely tuneful; but the tune fills my ears, my hears, like a very large thing. Da-dum, dum, dee-da-dee; how it hurts, nearly!! A warm spike of humanness that pierces me. This happy, homely man…. I feel I know him. He is my brother, my best friend. I want to greet him, see him smile in return – and I feel I know how he would smile. 
How can the world be so large, so full? It hurts to feel it, like wanting to cry or taking too deep a breath. 
And this afternoon, on the train, a flash of color over hills near sunset that filled my eyes and ran over into other parts of me. Nothing unusual to see, no – but of a sudden the scene was magnificent to me. So intense and gentle; but a scene that is made for music; color that creates the memory of a taste, a scent, an emotion. Do you see? Do you know? 
How can the world be so large, and me so small, awestruck and overcome as I am? 
Spirits of the air, indeed! All I need is the light. Or a song. 
I am reminded of Julian’s dream. 
Tuesday, 24 September 1928; Newhaven 
Back again. Or is it Monday? I suppose it must be. Dear me, this night travel sometimes seems purposely to confuse. 
I learned a lot yesterday. At least it seems that way to me now. But it is in myriad tiny fragments that do not stand alone. To make sense of them I must mull them over, stir and fit piece to piece in a hundred ways to find the patters. Even the so much of it means nothing without its context! It is no wonder that my memories of the previous visit faded like smoke over a day or two. 
This trip was remarkable unlike the last. I think I know why; at least in part. He does not like to tell you things you do not know, though sometimes that point is stretched to confirm a suspicion or two. But then, of course, the more one does know, the freer the discourse! And he does have opinions, however circumspectly he airs them. 
He liked the fruit, I think. 
We cat-and-moused around Pierre and the Dark Man, though few specifics were aired. Perhaps I should have dug deeper. I did not, ah well. Pierre is a fascinating man. He continues to tach even after he is gone. Is he truly gone, then? 
How can we make use of that? The name, the idea is powerful. Must he die to the world? No, I think not. Live again, Pierre! You are old, and have been ill – but such dreams can have power. Yes. 
And the Island folk. He seems to feel that their goals and mine are ultimately incompatible. Well, he has better reason to know than I. I do not like that answer – it is too pat, too comfortable – but certainly I have not the means at hand to find my own! The Foundry is a very real threat, to me and to Julian, and she controls the Folk. As for the Lady, well…. Face it, Ellis old man, even if she’s not malevolent or hostile, would you really want the Lady running around the world, swaying the masses to her whims and mucking about with North Sea shipping? Not really. Perhaps as a last resort; but by then everything else will be different, anyway. 
I fear that my gentle counsels with the Roth will have to be diminished. I am too soft-hearted and might otherwise come too close, and so upset the whole ballgame. 
Not so Marklin. Even the Old Man maintains that he ought to be put down! There seems to be nothing good to say about the man. “A skin filled with crawling horror.” Hmm. 
Nursery rhymes; prophecies; futures. 
He say he has the power to wield Farquell’s Mirror! 
Burdens. I can still put it down, he warns. It is not yet too late … not until they DEPEND upon me. Then there is nothing to be done. 
Was there ever, though? 
And, as a parting shot, this question: “Casting aside all questions of morality or duty, WHAT DO YOU WANT, MR. ELLIS?” I shall find, says he, much of what I must do within the answer. 
But on which level must I apply this question? I am a complex person, not simple. There are several answers, never one, and they do not untangle from one another. 
What do I want? Just for me, to make me happy? 
I want joy. Laughter, music, unhurried growth and the opportunity for graceful change. 
I want Julian in the fullness of her self, mature, aware, and free, to stand within me and by my side. 
I want to BE and to BELONG; to have a unique and necessary place that is mine to hold and use with pride. To see and know that I am part of a continuum that both supports and contains me, and goes on beyond my furthest step. Community. Communion. Yes, it still comes down to that. 
But there is more. 
I want to SEE! To KNOW! To touch the holy, the art and mystery, the challenge of wonders that are greater and grander than I. 
Exaltation. Love. Family. 
I want to look upon the face of God. 
I would not be where I am if it were not what I desired. I did not choose this road out of duty, it has grown to me of mystery. Be true to yourself, that is the rule. Not true? To seek; to grasp the edges of Wonder and sometimes briefly to SEE; To grow, and step beyond where I have been, where I could have been before the understanding came. And then to build, to turn, to show others the things I have learned! Lovely. 
I am not a great leader of the masses. Neither am I a killer. They are right, SHE is right. I was born to create, not to destroy. 
How, then do I answer? 
……… 
And now we are here again, reunited with the kinder. I laugh; Adam looked truly surprised to see us walk in! As if we planned abandonment. I wonder why he thought so? 
Rachael, on the other hand, is doing wonderfully. Scarcely notice our arrival; Straight has shown her how to feed the birds from the garden steps, and now she sits enraptured amidst a shimmering cloud of wings. Wonderful. I am so happy that she has at last found something to wholeheartedly enjoy! 
It will be no burden for her to remain here another week. Not so Adam! Here, again, he has nothing to Do. And before, always he was the Defender, the only good think in Rachael’s young new life. Now that is no longer true. She is finding joy without him; and how can that fail to hurt? 
Still, they have their time here alone together, and that is surely something to be treasured. 
Wednesday, 26 Sept 1928, 3 PM 
Riding on a railroad across the Illinois/Wisconsin border. Three days, I have. Three days to think things over. Colbert; then Cavendish; then (with a nod to my mother’s birthplace) here again. Here to face the music, and carry what I have begun. 
Once you start, you know, you cannot stop. If you will carry the ball, you must run far and fast or you will be swallowed. 
Summer is ending – and the lazy days are gone forever. I think SG was trying to warn me. Did he see this coming? It was well meant; but of course some warnings mean nothing until they are too late. Events conspire to push me forward – to force motion and growth, even when it is uncomfortable. 
So – I have begun. Begun to change the rules. To make a new game plan … and hope that He does not notice for a long time. To the rest of them it must always seem my idea, whatever the truth is. It is possible that they will accept from me, some of them, what they would deny or mistrust from another source. 
Which means the burden is mine. I must be right. 
We need not be alone. There is another group. Larger than ours, more diffuse and poorly organized perhaps, but very well entrenched and skilled in the arts of perception and of moving unseen. There is a new power within their ranks, one that is aware and afraid enough of the Time to want to join the Fight at last. That faction is surfaced, now; and they wish a pact with us. An alliance. If we lose the Fight, they are doomed as surely as we. 
Yet such an alliance will be no easy thing. There are ancient fears and hatreds that must be put aside, on both sides of the treaty. For some, a pledge of help and protection will be impossible. Even for me, it is a strain to speak easily of it. 
The others are not human. 
They are not the Dark, yet we have preyed on each other for centuries. 
The others are vampires. 
Think of it! Think of what they could do for us! And us for them – each has abilities the other surely lacks. 
BUT. Yes, I know. How can I think of it? They are the ancient enemy! They prey upon mankind! Surely they are worse than those we fight – for those at least, are still human! 
I disagree. They are the infected, they did not choose their fate; they were born and lived as men, and have still the memories and passions. As we are not Gods, neither are they devils. Different does not mean evil – there is evil and good both in them. As in us. They are beyond the edge of mystery – fine! Let us be their anchor to the world of day! 
Am I blinding myself? Falling prey to this thing, a plot by darkling evils to secure a haven among us? I do not think so. I have spoken to their leader – and he WANTS this thing! He is not proud of being what he is! He does not wish dominion; but I have seen the fear in him and the need. Need for a touch, a reminder of what he once was? Need for the road away from the darkness and passions of an ancient and tyrannical culture of lonely predators? Need for logic and planning, for intelligence and organization. 
And he has been at least partly honest with me. He does not believe that either of our groups has a chance alone. 
So; the treaty. Nothing onerous, in the main. Mutual protection promised between the signatories. Aid and support in the fight: Intelligence, cooperation, even battlefield help if necessary.
But before any of this can happen, there must be a beginning. The treaty will be more than a contract, for them; there will be a binding to the terms of the agreement; and many of the others do not believe that we are capable of honoring our promises, particularly if we are not likewise bound. 
So, they wish – they demand – an exchange of emissaries. Hostages, if you will. For two months, or until the treaty is complete. From November first to the New Year. One of theirs will come to us. One of ours will live with them. Each will return unchanged and unharmed. 
And here is where things get difficult. Because they will allow the choice of any of them for their part (they are that interested in this treaty!) but they have chosen already who they wish from our ranks. 
A woman. 
One who is not truly one of us, though she knows us. 
One who has faced a lot of sorrow, quite recently. 
Hannelore Rhyner Williams. 
I have no right to ask this of a woman, let alone a recent widow who has even more recently lost her only child! No right at all, and I feel like a swine for even considering it. Yet ask her I shall, and Carl Emerson as well, for he is her best friend and protector. I can do; I must do no less … and there is no penalty if she refuses. The others will merely make a new choice. 
Ah, Carl! You poor man, you can have no idea of what I am bringing to you. You may come to hate me. I may lose your trust, and your friendship. But I feel I am doing the right thing. For better, for worse, here I start. A new beginning. New rules. A thing not seen before. My own mark upon the face of the Fight. How the ripples will begin to spread! 
It is time to master my fate; to guide it, and no longer merely to drift along in backwater. 
This is my cause to champion. I shall. 
I would not have believed I was talking to Meagan, if I had not seen it myself! She has gotten all squealy and girlish. Frankly, it looks good on her – but MEAGAN? Incredible. We have met Mister Perfect as well – and that is precisely as he seems. He is handsome, he is charismatic, statesmanlike, attentive, everything a Presidential candidate should be. 
He dotes on her – treats her with the utmost affection and care. 
Just like his favorite, most beloved puppy. 
I do not know what to think. He seems to be a nice fellow, I found him pleasant – but I have grave misgivings about their future together. 
Also, King thinks he may be involved in the murder of his parents, even though there is no proof. 
And…. It’s just TOO perfect. I suppose I am getting paranoid. 
Fooey. 
We talked about the wedding plans, especially with regard to the Fighters, the Dark, and Julian’s being splashed all over the society pages. Result: New names for us, some clever makeup for her, and a private reception for all of us. 
Then she goes and ruins it all by filling her beau in on all the details, including both sets of our names, when we were introduced!! Rrrrrr! If there is any Dankle in him at all, Miss C has just invalidated the whole operation!!! 
Oo, I was mad! But what could I do? Ruin everything for her, without proof? Smile, Carl. Be nice. And hope everything is fine. 
Here comes Kenosha. This will be fascinating. 
“Poltergeist Cases Revealed” 
“Frauds in Spiritualism” 
“Life Among the Arabs” 
“Forgotten Cults” 
Eleven o’clock, same evening 
Waiting in the station for my midnight train. Poor man. Truly, he deserves his rest. God give him peace. 
We spoke a lot about Captainship and fighting. Funny; I found him to be much less grim and depressing than I had expected, after hearing Lazlo’s comments. I wonder what he thought of me? What must his opinion be, of all these latter-day gnats buzzing around him? 
Silence suits him now. He is content. 
I do not think anyone will be repeating the feat that released him from City’s power. Most of those who knew how are gone; and so is the device, I think, that made it possible; and part of the bargain concerned “civic improvements” that have been done, and need not be done again. Alas. 
“Leave her be,” he implies. “She is safe from it; it does not want her.” Sigh. 
Why did he not stay with her? 
I do not understand; and cannot ask. 
We talked about Guardian cults. Arc’s letter comes from one such. He says they are oft-found, not unusual in and of themselves. 
And he knows something of Scott’s “Cold People”. I shall have to tell Scott. He even has a small vocabulary worked out, and a primitive grammar. Gave me an enormous book to read with this stuff in the appendices. It looks complicated. Perhaps I shall fool with it a bit on the train – but perhaps not. At any rate, Scott ought to know. 
My train is due in a few minutes. I wonder what my girl is up to? I shall call to her, once we are in motion. 
Do you miss me, sweet darling? 
Friday, 28 Sept 1928; 8 PM 
Alone in an empty train station once again. Yawn. An interesting day, but not as productive as I had hoped. 
The Wintershaven site is empty and gloomy under grey skies. A lake, a waterfilled hollow, some nice trees and lawn, a few scattered walls, and rubble. A testament to our transience – great hopes and a great house hone to dust and ashes. So sad, the loss; a bitter taste in the mouth, the air think in the throat; how can they do it? I dream a dream, like Newhaven but happy, filled with life - 
Gone. To witness the deaths of these dreams is to die, a little. To destroy is to kill. I wanted to shout! To push back the tide with the sheer force of my scream! To say a word so vital, so potent with creation that by itself it might drive back the destroyers, BUILD ANEW, in this place of loss!! 
I returned to my car and drove on. 
Saw the Temple only from afar, since I had no right to intrude and no message or word from Zigfried. Quite large; but more compact than I expected, somehow. I did not see very many people about, either. 
So out of place, here in the rolling forests of Minnesota! 
My visit with Lucius was both fascinating and frustrating in the extreme. His island sits out there in the middle of the lake, lushly overgrown like a green beacon amidst the woodlands. No way across, I had to row; and no real path to the house, either. The whole place has the feel of a garden, lovingly cared for and nurtured. Not surprising, if one knows the man. 
Cavendish himself is unexceptional. Pleasant, intelligent and well-spoken, but distracted. I could not help but feel that my presence was a burden; and, as it turned out, I was correct. 
I had a long list of things to take up with him. Many of them concerned the Chinese Goddesses. Thse, however, are personal issues – he would say nothing, except that he would ask of his ‘sources’ and let me know what he learned at a later time. 
On general philosophy we found more fertile ground. Cavendish has not given much study to the ponic forces (what he calls the “Earth Force”); rather, he deals as a priest of Nature with the forces of Life. Wouldn’t Emerson love to speak to him! He expounded at some length upon the patterns of interaction between lives; and the things he said about the forms and structures of life force are curiously familiar; they mirror very closely the things I have seen in the ponic realm! Patterns and patterns – circles and circles – and are they all the same thing, merely seen from a different angle? 
What, precisely, DO I see? 
At any rate, the question quickly became moot, because at roughly this point in our talk I was abruptly asked to leave by Mr. Cavendish. Seems his resident House Spirit (??) is a jealous sort, does not like others, strangers, in its territory. No real explanations, merely “please, you must go. I am sorry. I will walk you to the gate.” 
I feel as though Cavendish is walking a delicate emotional tightrope in that house. His wife, his child, his Goddess, the Fox Lady, this house spirit, all have claims on him. Claims I do not understand, left unstated in my presence, but whose very real weight hangs heavily around. 
I left. I hope he writes me. There is so much to learn! 
Saturday,29 Sept 28, just before Midnight 
Back in Chicago, again! Back in, ladahdadadee…. I am beginning to have my doubts about the alliance. No, they are more worries than doubts; but I have begun to have the facts rubbed in my face. 
This thing is not going to be easy. There will be anger. There will be fury. I may be throwing people into civil war. 
First and foremost, Julian. Her views are simple. Rational. The nightsiders are Black Things, pure and simple. We ought to be killing them – and that is that. She is willing to keep her peace for my sake. ONLY for my sake! But it changes nothing of her desires – and I hope (oh, how I hope!) that this huge and fundamental difference in our desires does not cause a rift between us. That I could not bear! 
Impressions of the …. What? Darklings? No, bad term, if we are to be allies. Nightsiders – their term. So: impressions of the nightsiders. 
Malcolm. The poet. Very Wilde-ish. Quiet, slow/languid, moody, contemplative. He is his own art form in word and deed! And I am told that, given sufficient encouragement, he actually writes poetry – though rarely. He is, it seems, shy. K says he would not have lasted long without the protection of his group. Submissive, unexceptional, he blends in everywhere. A good watcher. 
Diana. Young, pert, vivacious, outspoken, and personally charismatic. Trouble. The best schooled, or the most at ease, with us; but speaks her mind all too clearly and is prone to opinions that, I think, are extreme for both us and them. 
Lydia. Husky/sultry. A temptress. Very sensually aggressive …. Old-school, I think. Her mannerisms among us are refined but limited. Rusty. I think she is the eldest. A loner, or the most accustomed to being alone. Think of her as the most typical of Nightsider society – but do not underestimate her. 
And, of course, the King himself. Here is no comfortable seat, but a mass of contradictions. Sometimes he is simple, bluff, professional. Others he is aggressive out of loneliness, caustic from relief, deadpan from ridicule. I could like this man, if he were nothing more. The perfect bridge; he longs to put his humanity before his other-hood, even though it hurts him. 
Tomorrow morning, Meagan. Then back to the kids, and east. 
Monday, 1 Oct 1928, morning; back at Newhaven 
Tony called me this morning. Cold; distant; a brisk professional veneer thing covering desperation and despair. I do not know what it was that he did not say, but it spoke volumes in its absence – and what he did say was bad enough. 
They hit the Boston house after a week’s worth of watching. Labs; manufactory, and four or five people, led by one of the Avowed. Not KR – but someone like her. All dead now save one prisoner. Prisoner?! What are we to do with prisoners? We are not prepared to handle such things, even if I thought it a good idea. Which I do not. But G has him now, for good or ill. 
Proof at last, of the Dark-Trained. 
The Black Man has used his own as traps. Traps! Triggered by questioning-? They tear themselves apart. Does he know? Lord God in Heaven, how can we possibly touch this fiend!! Beautiful soaring melodies, indeed!! Oh, lost, lost, lost and afraid…..! 
And Tony! I am losing you too, aren’t I? I watch you, feel you slipping away …. One of the best, more lost by the hour; and what can I do? You will not touch me, will not let me touch you! Helpless! I can do nothing if you will not let me help you …. Oh, how sad and bitter it all is. 
They say he never laid blame or condemned his people; and so I shall try to do the same. To stay silent is easy; but not to TRY-! That is hard, so hard. 
I am afraid. So afraid. 
Is the whole fragile family dying? 
I have NO TIME to learn how to heal! The whole delicate edifice may be in shards before the Gathering, which once seemed so close! 
How can the face of things change so fast? 
Be careful, Tony! Oh, how I dread your works to come! California may be our undoing; I have no reason to feel that way, I merely do. Oh, please – step softly! We need that link so badly, let it not be shattered! Desperation leads to blindness, Tony; and blindness can kill. Beware! 
Now I have done it to myself. My hand shakes as I write; my chest is cold with sorrow. What will happen? WHAT? 
GOD DAMN YOU, CLOCK: MOVE ON! MOVE ON! 
I will have to speak with G, when I go east. But I cannot think of what to say or ask. Hmm. 
Reminder. Talk to Alex about populating the house. The children are so happy here. 
 
POSSIBLE REDACTION
 
 
Tuesday, 4 October 1928; Dinnertime, Arkham 
Everybody is gone! This is irksome. Carl has not yet returned; Mrs. Williams has not yet returned; Lazlo has not yet returned …. And now it seems they are all in the same place! Cuba? Why Cuba, why now? Is there something going on that I missed completely? Dear me. And now G is missing too. I cannot talk to him. Or his ‘prisoners’. I confess I am relieved …. But what happened? What have they done with him? What happened in California? No. I will not make a fuss. Tony knows how to reach me, if there is a report to make. 
Arc’s place is, if anything, more lovely now than it was when I was last here two years ago. Or is it just me? In the event, the turning of the leaves adds a poignant beauty to everything that is both exhilarating and softly tragic. But I digress, as always. And the place is all over maple trees! I did not know what they were, last time; but one of the servants pointed them out this morning. 
This is going to be a lovely place for the party. 
Harper (one of the staff) tells me that Arc wired a few days ago, says he is on his way. Good! I want to speak to him. 
Funny about the servants. They are quiet, discrete, competent, and oh-so-professional; but after Straight …. Well, it is not the same. 
Julian loves it here. I do not think she has been here before, and like me she finds it magnificent. At the same time, however, she constantly makes it clear to me that the place is nothing next to the French Estate. I surely am getting curious about that big old House!
The kids …. Ah, the kids. I feel like such a heel, dragging them all over kingdom come and then leaving them with nothing to do when we get there. 
But it is hard to please them both. Poor Rachael is in love with Newhaven. Truly, she is blossoming, under the care of Straight and the peace of the estate there. It broke her heart to leave; I was really tempted to let her stay awhile …. But I promised her there were nicer places ahead, and I do want to get all four of the kids together. 
Hmm …. I suppose I shall have to stop thinking of them as children soon. It’s not right, I know, Lord knows they have been denied childhood long enough! But otherwise there is a present danger that I/we will come to think of them always as children, merely because of their appearance. 
Think of them as patients involved in a cure. No, wait …. Students. Students of life. That is Better. 
I have gotten awfully fond of those two. Even Adam, despite his spikiness. He was not reluctant to let go, dear me no! He is bored. Needs something to do. That is what started me off on this train of thought, after all …. He is a doer, not a thinker. Passive study does not sit well on him. 
So. Tonight or tomorrow, with Julian’s help, he and I will go to Stockton. Check the house, feed the cat, fill the water tanks, and so forth. A good hour or two’s work; something to do. Right. And I must talk to him about his future. 
Letters. One from Lazlo, one from Carl. 
I did not realize that Lazlo and his young lady were so cozy already. Yet here she is, cooking him breakfast in his home. Dare I be salacious? Me, of all people? (Snicker) Ah, well. It could be innocent; and these are, after all, the ‘twenties. 
I wonder what he is thinking, right now? 
He seems to be in a musing state of mind. Catching the edges of the Principle, as it were – or perhaps merely skirting the edge of danger is making him hold more dearly to everything simple and beautiful? A lesson for me. 
I must write to him. What are they up to down there? 
Carl’s letter is more recent. A post-mortem on Kentucky, some chat. He has not received my most recent one. 
Lots to say about Rebecca, especially her influence on Tony. Hmm …. Influence …. In view of the changes I have noticed in him, is it safe to think that she is bad for him? Not enough information yet, I think … but something to ponder. 
She DOES need training and experience. A leader’s role in a hothouse environment has not prepared her for the variety of scenaria which she may face. 
Morenotes on the Glory Hole and its activity. I have long thought that they did some of their first Gate work there … but could the others be right? Might those folk have broken through to other tunnels, or Something Else? I must not dismiss this out of hand. They will not abandon the site. 
Some comments on Pierre. They sadden me. 
More stuff on Faigon. Hah! Oh Carl, if you only knew what I know! Why the Devil aren’t you home? And in King, as well. Ex-vampire? Oh, dear boy, you are in for a sur-prise!! 
And, last Gathering. Delight – and loneliness. He strives to come closer even as he pushes me away. “It is a lonely job, how lonely I don’t think you know and will never know.” Why does he think that? Is is something in him he speaks of, or something he sees in me? A puzzle. 
But there is real warmth in his closing. 
Dinnertime – and I have written far too long. 
Friday, 5 October, 1928; afternoon, Arkham 
This morning, early, Julian, Adam, and I went into the basement and through the Door. Uf! What a feeling! Unpleasant – I do not like it, at all! – but not so bad as that awful thing we went through to and from China. I do not believe I shall ever enjoy using these Doors. Ever. Even putting the unpleasantness aside, it just does not feel RIGHT, somehow. Like cheating, in a way. 
(But, says the small voice, just look! See how amazingly CONVENIENT they are…!) 
Well, they are that, surely. Draining, though. Julian went back to Arkham, after pointing out the way; and I dithered a bit. Did not really want to use the Doors again, nobody likes discomfort; but the real reason was a sly compelling need to Go Upstairs and Look! There I was – in France! – within sight, perhaps, of the Big House! Should I peek? 
No, I decided. If I was going to go to the Estate, I was going to WALK! 
Adam was getting impatient. Through the door, then, to Stockton. 
A hottish, dry day in California – real Indian Summer weather. The house is still in order, merely looking a bit run-down after nearly a month’s disuse. Tony has evidently been through; a few things are moved, the documents I left for him are gone, the flowers have been watered even though the tanks are dry. Nice of him to do that for us. Peanut was sunning Itself on the back porch, sassy as ever and, if anything, larger than before. 
Adam was ecstatic. Something to do, at last! He has been frustrated and increasingly bored – one reason for this trip. So we filled the flower tanks, topped off the cat food machine, and he spent a happy couple of hours in the morning cool (the time difference is noticeable!), puttering around the yard, cutting grass, and so forth while I performed a few tests and gathered some things. 
The Doorway is …. Interesting. Unfortunately, it is draining for me to use; equally unfortunately, when I attempt to activate it with energy from one of my discharge units, though it does fill up as before, the flip-flip is erratic and the image dim or distorted. I do not know why; but I would not want to put my safety into a Doorway that behaved like that! 
Also pulled a few textbooks out of mothballs – different ones this time, calculus and physics – and have decided to give him lessons every day or two. Who knows? Perhaps he will enjoy it – and then maybe I shall have someone around to talk of my hobbies with. Sometime this week I shall have to look for others: a book on astronomy, lens-grinding, radios, & electricity. Fun things. We shall see. He has been bored long enough! 
I showed him how to use the Doorway for himself, at which he quickly became adept; and we returned to Arc’s around one-thirty ... And here we are! The home house is all locked up; and I pressed the iron doors mostly closed and left a note of warning to others not to enter. We shall see if they believe it; but I truly do not want my home used as a railway terminal! 
Saturday, 6 October 1928; 2 PM, Arkham 
Our passports are here! They’re lovely: I do enjoy official documents. Always so stiff, with seals and such …. I feel as though a thousand bureaucratic ritual mysteries lurk behind each still-lipped page. Nice. Very. 
Then came dinner – and Arc arrived. 
He looks well. Strong and tan from his travelling. He came through the Portal from England, having received my letter. We worked for a while, putting some of his odder mementos into storage (that big fish’s head on the wall in the den was a Deep One!) and packing away some of the more unsettling books. And we talked. 
And talked. And talked. And talked. 
There was a lot to catch him up on. China. San Francisco. The search for the Black Man. Eveling. The Children. Buffalo. Silver Twilight. The Disease. Boston, Redmun, London. 
And, at last, the Treaty. 
I suppose it is fitting that he be the first; after all, he was the first to openly answer my questions. There were things I did not tell him – the Exchange, and the name of our Ambassador candidate – but all of the rest, yes. And the results were as good as I ought to expect. 
Arc is tentative. He agrees that it could work, but does not wish to commit himself to an opinion on the subject until after all the facts are clear. He has grave doubts, but allows that they are in the main irrational, and is willing to try to set them by if necessary. 
But he did promise me this: That, even should he decide against this thing, he will not actively oppose this treaty or me, but will merely withdraw. 
I respect him; I am grateful for that much. 
I was thinking just now about my letter yesterday to Alex Chase. Did not realize that, for all my professions of camaraderie and forgiveness, I still have not asked him to come to gathering. Well. I can justify it in the privacy of my own head …. But it still looks pretty hypocritical when considered from without. 
So hard to control! The party is getting bigger and bigger – already I see I have lost the intimate beginnings I so urgently sought when we began this. But even now, even now, there are those I wish to begin with, and those to whom I hope to show a completed beginning. The Gathered will be special – they will be the first, present at the opening and the rebirth. Yet, with each new voice, each new desire added to the consensus, the chances of a harmonious whole become smaller and smaller. 
Fie! It is out of my hands. Let the games begin! 
Sunday, 7 October 1928; still at Arc’s, 10 PM 
More and more; we are picking up speed! Called Tony back this morning with my “revelations” about the Gregory House. Seventeen eight four, hah? How convenient. 
Not much of a Place of Refuge. But useful. 
Now my mind is awhirl. If the plague is really being tested or disbursed here, then this place is likely to be very dangerous. 
Right. No kidding. They know. Calm down. 
Tony has changed. He seems a lot more relaxed, more in control of himself. Why, we actually managed to have two complete talks without anyone clamming up or marching away furiously! Makes me feel a lot better about this whole thing. 
So….. once I was up, there was nothing to it but to set about the business of the day. 
Morning trip out of town to visit Cassandra Felion. Poor woman. I am very disheartened. The place she is kept is nice enough … for a hospital. That is to say, the staff is not doubt quite comfortable. Her room, however, is white and sterile; and she is in no position to appreciate any of it. 
Miss Felion has become a cause célèbre amongst us; but as I sat and looked at her haggard dreaming face, I was overwhelmed with a sense of futility. I cannot help her. There is nothing in my power to perform that will ease her burden. 
Yet, here she lies; mirror and symbol of one possible future. 
Julian? Perhaps. Though I wonder about that as well. Hers is a delicate talent, for all its power; and I am reluctant now to try and put it to the test on that poor girl. 
I scarcely even considered the painting. She would have to be awake to see it, for one thing; and she would begin her tirade long before becoming fully conscious. Not to mention my reservations about the thing’s effectiveness. 
Poor Meagan. Well, she is happy now. 
I wonder if Zigfried … but he too has places to go. 
So. Afternoon we all bundled off to New York City, to Emerson’s house on Copeley Road. The kids were quietly delighted to see one another, and quickly closeted themselves away together. Even Rachel is chipper – talking to them all, smiling a bit in an easy way she never has with us. O well. 
I spent some time speaking with the staff who take care of them; then Julian and I went out into the city to buy a few things. Toiletries and travel supplies; several books for each, including more texts and an ephemeris for Adam; and (o treasure!) a telescope. Not a big one; but quite enough for he and I to explore the sky. Expensive! I had not thought. Ah, well. 
Back home an hour or so ago, and the kids to bed, sleepy and happy. And here I am. 
Good luck, Tony. 
Just as I finished the above, the telephone rings. Lazlo, from Cuba! And boy – does he have a lot to say! 
This vacation of his has not been a lot of fun. 
Lazlo, Carl, Andrew (?!), Pembrook (!!), and their respective young ladies all meet at the home of Andrew White, near Havana. For some reason, local Voodoo cultists are very interested in them: Carl & Lazlo are made into dolls (!!!) and a lovely white woman named Chiennie Faraday, a ‘priestess’ from Jamaica, is interested in them. She, it seems, has come to the island a few days previous on some business of her own. 
There is also a seedy planter named LeFarb who shows too much interest in the ladies – and then, a few days later, several of the women and Lazlo are attacked by bandits and zombies at White’s house, while the others are away fighting a (convenient?) fire! 
They escape; they run; the women are carried off by big black things that almost have to be night gaunts (!!!!); and a long chase follows, to a cave up in the mountains where the women are being fed to some sort of “tumescent, white and beige, slimy, tentacular, sluglike thing.” 
Messy. The women are rescued; the cultists are all killed (sigh); lots of elder symbol glows; and they march back to the coast. 
Lazlo says that all of the women are in deep shock, and have confused memories of some alien, ethereal beauty that fade by the hour. They also have, on the hands that were enclosed by the Thing, fine scars across the knuckles and the joints, very thin, like razors!!!! Familiar? 
Terrible terrible. Lazlo says his Julia is often unaware of him. “She leaves this world and enters another,” he says. Glowing madonnalike perfection. “All so bright and beautiful.” Massive blood and life-force loss; she has dropped 15 lbs. since the incident. 
This is horrible! Our people – THEIR dear ones! – grabbed up and WRENCHED like this! Horrible! I feel so powerless – yet what can I do? Lazlo and Julian are preparing to leave …. The rest of the others have headed to LeFarbe’s plantation for some answers. I do not think they will be gentle about getting them! 
What about the White Lady? What about Jamaica? What connection does she have with the zombies and LeFarbe? Why was she here? The mask, the shopkeeper … what does it mean? And those scars, so like HIS …. What is the connection? 
Of special interest is Lazlo’s description of the Faraday woman – the Lady in White. She had a glamour, he says, very strong, alluring, primal. Familiar? He says it is like J’s, “but different.” 
Could there be a connection between this Jamaica group and the Islanders?? 
Wait – wait – wait. My God. I am remembering a description. 
On Sandoo – ruins – and bright-white, invisible snakelike things. Loigon. Guardians of the Lady? Or echoes? Or aspects of the Lady herself? 
Could there be a connection? 
Loigon – Loa? My God! 
“Like – yet different.” Hmm! So few things on this earth are unique and alone … it seems possible that there may be others. 
Loa. Baby Ladies? O dear o dear o dear. Time to start studying voudun! 
Dear Heavens – How can I ask anything of her now, after all this? How? I cannot – but who, then? Shall I speak to Carl first? Yes – he has been around, and he knows her – he will know what to do. 
Balderdash. This is my plan, my burden; I must not try to put it off on him! We shall go on as before, and the lady will make her own choice. 
But oh, oh, oh. I do not LIKE this! 
<Dammit, it TIES TOGETHER!> 
Another few minutes. J is rousing the kids for their trip to France. She will be back tomorrow evening; and we shall go to New York. 
Wednesday, 10 October 1928; At sea 
It is Anchors Aweigh at last! There is something quite special about setting sail. Like a ritual turning away from the old, facing about to look upon the new. When the dock is left behind, the band stops playing, and the bow points cleanly toward an unbroken horizon, salt air upon my cheeks, I feel a lifting; washed free, for a time, of burdens behind us. Set forth to face the wonders of the new. 
The last couple of days have been busy ones. After the three of them left I sat and thought for a bit; then slept. The following day, that I had thought to spend in idle tourism, was instead turned to research on voodoo. 
Interesting stuff. I had time only to skim the surface, of course – and the subject is quite complicated. As with all such things, the closer one gets to the particular, the more the seeming similarities are obscured by detail; but again and again there are hints of similarity, of a basic sort of familiarity between the one and the other. 
One difficulty lies in the stripping of fact from folklore. Voodoo lore contains elaborate explanations of why things are as they are; but these differ strongly from tribe to tribe, cult to cult; and they do not present a coherent picture of the sort I am seeking in any case. 
Serpent mages appear throughout the religion, in connection with most of the powerful loa. Too, loa influence is passed through the blood – and the feminine loa pass through the women, as the male ones do through the men! The practice of ritual possession is ubiquitous; the spirits are said to wind down a pole from the sky, or enter the body from the earth; and always first there is a distancing between the man and the world, a setting back and withdrawal from control. 
The tie between loa and Earth is very strong and pervasive. Even those loa associated with the sky or the cosmic forces appear in conjunction with the earth in rituals and histories. There is something primal, something fundamental about this association that should not be ignored. 
I wonder if there is any information about voodoo at the Big House? It will be interesting to see what they thought important. 
So … That night, Julian came back, tired but happy, and reported success. The kids were settled in, not without some distress, but safely. We took the evening train back to New York. 
 
POSSIBLE REDACTION
 
 
The poor dear had been up for more than a full day and night; she nodded off on the train, and practically had to be poured into bed when we arrived at the hotel. But a night’s sleep works wonders for the young, even the forever-young, and we were on the road in a rented car, bathed and fresh, well before noon. 
Charot is a tiny town on the North Jersey coast, and Mrs. Harden’s home is a white Gull Cottage sort of affair set about a mile back from the beach. The sky was high but grey, and there was a constant cool breeze off the water. Good Easter October weather – a nice day for sailing. The gulls seemed happy too, far away. 
I have no idea of Lisel Harden’s true age; but if she married young, say eighteen, and appeared right after at Gathering in 1852, that would make her born in 1834 … and her age somewhere around ninety-five! Remarkable. She is still a lovely woman, even now; but sadly she shows every one of those years. 
I did not know how coherent her thoughts would be, after Tony’s comments. She was charming. She has a grim and defensive housekeeper who guards her ferociously, and whose name I fear I have already forgotten. 
We talked for perhaps a half hour. I introduced myself as a compatriot of Ceryous Outt’s, and said I had come by to pay my respects. I admit to a bit of a shock when she mentioned that Benjamin was not home but would return shortly, and would we care to wait? But this, and a slight tendency to be a bit timelost, not having been apprised of the terrible events of the past few years, were the only barriers to what might otherwise have been a gracious and effortless visit. 
Poor, dear woman. She does not know all that has happened. If she did, it would break her heart. That, more than anything else, was my reason for cutting the interview short. I could not bear the thought of shattering her fragile gracious world. 
I was immensely moved by her love and devotion for her husband. One could hear it in her voice when she spoke of him. “Dear Benjamin has been very quiet lately,” she said. “Sometimes I hear him downstairs, when he thinks I am asleep.” So much. So much. It wrenched my heart, so I felt I wanted to weep. 
I do not think she will live much longer. Her housekeeper said her strength has failed much in the past few months. I left my card with them: I hope she will get my letter, but if not … perhaps I shall hear in time to attend the funeral. 
Benjamin will be home soon. Dear God. 
Julian was nearly as distressed as I, though for different reasons. She had never met a very elderly person before. The tragedy of mortality has never made an impression on her life until now. 
We drove to the seashore, walked on the beach, and ate the picnic lunch I brought, and talked. In a while, things got better. The edge of sorrow eased. 
I shall send her her scarf, from Paris.

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25 July 1928 – Oakland, CA 
So it seems I was right all along. There were more of the Children, and now they have been found. 
I cannot say I am entirely pleased! 
Consider: Eveling has a decades long organization dedicated to research and ponic development, of which these Children are a part. Decades! Working from the times which they gave me in their interview, I have to conclude that Rebecca is at least forty years old; and that this station in the Kentucky woods has been planning and researching since the 1880s. 
What was it like, then? How did it all start, with the present Eveling Patriarch a callow young man? Why did it start? The clues are beginning to appear; and I am feeling very small. 
Then, too, thanks to Franklin and company, the Eveling are undoubtedly in a turmoil now. They know what has happened, and doubtless who did it as well. The war may have just entered an open phase, and we are unprepared to care for these kids! My only hope comes from the knowledge that Eveling now has no “safeties,” no slave-Trained to fight their battles. I hope this means they will slow down and stop research for a time. I cannot guarantee it. 
Consider: These six are the Children that we know about; but they are the tip of the iceberg. The first three Children were raised by Eveling then Trained, but Ester was raised by an elderly farm couple somewhere, then brought to Madisonville later. Adam was recruited from the migrant labor force. And no one knows about Rachel, so; the abduction may have slowed Eveling, but it is merely a delay. In another year they could have the beginnings of a new group in training. 
Consider: The valley around Madisonville has become a hotbed of activity. Eveling is there, and the Children; Gravemaster is there; Dargan is there, with whoever and whatever he works with. Why have they all collected in this spot? Interest in one another, perhaps; but where did it start? I think SG was first, but by how much? Could this valley be connected with the Place of Birth? Watch it – o, watch it! 
Consider: The greatest enigma of all, the Man in Black. Eveling did not Train the Children, did not teach them their Vows. That was the province of the Black Man, an outside expert. He oversaw their occult training; he witnessed the Vow. He took young Marth to West Virginia (another project entirely, it now seems; though connected, obviously, by interests and personnel). A tall, slim man, black haired, solid of body. Gray blue(?) eyes, angular bony face. Left-handed? Serious and cold. Long fingers, soft hands. 
And he touched them; looked into their eyes; and knew hidden things about them. 
Just like Farquell. 
And all of the have wounds in their memories! None, except perhaps Rachel, as extensive as Julian’s; but none can remember precisely what He said at any point; or what his voice sounds like; or even his exact bearing or facial expressions or gestures, as Julian can. 
Though they remember their childhoods; as Julian cannot. It was a shock for me to realize that. What makes her different? I begin to think that Julian’s amnesia was her own doing, and not exclusively His. 
They say Julian used to sing. 
Another name, somehow familiar: Senator Paul Kinnerly, and the Common Man Reform Association. Kinnerly was replaced by some sort of monster; the thing wore a symbol like the Black Man’s. 
Do not ask questions. Do not lie. Do not make noise. Do not refuse. Obey. Obey. Obey. 
And always the threat. If you behave the men will not come to take you away. 
What a nightmare! These people have perverted the Vow in the only way possible: they have taken innocents and controlled every aspect of their lives in total domination; then fed them the Vow as tools to be used and thrown away. They are soldiers in the basest “neo-Farquellian” sense; they know only the Fight and self-denial. They have little concept of joy, or wonder, or any of the things they serve. Poor innocents; they embody the purest form on innocence, yet know so little of it themselves… 
Avila had a ‘safe house’ at Eveling. Was he, too, involved with the Children? He must have known something of them, through Marklin, if not otherwise. Marklin knew where Julian had been put. 
Avila, Stone, Eveling, Marklin, Black Man, Dargan; where does it end? What is the hierarchy – where are the connections? We know so little! And every time I look at the picture, it seems grimmer and grimmer. 
Who is ‘above’ whom? At any rate, it seems clear that Eveling is at or near the bottom of the lader. Was the WVa operation an Avila ‘pet’ that drew on Eveling resources? I suspect there are many levels that remain as yet unseen. 
Tony will bring the Children to our house on Saturday. What will they say when they once again meet their lost Martha? What will she say? I must prepare her; it will be difficult, I am sure, to meet these strangers who claim they know you. Will it help her? Will it jog her memory? I hope so, but I cannot predict. Whatver she shut away so long ago cannot have been small or trivial. 
Good luck, my very dear. God keep you close. 
Thursday, 26 July 1928 – At home – 
They are due to arrive in an hour or so; I thought I would jot down these words before they come. There will likely be more later. 
Julian is interested in meeting these newcomers; and a bit worried too; but I think I am more fretful than she! It is tough to explain why it was so difficult to tell her who they were. I fear that, in part, it was simply that our time here has been special; that I think of myself as the only one who truly knows her; and that I expect things to change at the meeting. Ah, well. Greed is in every man. 
This is going to be fascinating! 
Friday, 27 July 1928; Sometime before dinner. 
The worst is over; and thing will settle down now, I hope! But it has been pretty hectic here. 
The arrival of the Children did NOT produce the results I expected! No, indeed!! They came; we let them in, Julian took one look at Samuel and Rebecca; and the screaming began; and she fainted dead away. 
But before she fell – my God! The pain! It filled her; it filled me; a burning white knife deep down inside… 
She is alright. Or, she will be. All is quiet now,the house settled, the shouting over. But I cannot forget the silent screams. They went on and on… 
She is whole again. She remembers. Everything; from the first days of her arrival, oh, so young, to the lessons, to the Promise, to the kidnap and all the rest. It is all stirred up in her now like mud from the bottom of a roiled pond brought to the surface; clear and immediate, as if new; but before and behind all of it is the memory of the Lessons; the terror; the pain. 
The pain which she tried so hard to lock away. 
So much terror, so much loss; and the battle of two selves, two entirely different personalities and pasts locked together into one person, and we unable to turn away or close it out. It was truly mind – and heart – breaking. 
I think that, had I not been here, with her, within her to support her and me, she would not have remained sane. As it was, it was a near thing for both us, I think. 
Even now, the accommodation is flimsy, though it will strengthen with time. Julian is dominant, and I am very thankful; but from time to time flashes of pure Martha will surface. She is simple, fanatic, direct; and, when she needs to be, remorseless. And she and Rebecca do not seem to like one another. Conflict of leadership, I expect. 
I watched over Julian in her rooms for the remainder of the day. It was not until this omrning that she came down and actually met the others! What a strange meeting! The Children are constrained by their laws from asking any questions, though I know they must be curious. 
Tony was shocked to see the Martha-traits in Julian. Alas, I fear he distrusts her now more than he ever did. We two had a discussion, which evolved into a fight – I am uncertain now what we fought about! – which ended with Tony, in good Tony fashion, grabbing his bags and leaving in a rage, exclaiming that he would never return! He took Rebecca with him. I am even now uncertain if that was a good choice, or if Tony should have taken responsibility for any of them; but it seemed a right idea at the time, an I suppose we are stuck with it now. Samuel and Ester will go with Emerson to ‘see the world’ when he goes; and the two youngest will stay here, in the quiet and the sun. 
Tony called later, from town, to apologize, and J and I joined those two for dinner at the hotel. I am worried about Tony. He is so full of anger and hurt! I fear we are losing him; and I worry about what he might become. 
Things were quiet for a while here; Emerson and I launched into another philosophical debate; Ester upstairs in the bath; Franklin entertaining the others in one corner of the living room. 
Then Franklin decided to show them a “keen trick.” He pulled out his handcuffs and made as if to put them onto Rachel. Well! She shrieked as if her worst nightmares were after her (which they may have been!) and curled up. Adam, poor fellow, leaped up and attacked Franklin in defense of his girl. They were rolling around on the rug when I stopped them. Took the cuffs away, sent F to his room. Absurdly parental – yes – but very serious at the time! 
Franklin is in his room, sulking. (I hope he feels stupid!) Samuel feels like a traitor for telling me what happened; Adam is in his room, curled up in shock for breaking his Laws; Rachel is with Julian, in a pretty bad way; and dear Ester missed it all. 
I am tired. So much, all at once; and it is only beginning. Still, I think it will begin to underline the fact that the White Men will not come and take them away! Thank heavens for Emerson – he is running the household while I flounder. 
Up again; I shall do a few more chores then take a rest; then spend some time with Adam. Poor lad. 
Saturday, 28 July 1928; 4 PM or so 
Tony is gone, Rebecca’s gone too; and already the world is beginning to change shape. 
Julian does remember. Remembers everything; and with a depth and clarity that is astonishing. Unbelievable, actually; I must conclude that she has some kind of Talent or Skill that allows her such vivid recall. 
An interesting note: not aonly does she remember even the things the before were blocked, the details of some of the events she recalled previously are noticeably different now! More than just blockage, then! 
And again the Dark Man is center of my speculations. He and his organization. A thing of very long standing, it seems. A large faceless staff who obviously know quite a bit about what is going on; yet who have never risen to the surface either of the public’s eye or the view of the Trained. I cannot help but think that the relationship between Avila/Eveling/WVa is much more long-standing and intimate than had been supposed. 
Why has it not been supposed? We have been misled: deliberately distracted from the truth by a master chess player. And the misty windown of time obscures so many things that unless we begin to dig – dig seriously and deeply – we shall be overwhelmed by ignorance! 
The Man himself – the black Prince, the Evil Twin of fairy tales. Tall, slender, thinnish features but a sturdy athletic frame, black hair, pale skin. Long hands, slender features. Dresses in black and white, with a fancy watch and that Symbol on the fob. His hands are well cared for, but heavily scarred just the same. Long jagged scars like claw marks run up the backs and into the sleeves; and more fine hair thin lines that run across the knuckles and joints of the fingers – as if they had been sectioned and replaced in some distant past. His voice is deep and strong, resonant with power and compassion totally out of keeping with his otherwise stiff, cold demeanor. When he is alone with her, or not closely observed, he is gentle, tender, his actions and stance suggesting great compassion. It is difficult to tell how much he is being false or patronizing – for he is so masterful that his every word is intrinsically believed. Such power! Such charisma! In so many ways, I believe in this man. It is as if he contained wihin him the essence and understanding of the Path; and still chose the dark road! But why? I would love to believe that he was somehow at war with himself, that the difference between his stance and overt activity and the apparent compassion in his eyes and voice represents an internal conflict; but the man has been busy for an awfully long time. It cannot be more than wishful thinking on my part. 
He frightens her, deeply and viscerally; yet his demeanor towards her is gentle, vaguely loving as if to a favored pet or small child. 
An odd accent – like Spanish but with odd lilts and emphasis; as if an archaic tongue learned native when young and never wholly shaken. I am reminded of an ancient monastery in the mountains of Spain, and a man who fell into the darkness long before his time … 
He did consider her valuable. To himself, and to others. A Butterfly, he called her. Why a butterfly? Knew all about her, they did! All the future as well … And THEY GAVE HER AWAY! Julian was thrown into the hands of the “peasantry” DELIBERATELY! Why? To save trouble? Or to hid something more valuable? The other Children, perhaps? Or the Eveling connection? Or the Avila connection? (Must remember to look deeply into the WVa site for history. Paper chases have helped before! The site most likely has a shorter and more visible trail than Madisonville’s.) 
Point and point and point and point and point … A sudden vision comes to me, strange and evanescent like a dream. Twisted, strange … butterflies and peasants … a peculiar twinned dance through centuries. 
I wonder what it means? Almost; I dare not speculate. 
And he is so strong! 
Marklin is another case. Poor soul, twisted and full of anger and hatred … why? What has turned him so against his own faith and family? 
Who were his parent, anyway? 
We have a couple of leads now … Marklin himself, of course; and possibly this Doctor Kent, if we can find him; and now, thanks to Emerson’s teachings, we can possibly touch upon two of the WVa project staff who worked with Julian. 
I have learned many things these past few months. One of them is this: that the Vow is not a thing of the Fight. It is not a “chosen tool”; it is a way of life, a state of being. The Light exists, but within, not without; and it is a state of grace of illumination, that must grow within each of us if it is to be. 
This means several things. 
It means that the ‘restrictions’ and ‘punishments’ meted out to those who have spoken the Promise but not lived by it are not truly that at all, but merely expressions of the pain and stresses felt by an organism forced to strive against itself. 
It means this, and more: It means that we are alone. 
The Light is a state of grace and understanding, but it is not a deity. It exists within us, as it does within all living things. It guides us to peace and love and harmony … but it cannot know what we do not, for it is not a mind. 
We are the intellect of the Light. The Light does not fight, we do. It is a Purpose but not a Power. Oh, it has power, but it is not itself a Power. You see. 
If there are plans to be made, we must make them. If tools are to be devised and used, we muse devise and use them. We are the ones who fight the Fight, we and the Dark. The Light is our goal and our greatest bastion; but it represents a means and an end, not a strategy for victory. 
The Unity partakes naturally of the Light, true; but it is diffuse and undirected. All that we do, we must be responsible for; and we can expect no help from God. 
Forgive me if I ramble; but I am in a rambling mood. 
It is strange having the Children here. They are quiet, yes, and unobtrusive in the extreme; but the house feels different with them in it. It is as if they fill it more, and leave echoes when they pass. A whisper of sound, a discarded item, a flash of movement on a far-off laugh. The Children rarely laugh. 
We make our own ghosts, I think. Everything touches, and is touched … and the traces remain. 
Even at night I can feel them, or so it seems; in the creak of timbers, the sigh of the wind outside, the tiny motions of the air in a sleeping house. We are four, now, not two, it says. It changes things. 
What do they think of us, I wonder? Adam, so silent and moody most of the time, who walks and walks outside and scarcely says hello? In his heart of hearts, does he like us? Despise us for being what we are? Or are we merely a new set of owners, jailers without keys to be obeyed without thought or feeling? And Rachel: poor dear, scared of the birds and of the open sky. Are we so terrible that there is no way to reach her? Quietly, quietly … 
We must not distance ourselves from these Children. We must find a way to touch both of them – to extend a hand, as it were, and pull them out of their private Hells. 
So much to do, and we only two. Have we TIME? 
I wish that there were more laughter. 
Monday, 30 July 1928; 11:30 AM 
The morning chores are done and it is time for a little quiet thought. We still have no real idea of the pattern our lives will fall into in the next week or two… 
Julian is with Rachel again. Adam is moping in the orchard. I went out to speak to him a little while ago, but he was resentfully withdrawn; and I could think of nothing to say that would reach him. How familiar he seems … and how far away! 
New letter from Miriam in the morning mail … at last. I still am uncertain just why, but I cannot help but be impressed by the depth of my own admiration for her. We hold far too many secrets between us yet; yet even so, in every word I find peace and personal solace. It is her serenity perhaps that does it; even in her letters the feeling shines through; I see in memory the calm, vaguely sad acceptance of her smile, and I relax. 
She sends me news, good and bad. The November babe will be a boy, and thus even more unsuited to the Lady. Miriam says the foundry is furious, railing against the father and the fates in megalomaniacal splendor – but that she may yet be appeased, convinced to wait rather than try investiture. 
Hope so, for the baby’s sake. 
Wonder who the father is? Avriam? Marklin? As always her latest letter fills me with more questions than I could ever ask her. Most are forbidden by the rules of the game we play. What do they know Marklin? Gravemaster? How old must the Godchild be before she may be Invested? 
This last may prove significant: Miriam believes she may herself again be with child. If so, the looks right – the child will be due in early April. 
Does this mean we have to worry? What happens if the Lady is freed? Can she be freed into a babe? And does the One’s mind and memory make a difference? 
Even though I remain convinced that the Lady is not a Darkling creature, I am still very wary of her; I can have no idea of Her goals and motives save that they are wild, childishly selfish, with no knowledge of restraint. Her power is so great that I could not hope to oppose Her, were She freed; and so I wonder about the April babe. Might we need to expect the Lady come May? Do we rather get a few years of growing, during which She could not come even if we needed Her? What? 
It is to my continuing sorrow that, although I wish I could offer alliance to these beleaguered people in good faith, my only valuable offering might have to be Julian. Then, too, the Foundry’s attitudes on the superiority of the Chosen over the rest of humanity do not give me much hope for any negotiations anyway. 
Besides: My lady is NOT for sale!!!! 
I wonder … is Gravemaster right, about the Lady and the First Fathers? Is there a way to release her from her island without the sacrifice of a Chalice to be filled by Her? 
If so, and we could learn the method – THEN I would have something truly of value to offer the Families in an alliance! 
Should one be needed. Of course. 
If it were possible to know … I believe I may have found a way to discover the answer – but, as all such things must be, it is fraught with peril. 
To return, through life and life and life, to the time of the First Fathers, to watch and learn as the Gift and the method was given – is it possible? Could the Observer learn, as the Observed did? 
A long path and difficult, even for Julian; even if the lives do follow the taint; even if she can see into a man in that way. Six lives? Seven? Ten? Three hundred years is a long time. 
And at the end of the Road is the Lady Herself in all her strength. Could Julian look upon Her, and remain sane? 
Another possibility – shorter but more perilous – Gravemaster: First Father Gannsley. 
If we can perfect Julian’s memory-recall, 
If we can learn to use it on others, 
If we can persuade G to explore with us, 
If we can survive G’s Pact with Something, 
If we can reach the memories that preced it, 
If we can stay sane through G’s madness, 
Then we again face the Lady firsthand. And this time through one who has had direct contact with Her on the Island 
I cannot know. It is worthwhile speculating; but the road is long even before we may begin; and Julian has more say in this than I. 
In the meantime there are many other memories which we can explore safely, both mine and hers. Her earliest childhood. My vision at the Roth’s, and both meetings there. Both sides of the Lady’s attack in London. Julian at work as a general. And others. 
Perhaps we shall start today. 
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Wednesday, 1 August; 11:00 AM 
I sealed Miss Crawford’s letter this morning. It is sitting down there now, ready to post. I have a bad feeling about the whole thing. Her letter has disturbed me, as such things often do; but not this time, because she has raised questions which I am unable to answer. No, this time the source of my unease is within myself. Something in her pleas and arguments has reached inside of me; twisted a valve and let out a storm of rancorous emotion and outright anger at her; and for no better reason that that she has not the beliefs I do. I do not like this! I do not enjoy becoming irritated at such petty issues; it bothers me to experience pleasure in my own snappish <unknown>; and most of all I am chastened to realize that I myself so easily succumb to such selfish immaturity. It worries me. 
Meagan has always done this to me, particularly in letters. There is simply something between us that makes us mutually incomprehensible on some quiet inner level. 
So, I shall send the letter, despite everything. I fear it will forever drive a gulf between us, though I hope that does not happen. I pray that she will find wisdom inside at least some of my thoughts, and that we shall proceed passed the pettiness into a truer understanding. Certainly I shall owe her an apology, which I shall tender when she replies! 
But none of this post-hoc thought changes the fact that I was angered and let it out. Now I am pensive, as I wonder what she will read into my words. Her world and mine are immensely different; this has been shown before. What strange ideas will be born of my ungraceful cries? 
I will send it anyway. There is too much truth in it to hold me back. 
Last night I had a dream. It began pleasantly, as such things often do; but changed gradually into a convoluted thing of dark majesty and intricate symbols. What strange things was my unconscious trying to say? Peasants and lords; and butterflies delicate in the sun! and the deadly spiral battle through time. Dark and light, father and son, and myself heart-stopped between. Why? It changes things – but how much of it is Truth? 
And why do both of the Kings wear my face? 
We shall continue our dreaming later today. Perhaps, this time, we shall discover something. 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
I have a vague sense of unrest within me nowadays. I am not at peace. Yet it is not painful or distressing, merely restless … like an alarm clock waiting to ring. It is time to act, to do something … but what? I find myself snappish and short – surely something is about to pop. As yet, I can imagine no outlet for this thing, but it cannot keep increasing without limit! The only times I do not feel it are during the stillness of my exercises and for a short time thereafter. And even those period of peace are growing briefer, I think. 
The Same Day, 8 PM 
More revelations, but I am no more at peace. 
Today we journeyed far, my Lady and I; and I find that I am not only a loyal foe to Him, but a rival suitor, as well. 
Suitor? Is that correct? Impossible to say; but we have relived the day of her arrival at Eveling; and it holds uncomfortable revelations. 
The images are fragmentary; she cannot be more than three or four years old. An office, an interview with a stranger vaguely seen, whose face I shall try to remember but who is little more than an impression (young; dark hair, bright eyes, sharp, angular, loud. Cigars and leather). A glimpse of the complex (we dislike it, hot and noisy as it is) and an interlude in the new Home with the one who brought us here. 
He is not Marklin. He is the Dark Man. 
Again he is fascinating – brightly enigmatic in stark black & white. She has been with him forever, in their haven of silence and ritual – and in his own way he loves her. This may be an error – but to me it seems very clear. 
His chest is crossed by a huge ragged scar. 
He knows Pierre; he knows Elyssa; he must, it is in his voice, between the words. What does he want of her, my Julian? It is so strong, like everything he does – a fierce gentleness; a disciplined devotion to a thing yet to become? I do not know. 
He must be Islie. He has laid claim to her. Is it who she is or what she is that matters? Who can say? Whichever – he has lost her now, for she is mine, and nothing will change that! 
Oh, but I felt with him so strongly! How I yearn with him, wish to admire him – this, despite all the rest that he is and does. 
Oh, but I feel so alone! So bereft of something I cannot pin down. 
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And yet…… 
And yet…… 
I saw a curious thing tonight, while drifting within with my Julian. A flicker of white sparkle, shining in the darkness around us. It reached us, whatever it was… and could not – quite – touch but vanished when it came near. I thought at first it was some hint of – But not; whatever else the sparkles were, they were alien; exotic, bright, and somehow exciting. Julian could not seem to notice them, not even when we were WE. Is it because they are somehow “aligned” toward me and not her? Or is it something in my growing awareness of the Patterns that is and will remain mine alone? Time will tell – but it is significant I think; and quite a thing to ponder later. 
Why? 
I followed them; tried to turn myself out and truly SEE between the cracks, between the shapes that are apparent into the weft of the thing itself as I have always felt would be so very rewarding ->>> 
I SAW! My dear God, what I saw! There are no words to describe it; I cannot articulate the immensity; even now so much of it has faded from my poor mind; memories of a thing that is too large for me to encompass being forced from my life by my own mortal status. 
Never have I been so exalted. Never have I been so afraid. 
Is this what Meagan saw, when she attempted to LOOK AT the Cosmos? 
Is that what the Others see? The Outside ones? Have I been vouchsafed a glimpse of the Truth? 
How simple, how homey my binding with Julian now seems! Like an old friend, cared-for, well-known in all its heady strangeness. Like flying, like breathing; so very right and natural – so very human? 
But this new thing – this BRILLINACE - ! 
Like possession, like a vision of the Pattern; only MORE; and I the merest speck, a conduit, a cropping of clay before a torrent of light and power that strips away all before it. I the channel that is followed; a puppet overwhelmed, locked into place like the closing of an incredible circuit! 
WHAT WAS IT? What was it that stripped myself from me, tore me from Julian and THRUST me back – deaf, dumb, helpless, and blind in my impotency?? What? 
Not for man. Too great a thing for a man to bear. 
And yet …. “There is a depth of vision….” “Patterns and circles repeat themselves….” “…dispel it with the Light…” 
Is THAT PLACE the Light – the true reality behind the dream? If so, I am deeply afraid; for I might not go back there and live…. Too much, too much… but no no no. 
Echoes of pattern (ripples?) touching, touching; I forgot that there, there can be no simple observation. Idiot me; To SEE, one must be SEEN! I have been SEEN – and the SIGHT nearly destroyed me. 
No. I cannot go back there. I cannot. 
And Julian truly saw nothing? While I was etched away from my … humanity … by that? If that is ‘pure’, in the sense of ‘dear, pure woman’ , dare we ever even meet? 
Even Miriam’s dog might have told me. 
It was afraid. Why? 
What were they? Those lovely crystal forms – what? Like the house… like the wellspring house? One did not SEE Miriam’s – not like the walls of THIS newer manse. 
Containments, then. Shapes and forms that can – what? Sustain? Nurture? That incredible strength and brilliance. They move; and 
ripples 
echoes 
dreams? 
shifting butterfly angels, murmur behind Maddy’s growing light and gather at the edges of THERE. No, not the edges; everywhere! They are in the light, of the light, they are the light, too! The ponic ecosphere? 
Lord, lord. Too much; too much to see and know. 
I am a walker in the shadows, banned by the purity of the sun. It is too huge, too great and bright for me, frail as I am; for to see the face of God one must be the face of God. 
And yet – and yet – 
I saw; and thus was seen; for an instant; and it took nearly all of my vitality and power to keep me whole in that time. 
Everything that saw me knows me now, carries something of me withinside, no matter that my own perception is so poor. In a way I am THERE even now. How odd. 
To die – to be dissolved thus…. Would it be so horrible? Would it? 
I have so much to live for! So much! 
But it was so … so clean …, beautiful in a way. 
Would it truly be death, to be swept up in that flow of – of being and sensation? Would it? To touch and be touched by everything? To spread-share across all of creation? 
Is that truly death? Is that where they have gone? 
It sounds more like apotheosis. Rebirth into a higher freedom. 
Lefe and free will and power. Oh! Oh! So much – and so little – ALMOST it makes sense! But no; like the flickerings of the riplets in the LIGHT, I catch a glimpse of motion, but the thing is gone. 
Enough. I go to bed. Enough raving for tonight. 
2:30 AM, I think: 
Pierre was unable to use his power, though he could certainly SEE! Is this why? Was he dissolved in the Light? Is THAT the end of his road? Oh my, oh…. How cruel. 
Thursday, 2 August 1928: 9 AM 
Miriam’s letter by the door. Am I being too brash? Too Tony-ish? These days it seems as if my letters are not my own, but things blown around out of my control by that uncontrolled inner force I mentioned a day or two ago. Something inside me – still it builds. Connected to what happened last night? Perhaps. 
The world seems normal again this morning, no lasting deafness or sensitivity to mark that incredible sojourn. Yet it has marked me, I think. I am no more or less aware than before; but, in an odd way, I feel more aware of what I am aware of; does that make sense? At the moment it does. 
Letter reread – yes – it is fine, more elegant than I recalled, earnest but not too pushy. Let it stand 
Stirrings upstairs. The kids are up. Strange, that look he gave me last night…as though, at last, he has truly seen me – and does not know what he has seen. 
Good kids, the both of them. 
Have to go to town to buy some supplies for the lab later. If I am to begin alloying, I shall need an assortment of crucibles, etc. Lord. Not since college…. Well, they always did say those course in Chemistry would be useful! 
I worry about what is happening. It seems as though I am developing greater and greater awareness of the dancers in the unity Dance; but if what feels true is true then that same development is driving one towards THAT; and with THAT comes dissolution, or at least Blindness and a loss of more than what was gained. It seems contradictory; obviously I am missing something somewhere! 
Here they come – breakfast time! Have to ask Adam what he stayed up to hear last night. 
Friday, 3 August 1928, 9:30 AM 
Yesterday was lovely and relaxing (at least for all of us but Adam! He is in a snit again); and last night Julian taught me a fascinating little game, which she learned as a child from The Man. 
Played with a bridge deck, it is a solitaire game in which the object seems to be to stalemate oneself. The rules seem simple at first, (a balancing of the draw within and between three stacks), but when fully grasped they become an exquisite abstraction of the Fight, as seen from a particularly interesting viewpoint. 
Could it actually be his understanding that is presented? His viewpoint? Or another? I wonder what I might learn from study of the game; and from trying play from other viewpoints than the one Children learned. 
I see his mark in it, very strongly, whatever else may be true. And the players are familiar as well: The Kings who have the knowledge but now power, and who move the others from place to place; the Queens who are the supporters, the generals, who add to others’ energy but have none of their own; the Jacks who are the Weak Men, who have power, but not too much, and who may corrupt or be corrupted by others if they are not cared for; the Aces who are the Soldiers, most powerful but most expendable as well; and of course the rest of the deck, the numbers that are the Energy that is guarded or used up – but are also the Innocents who must not be harmed. 
And the object is =Balance, stalemate on all levels … and the elimination of a single card. 
Amazing. 
I continue to be concerned about what is happening to me (and to Julian, for that matter!) I do not speak in the mystical sense here – but purely in the emotional, the personal sense. 
For the past week or two I have been victim of mysterious tenstion, unease, a twitchy sort of restlessness and a sense of something brewing deep inside me. It feels as if I am being enormously frustrated – but I cannot determine the source or the reason for the upset. 
Last night something snapped. It all bubbled out of me, just for an instant; like a rush of cooling fire, a wild thing, heady and exhilarating. So powerful I felt, then, so FREE!; but there was nothing warm about I, nothing gentle. 
I do not think I like that kind of freedom. 
Also…. There is the matter of Julian. 
More and more there are subliminal signs that the Lady is once again waking inside of her. She herself if or the most part unaware, but in small ways, words, dees, and desires, I see it. Perhaps, when I was blinded and not present the Lady regained her foothold in my girl; or perhaps this is merely a growth that neither of us may stop or ignore. 
But that wild freedom I felt – it was, in that moment, mirrored in her eyes. And from her it is familiar: It has the Lady’s feel to it. 
Am I being influenced by Her, as well? 
I have neither ability nor right ot inhibit Julian’s growth. What right have I even to try to channel it?
Truly, I am not convinced that what is happening to me is at all related to her transformation; but at this hour they do seem of a piece. 
Saturday, 4 August 1928; 9 PM 
I learned a lot about my girl yesterday, mostly regarding what it is to be a general. I am impressed, deeply so; it is one thing to know intellectually that she must be extremely talented and effective at her calling, but quite another to see it for myself, adroitly cool and supremely competent against the odds. Sobering! I shall forever see her differently in my mind’s eye. A new pride, of a different kind indeed! 
We discussed the Fatal Vision a bit, and I tried my hand at showing her a memory or two. It is not as easy as it seems! Julian feels that the FV is somehow a picture of the Ponic universe directly; and that is as good a hypothesis as any I have come up with; and better than most. That is, in effect, what I was trying to do after all. But – precisely WHAT did I see? Where was I looking from? Is it true that this turning-inward that we do to commune actually places us “somewhere else” in the ponic continuum? Certainly the house was not visible around me as it was during the vision of the 7th. Layers within layers… is she right? What an interesting view of things, I wonder what it means. 
A look into the Circle ABOVE my own??? Hmmm…! 
Today I installed a lot of the new stuff in the lab. The slate table and the tanks push aside the poor old vibrometer; poor thing, I had such hopes for it and now it is out to pasture…! 
New letter from Emerson today; just a polite little note to thank us for our hospitality. Imagine! He and the other left only a week ago! Such a short time – and so very, very long it seems! 
We were surprised this afternoon by the arrival of Dani Rose; Mrs. Danielle Freidman now it seems, though the two have for the most part parted company. 
I am deeply disturbed by her. Deeply. I cannot explain it, articulate it, defend it; but she has filled me with a sense of loneliness, neglect, callow callousness; a glimpse of a lost soul who does not know she is lost; and I am not empowered to tell her. Oh, I could say something – but not the thing that is needed, not one that will make the difference. 
So I say nothing. And feel guilty. 
Perhaps it will change; I do not know how long she will stay, or what else we may talk about. 
I think we cannot afford to alienate her – or her husband – or any experienced and loyal Fighter. So I will ask her help, give and take the information necessary – but I shall not discuss the new things, the dreams and visions of discovery which I now pursue. I shall not; I cannot. 
I pray I have not erred. 
Sunday, 5 August 1928, 4 PM 
Danielle has vanished. She went “into town’ this morning and has not returned. No sign of foul play – I have no way of knowing what happened, but I suspect she is in control. She will return, as her note said, “soon” – or in whatever fashion she wishes. For now, she has gone on alone. 
Adam has built for me three window-sized planter boxes. We have filled them with moist earth, and I have given some flower seeds to Adam – and the responsibility for growing them to Rachel. 
How proud he is, to have made something that lasts! I see him now, with his hammer in his belt; he has not put it down since I handed it to him this morning. And his work is good. Solid – not artistic but very competent – the more so since I really doubt he has ever worked with wood before. 
He is excited. And so am I; I have not seen him so interested in anything before. This will be a truly interesting time for all of us. So the boxes are in the windows … and soon the plants will begin to grow for the Children. If those shoots can hold Rachel’s interest, as the boxes have taken Adam’s – THEN I think we can reach them and bring the world back to them. 
Monday, 6 August 1928; 7:30 PM 
Burned my hand a bit today, playing around with the wire drawer. Silly me! It seems that this skill must be learned by doing! I shall be more careful next time. 
Telegram from Clay today, from London. He asks about Maddie’s Crossing – and I have nothing to answer. How is she, I wonder? Must write her and find out. 
Today I had a chance to watch the Circle of Man in town. Fascinating! And worrisome. 
The Circle is … vibrant. Charged! Full of energy and potential! But we are blind! Like dancers in a Dance who cannot see, we are blind. We move randomly, fighting ignorantly against the patterns of the Unity. We are unaware; the Circle itself is unaware, fragmented, barely cohesive. 
Is that the answer to our need? To save the Garden, need we only dance the Dance? 
And what, then, of the Soldiers? Do they then dance the Dance in our stead? 
Hmm. 
Tuesday, 7 August 1928; 5:00 PM 
Another Vision, and new truths. Today I have seen a glimpse of another Circle of the Dance. Today I have TOUCHED the perceptions and existence of another being! Merely a dog – but how very different it is! All things – ALL – except for us, are in time with their Dance! Plants, beasts, everything draws on the Unity and is nurtured by it. Communion – I was right – but not for us. Not for man. Not yet. 
What can I 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
Thursday, 9 August 1928; 4:30 PM 
Alone. Dear God, how far and how alone! And beautiful they are, dear little ones! Like angels – shadows – ghosts. They play in the sun like butterflies; sea nymphs in the tide! The tide flows around them, THROUGH them – smoke and silver, oh! How wonderful to play so, bright and glorious joy innocent in the light! 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
How I wish to weep. 
The price of vision is isolation. Do you see? To see, to touch all of the Dance, I am denied the joining of the Dance! 
Thus is Power turned within me. 
All the wonder, all of the glory and fellowship, all to be forever denited me! Pierre’s price – so high! 
Goodbye, my dream. Goodbye, my joy. 
I shall never be the same. God! I cannot even weep! 
And I cannot bear to watch them any more. 
I no longer belong. Anywhere. 
Success! So bitter, this drink! And I cannot put it down. 
10 August 1928; on the tram 
Black Man! Is this why you turned? To be denied communion, was that your price as well? How bitter you must have been; how angry and how powerless! Is it any wonder you have turned to Others for a place, a belonging? To accept the only fellowship left to you? 
The tactics of despair. How simple! Who are you, my dear, dark brother? Who is it that knows what I know – has glimpsed the gulf? 
Is this why you turned? Why the game you teach has only stalemate at its end? What use an allegiance to a thing you cannot touch? 
What, then, do you serve? Not the thing you fight for, surely! NO! That is as empty as the other! Is it merely Balance, as in the Cards? CAN it be? The Active Principle, as SG is the Passive? 
How easy to make, that decision; and how short-sighted! 
Do not be fooled, distant brother! I feel your heart alongside mine; but know that others have travelled different paths, and my end shall not be yours. 
How I long to turn aside – to give up my burden and my Vision and join the angles in the sun! Oh, how very much I wish that I might do so … But I am who and what I am; and have come to this pass by following the path that is truest to me. How can I turn aside now? How? All I have lost is a dream. 
Dearest dream! Oh, how I weep! 
But there is a still a future to be won. 
I cannot turn aside. Must not. To do so would be to betray myself – myself; and all of those who struggle against a blinded Dance; and all of my friend who need me. 
Someone mus see; to point the way where I cannot go. 
Heavy. So heavy. Where is the glory? 
Where is the joy? 
Is it forever lost, along with my innocence? 
All the struggles – the worries … Poor Meagan. Poor Dani. How petty it all seems now. 
I shall go on. Because I must. There is still a cause to be won. There is still happiness to share, with my beloved, if not with my people. It will be enough. 
It must be. 
Dear God.

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack

2013-12-19T03:42:04Z

Redland Jack:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page|'''Return to Main Page''']]
 

Name: Redland Jack (Jack Redmond) Str: 6
Occupation: None (formerly an Economics Professor) Con: 6
Nationality: British (English) Siz: 11
Gender: Male App: 9
Age: 33 (April 30, 1899) Dex: 12
Height: 6'1" Pow: 11
Weight: Current (143 lbs) -- Normal (143 lbs) Int: 18
Hair Color: Brownish (short) Edu: 21

Representative Statements:
"Is it dangerous?"--"Maybe we can talk to them?"--"It's always good to know more."--"I'm just a lackey."
 

[[File:RedlandJack.jpg|upleft=1.25|c|Redland Jack]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|'''Sanity Tracker (updated August 6, 2013)''']] (current sanity = 15.5) 

'''Associations''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:AlannaHousehold|Alanna's Household]]

'''Carl Ellis Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1|Carl's Journal Entries, part 1]] (updated December 18, 2013)
* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal2|Carl's Journal Entries, part 2]] (updated November 30, 2013)
* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal3|Carl's Journal Entries, part 3]] (updated December 18, 2013)

'''Letters''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter1|Letter to Laura (6th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter2|Letter to Grimaldi (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter3|Letter to Maxine (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter4|Letter from Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter5|Letter to Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter6|Letter to Laura (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter7|Letter to Laura (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter8|Letter to Meridon (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter9|Letter to Milo (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter10|Letter to Laura (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter11|Letter to Henrik (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter12|Letter to Laura (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter13|Letter to Laura (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter14|Letter to Carl (Xth) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter15|Letter from Li Mai (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter16|Letter from Maxine (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter17|Letter to Pentheus (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter18|Letter to Henrik (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter19|Note to Alanna (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter20|Note to Meridon (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter21|Note from Meridon (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter22|Letter from Laura (1st) (updated September 19, 2013)]]

'''Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal1|Early Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:WereWeInDanger|Were we ever in Danger?]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Grifters|Grifters]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Companions1|Companions1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal2|Rambling Journal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Pharaoh|Pharaoh Deal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Walpurgis|Cornwall Concerns]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sacrifices|Sacrifices]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tibet|Tibet Journal Scrap]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Hexagon|Hexagon of Principles]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Outsiders|Research on Outsiders]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MoreTibet|Tibet Questions]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DryNotes|Dry Notes]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OfEvil|Of Evil]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Ruminations|Ruminations]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Items|Noteworthy Items]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts1|Ongoing Thoughts 1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities|Abandoned/Completed Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities2|Low/Long Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:NewYork|NYC]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Consequentialism1|Ends and Means]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Women|Women]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DamagedJournal|Damaged Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Priorities3|High/Short Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tricks|Tricks of the Trade]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal3|Unskilled Journal Entry (updated March 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts|Ongoing Thoughts 2 (updated June 16, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:LetterE1|Letter (Extract) (updated July 19, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Plan (updated May 31, 2011))]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandStats|Character Sheet (updated August 6, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJournal4|A Desolation Note (updated November 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry (updated June 13, 2013)]]

'''Conversations'''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote2|New York Chat 2 (updated November 11, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote1|New York Chat 1 (updated June 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:JakeNote1|Idle Conversation? (updated May 20, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12a|Summoning Extract (updated November 10, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12|A Voice from the Present (updated December 21, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote11|A Voice from the Ages (updated October 30, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DaleNote1|Nothing Left to Lose (updated November 13, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote9|Moving Crosscurrent of Time (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HerlNote1|Insomnia (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote10|Carl and Jack in Russia (updated August 16, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote2|Meridon Caine Stuff (updated August 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote8|Evening Chat in Chalon (updated April 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenRebNote1|Wisphers Chat (updated March 28, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote1|A Phone Call (updated March 23, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7a|After the Meeting 2nd half (updated March 4, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7|After the Meeting 1st half (updated February 2, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote3|Cabin Fever (updated Dec. 13, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:PentheusConversation|Pentheus Conversation (updated September 18, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TrainConversation|Train Conversation (updated October 8, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote1|Quick Note to Carl (updated July 17, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote2|4/8 Morning (updated July 30, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenrikNote1|Philosophy with Henrik (updated November 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote4|Usher Deal (April 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNotes|Balances (updated April 6, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote1|Magic Chat with Rebecca (updated October 21, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote5|An Unexpected Offer (updated April 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote2|Bond Chat (updated February 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote6|Early Carl Chat (updated August 27, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote|First Chat? (updated March 30, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote2|Early Chat (updated May 11, 2007)]]

TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1

2013-12-19T03:41:28Z

Redland Jack:

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'''I am not a gifted transcriber. I vacillated between correcting errors in the text and leaving them as they stood, muddling the original document. I assuredly added more errors of my own. Many names were unknown to me, and I’m sure my spelling was atrocious. The only change I did make consistently throughout the document was to always use the serial comma. I will not abandon it! 
Redland Jack '''

25 July 1928 – Oakland, CA 
So it seems I was right all along. There were more of the Children, and now they have been found. 
I cannot say I am entirely pleased! 
Consider: Eveling has a decades long organization dedicated to research and ponic development, of which these Children are a part. Decades! Working from the times which they gave me in their interview, I have to conclude that Rebecca is at least forty years old; and that this station in the Kentucky woods has been planning and researching since the 1880s. 
What was it like, then? How did it all start, with the present Eveling Patriarch a callow young man? Why did it start? The clues are beginning to appear; and I am feeling very small. 
Then, too, thanks to Franklin and company, the Eveling are undoubtedly in a turmoil now. They know what has happened, and doubtless who did it as well. The war may have just entered an open phase, and we are unprepared to care for these kids! My only hope comes from the knowledge that Eveling now has no “safeties,” no slave-Trained to fight their battles. I hope this means they will slow down and stop research for a time. I cannot guarantee it. 
Consider: These six are the Children that we know about; but they are the tip of the iceberg. The first three Children were raised by Eveling then Trained, but Ester was raised by an elderly farm couple somewhere, then brought to Madisonville later. Adam was recruited from the migrant labor force. And no one knows about Rachel, so; the abduction may have slowed Eveling, but it is merely a delay. In another year they could have the beginnings of a new group in training. 
Consider: The valley around Madisonville has become a hotbed of activity. Eveling is there, and the Children; Gravemaster is there; Dargan is there, with whoever and whatever he works with. Why have they all collected in this spot? Interest in one another, perhaps; but where did it start? I think SG was first, but by how much? Could this valley be connected with the Place of Birth? Watch it – o, watch it! 
Consider: The greatest enigma of all, the Man in Black. Eveling did not Train the Children, did not teach them their Vows. That was the province of the Black Man, an outside expert. He oversaw their occult training; he witnessed the Vow. He took young Marth to West Virginia (another project entirely, it now seems; though connected, obviously, by interests and personnel). A tall, slim man, black haired, solid of body. Gray blue(?) eyes, angular bony face. Left-handed? Serious and cold. Long fingers, soft hands. 
And he touched them; looked into their eyes; and knew hidden things about them. 
Just like Farquell. 
And all of the have wounds in their memories! None, except perhaps Rachel, as extensive as Julian’s; but none can remember precisely what He said at any point; or what his voice sounds like; or even his exact bearing or facial expressions or gestures, as Julian can. 
Though they remember their childhoods; as Julian cannot. It was a shock for me to realize that. What makes her different? I begin to think that Julian’s amnesia was her own doing, and not exclusively His. 
They say Julian used to sing. 
Another name, somehow familiar: Senator Paul Kinnerly, and the Common Man Reform Association. Kinnerly was replaced by some sort of monster; the thing wore a symbol like the Black Man’s. 
Do not ask questions. Do not lie. Do not make noise. Do not refuse. Obey. Obey. Obey. 
And always the threat. If you behave the men will not come to take you away. 
What a nightmare! These people have perverted the Vow in the only way possible: they have taken innocents and controlled every aspect of their lives in total domination; then fed them the Vow as tools to be used and thrown away. They are soldiers in the basest “neo-Farquellian” sense; they know only the Fight and self-denial. They have little concept of joy, or wonder, or any of the things they serve. Poor innocents; they embody the purest form on innocence, yet know so little of it themselves… 
Avila had a ‘safe house’ at Eveling. Was he, too, involved with the Children? He must have known something of them, through Marklin, if not otherwise. Marklin knew where Julian had been put. 
Avila, Stone, Eveling, Marklin, Black Man, Dargan; where does it end? What is the hierarchy – where are the connections? We know so little! And every time I look at the picture, it seems grimmer and grimmer. 
Who is ‘above’ whom? At any rate, it seems clear that Eveling is at or near the bottom of the lader. Was the WVa operation an Avila ‘pet’ that drew on Eveling resources? I suspect there are many levels that remain as yet unseen. 
Tony will bring the Children to our house on Saturday. What will they say when they once again meet their lost Martha? What will she say? I must prepare her; it will be difficult, I am sure, to meet these strangers who claim they know you. Will it help her? Will it jog her memory? I hope so, but I cannot predict. Whatver she shut away so long ago cannot have been small or trivial. 
Good luck, my very dear. God keep you close. 
Thursday, 26 July 1928 – At home – 
They are due to arrive in an hour or so; I thought I would jot down these words before they come. There will likely be more later. 
Julian is interested in meeting these newcomers; and a bit worried too; but I think I am more fretful than she! It is tough to explain why it was so difficult to tell her who they were. I fear that, in part, it was simply that our time here has been special; that I think of myself as the only one who truly knows her; and that I expect things to change at the meeting. Ah, well. Greed is in every man. 
This is going to be fascinating! 
Friday, 27 July 1928; Sometime before dinner. 
The worst is over; and thing will settle down now, I hope! But it has been pretty hectic here. 
The arrival of the Children did NOT produce the results I expected! No, indeed!! They came; we let them in, Julian took one look at Samuel and Rebecca; and the screaming began; and she fainted dead away. 
But before she fell – my God! The pain! It filled her; it filled me; a burning white knife deep down inside… 
She is alright. Or, she will be. All is quiet now,the house settled, the shouting over. But I cannot forget the silent screams. They went on and on… 
She is whole again. She remembers. Everything; from the first days of her arrival, oh, so young, to the lessons, to the Promise, to the kidnap and all the rest. It is all stirred up in her now like mud from the bottom of a roiled pond brought to the surface; clear and immediate, as if new; but before and behind all of it is the memory of the Lessons; the terror; the pain. 
The pain which she tried so hard to lock away. 
So much terror, so much loss; and the battle of two selves, two entirely different personalities and pasts locked together into one person, and we unable to turn away or close it out. It was truly mind – and heart – breaking. 
I think that, had I not been here, with her, within her to support her and me, she would not have remained sane. As it was, it was a near thing for both us, I think. 
Even now, the accommodation is flimsy, though it will strengthen with time. Julian is dominant, and I am very thankful; but from time to time flashes of pure Martha will surface. She is simple, fanatic, direct; and, when she needs to be, remorseless. And she and Rebecca do not seem to like one another. Conflict of leadership, I expect. 
I watched over Julian in her rooms for the remainder of the day. It was not until this omrning that she came down and actually met the others! What a strange meeting! The Children are constrained by their laws from asking any questions, though I know they must be curious. 
Tony was shocked to see the Martha-traits in Julian. Alas, I fear he distrusts her now more than he ever did. We two had a discussion, which evolved into a fight – I am uncertain now what we fought about! – which ended with Tony, in good Tony fashion, grabbing his bags and leaving in a rage, exclaiming that he would never return! He took Rebecca with him. I am even now uncertain if that was a good choice, or if Tony should have taken responsibility for any of them; but it seemed a right idea at the time, an I suppose we are stuck with it now. Samuel and Ester will go with Emerson to ‘see the world’ when he goes; and the two youngest will stay here, in the quiet and the sun. 
Tony called later, from town, to apologize, and J and I joined those two for dinner at the hotel. I am worried about Tony. He is so full of anger and hurt! I fear we are losing him; and I worry about what he might become. 
Things were quiet for a while here; Emerson and I launched into another philosophical debate; Ester upstairs in the bath; Franklin entertaining the others in one corner of the living room. 
Then Franklin decided to show them a “keen trick.” He pulled out his handcuffs and made as if to put them onto Rachel. Well! She shrieked as if her worst nightmares were after her (which they may have been!) and curled up. Adam, poor fellow, leaped up and attacked Franklin in defense of his girl. They were rolling around on the rug when I stopped them. Took the cuffs away, sent F to his room. Absurdly parental – yes – but very serious at the time! 
Franklin is in his room, sulking. (I hope he feels stupid!) Samuel feels like a traitor for telling me what happened; Adam is in his room, curled up in shock for breaking his Laws; Rachel is with Julian, in a pretty bad way; and dear Ester missed it all. 
I am tired. So much, all at once; and it is only beginning. Still, I think it will begin to underline the fact that the White Men will not come and take them away! Thank heavens for Emerson – he is running the household while I flounder. 
Up again; I shall do a few more chores then take a rest; then spend some time with Adam. Poor lad. 
Saturday, 28 July 1928; 4 PM or so 
Tony is gone, Rebecca’s gone too; and already the world is beginning to change shape. 
Julian does remember. Remembers everything; and with a depth and clarity that is astonishing. Unbelievable, actually; I must conclude that she has some kind of Talent or Skill that allows her such vivid recall. 
An interesting note: not aonly does she remember even the things the before were blocked, the details of some of the events she recalled previously are noticeably different now! More than just blockage, then! 
And again the Dark Man is center of my speculations. He and his organization. A thing of very long standing, it seems. A large faceless staff who obviously know quite a bit about what is going on; yet who have never risen to the surface either of the public’s eye or the view of the Trained. I cannot help but think that the relationship between Avila/Eveling/WVa is much more long-standing and intimate than had been supposed. 
Why has it not been supposed? We have been misled: deliberately distracted from the truth by a master chess player. And the misty windown of time obscures so many things that unless we begin to dig – dig seriously and deeply – we shall be overwhelmed by ignorance! 
The Man himself – the black Prince, the Evil Twin of fairy tales. Tall, slender, thinnish features but a sturdy athletic frame, black hair, pale skin. Long hands, slender features. Dresses in black and white, with a fancy watch and that Symbol on the fob. His hands are well cared for, but heavily scarred just the same. Long jagged scars like claw marks run up the backs and into the sleeves; and more fine hair thin lines that run across the knuckles and joints of the fingers – as if they had been sectioned and replaced in some distant past. His voice is deep and strong, resonant with power and compassion totally out of keeping with his otherwise stiff, cold demeanor. When he is alone with her, or not closely observed, he is gentle, tender, his actions and stance suggesting great compassion. It is difficult to tell how much he is being false or patronizing – for he is so masterful that his every word is intrinsically believed. Such power! Such charisma! In so many ways, I believe in this man. It is as if he contained wihin him the essence and understanding of the Path; and still chose the dark road! But why? I would love to believe that he was somehow at war with himself, that the difference between his stance and overt activity and the apparent compassion in his eyes and voice represents an internal conflict; but the man has been busy for an awfully long time. It cannot be more than wishful thinking on my part. 
He frightens her, deeply and viscerally; yet his demeanor towards her is gentle, vaguely loving as if to a favored pet or small child. 
An odd accent – like Spanish but with odd lilts and emphasis; as if an archaic tongue learned native when young and never wholly shaken. I am reminded of an ancient monastery in the mountains of Spain, and a man who fell into the darkness long before his time … 
He did consider her valuable. To himself, and to others. A Butterfly, he called her. Why a butterfly? Knew all about her, they did! All the future as well … And THEY GAVE HER AWAY! Julian was thrown into the hands of the “peasantry” DELIBERATELY! Why? To save trouble? Or to hid something more valuable? The other Children, perhaps? Or the Eveling connection? Or the Avila connection? (Must remember to look deeply into the WVa site for history. Paper chases have helped before! The site most likely has a shorter and more visible trail than Madisonville’s.) 
Point and point and point and point and point … A sudden vision comes to me, strange and evanescent like a dream. Twisted, strange … butterflies and peasants … a peculiar twinned dance through centuries. 
I wonder what it means? Almost; I dare not speculate. 
And he is so strong! 
Marklin is another case. Poor soul, twisted and full of anger and hatred … why? What has turned him so against his own faith and family? 
Who were his parent, anyway? 
We have a couple of leads now … Marklin himself, of course; and possibly this Doctor Kent, if we can find him; and now, thanks to Emerson’s teachings, we can possibly touch upon two of the WVa project staff who worked with Julian. 
I have learned many things these past few months. One of them is this: that the Vow is not a thing of the Fight. It is not a “chosen tool”; it is a way of life, a state of being. The Light exists, but within, not without; and it is a state of grace of illumination, that must grow within each of us if it is to be. 
This means several things. 
It means that the ‘restrictions’ and ‘punishments’ meted out to those who have spoken the Promise but not lived by it are not truly that at all, but merely expressions of the pain and stresses felt by an organism forced to strive against itself. 
It means this, and more: It means that we are alone. 
The Light is a state of grace and understanding, but it is not a deity. It exists within us, as it does within all living things. It guides us to peace and love and harmony … but it cannot know what we do not, for it is not a mind. 
We are the intellect of the Light. The Light does not fight, we do. It is a Purpose but not a Power. Oh, it has power, but it is not itself a Power. You see. 
If there are plans to be made, we must make them. If tools are to be devised and used, we muse devise and use them. We are the ones who fight the Fight, we and the Dark. The Light is our goal and our greatest bastion; but it represents a means and an end, not a strategy for victory. 
The Unity partakes naturally of the Light, true; but it is diffuse and undirected. All that we do, we must be responsible for; and we can expect no help from God. 
Forgive me if I ramble; but I am in a rambling mood. 
It is strange having the Children here. They are quiet, yes, and unobtrusive in the extreme; but the house feels different with them in it. It is as if they fill it more, and leave echoes when they pass. A whisper of sound, a discarded item, a flash of movement on a far-off laugh. The Children rarely laugh. 
We make our own ghosts, I think. Everything touches, and is touched … and the traces remain. 
Even at night I can feel them, or so it seems; in the creak of timbers, the sigh of the wind outside, the tiny motions of the air in a sleeping house. We are four, now, not two, it says. It changes things. 
What do they think of us, I wonder? Adam, so silent and moody most of the time, who walks and walks outside and scarcely says hello? In his heart of hearts, does he like us? Despise us for being what we are? Or are we merely a new set of owners, jailers without keys to be obeyed without thought or feeling? And Rachel: poor dear, scared of the birds and of the open sky. Are we so terrible that there is no way to reach her? Quietly, quietly … 
We must not distance ourselves from these Children. We must find a way to touch both of them – to extend a hand, as it were, and pull them out of their private Hells. 
So much to do, and we only two. Have we TIME? 
I wish that there were more laughter. 
Monday, 30 July 1928; 11:30 AM 
The morning chores are done and it is time for a little quiet thought. We still have no real idea of the pattern our lives will fall into in the next week or two… 
Julian is with Rachel again. Adam is moping in the orchard. I went out to speak to him a little while ago, but he was resentfully withdrawn; and I could think of nothing to say that would reach him. How familiar he seems … and how far away! 
New letter from Miriam in the morning mail … at last. I still am uncertain just why, but I cannot help but be impressed by the depth of my own admiration for her. We hold far too many secrets between us yet; yet even so, in every word I find peace and personal solace. It is her serenity perhaps that does it; even in her letters the feeling shines through; I see in memory the calm, vaguely sad acceptance of her smile, and I relax. 
She sends me news, good and bad. The November babe will be a boy, and thus even more unsuited to the Lady. Miriam says the foundry is furious, railing against the father and the fates in megalomaniacal splendor – but that she may yet be appeased, convinced to wait rather than try investiture. 
Hope so, for the baby’s sake. 
Wonder who the father is? Avriam? Marklin? As always her latest letter fills me with more questions than I could ever ask her. Most are forbidden by the rules of the game we play. What do they know Marklin? Gravemaster? How old must the Godchild be before she may be Invested? 
This last may prove significant: Miriam believes she may herself again be with child. If so, the looks right – the child will be due in early April. 
Does this mean we have to worry? What happens if the Lady is freed? Can she be freed into a babe? And does the One’s mind and memory make a difference? 
Even though I remain convinced that the Lady is not a Darkling creature, I am still very wary of her; I can have no idea of Her goals and motives save that they are wild, childishly selfish, with no knowledge of restraint. Her power is so great that I could not hope to oppose Her, were She freed; and so I wonder about the April babe. Might we need to expect the Lady come May? Do we rather get a few years of growing, during which She could not come even if we needed Her? What? 
It is to my continuing sorrow that, although I wish I could offer alliance to these beleaguered people in good faith, my only valuable offering might have to be Julian. Then, too, the Foundry’s attitudes on the superiority of the Chosen over the rest of humanity do not give me much hope for any negotiations anyway. 
Besides: My lady is NOT for sale!!!! 
I wonder … is Gravemaster right, about the Lady and the First Fathers? Is there a way to release her from her island without the sacrifice of a Chalice to be filled by Her? 
If so, and we could learn the method – THEN I would have something truly of value to offer the Families in an alliance! 
Should one be needed. Of course. 
If it were possible to know … I believe I may have found a way to discover the answer – but, as all such things must be, it is fraught with peril. 
To return, through life and life and life, to the time of the First Fathers, to watch and learn as the Gift and the method was given – is it possible? Could the Observer learn, as the Observed did? 
A long path and difficult, even for Julian; even if the lives do follow the taint; even if she can see into a man in that way. Six lives? Seven? Ten? Three hundred years is a long time. 
And at the end of the Road is the Lady Herself in all her strength. Could Julian look upon Her, and remain sane? 
Another possibility – shorter but more perilous – Gravemaster: First Father Gannsley. 
If we can perfect Julian’s memory-recall, 
If we can learn to use it on others, 
If we can persuade G to explore with us, 
If we can survive G’s Pact with Something, 
If we can reach the memories that preced it, 
If we can stay sane through G’s madness, 
Then we again face the Lady firsthand. And this time through one who has had direct contact with Her on the Island 
I cannot know. It is worthwhile speculating; but the road is long even before we may begin; and Julian has more say in this than I. 
In the meantime there are many other memories which we can explore safely, both mine and hers. Her earliest childhood. My vision at the Roth’s, and both meetings there. Both sides of the Lady’s attack in London. Julian at work as a general. And others. 
Perhaps we shall start today. 
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Wednesday, 1 August; 11:00 AM 
I sealed Miss Crawford’s letter this morning. It is sitting down there now, ready to post. I have a bad feeling about the whole thing. Her letter has disturbed me, as such things often do; but not this time, because she has raised questions which I am unable to answer. No, this time the source of my unease is within myself. Something in her pleas and arguments has reached inside of me; twisted a valve and let out a storm of rancorous emotion and outright anger at her; and for no better reason that that she has not the beliefs I do. I do not like this! I do not enjoy becoming irritated at such petty issues; it bothers me to experience pleasure in my own snappish <unknown>; and most of all I am chastened to realize that I myself so easily succumb to such selfish immaturity. It worries me. 
Meagan has always done this to me, particularly in letters. There is simply something between us that makes us mutually incomprehensible on some quiet inner level. 
So, I shall send the letter, despite everything. I fear it will forever drive a gulf between us, though I hope that does not happen. I pray that she will find wisdom inside at least some of my thoughts, and that we shall proceed passed the pettiness into a truer understanding. Certainly I shall owe her an apology, which I shall tender when she replies! 
But none of this post-hoc thought changes the fact that I was angered and let it out. Now I am pensive, as I wonder what she will read into my words. Her world and mine are immensely different; this has been shown before. What strange ideas will be born of my ungraceful cries? 
I will send it anyway. There is too much truth in it to hold me back. 
Last night I had a dream. It began pleasantly, as such things often do; but changed gradually into a convoluted thing of dark majesty and intricate symbols. What strange things was my unconscious trying to say? Peasants and lords; and butterflies delicate in the sun! and the deadly spiral battle through time. Dark and light, father and son, and myself heart-stopped between. Why? It changes things – but how much of it is Truth? 
And why do both of the Kings wear my face? 
We shall continue our dreaming later today. Perhaps, this time, we shall discover something. 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
I have a vague sense of unrest within me nowadays. I am not at peace. Yet it is not painful or distressing, merely restless … like an alarm clock waiting to ring. It is time to act, to do something … but what? I find myself snappish and short – surely something is about to pop. As yet, I can imagine no outlet for this thing, but it cannot keep increasing without limit! The only times I do not feel it are during the stillness of my exercises and for a short time thereafter. And even those period of peace are growing briefer, I think. 
The Same Day, 8 PM 
More revelations, but I am no more at peace. 
Today we journeyed far, my Lady and I; and I find that I am not only a loyal foe to Him, but a rival suitor, as well. 
Suitor? Is that correct? Impossible to say; but we have relived the day of her arrival at Eveling; and it holds uncomfortable revelations. 
The images are fragmentary; she cannot be more than three or four years old. An office, an interview with a stranger vaguely seen, whose face I shall try to remember but who is little more than an impression (young; dark hair, bright eyes, sharp, angular, loud. Cigars and leather). A glimpse of the complex (we dislike it, hot and noisy as it is) and an interlude in the new Home with the one who brought us here. 
He is not Marklin. He is the Dark Man. 
Again he is fascinating – brightly enigmatic in stark black & white. She has been with him forever, in their haven of silence and ritual – and in his own way he loves her. This may be an error – but to me it seems very clear. 
His chest is crossed by a huge ragged scar. 
He knows Pierre; he knows Elyssa; he must, it is in his voice, between the words. What does he want of her, my Julian? It is so strong, like everything he does – a fierce gentleness; a disciplined devotion to a thing yet to become? I do not know. 
He must be Islie. He has laid claim to her. Is it who she is or what she is that matters? Who can say? Whichever – he has lost her now, for she is mine, and nothing will change that! 
Oh, but I felt with him so strongly! How I yearn with him, wish to admire him – this, despite all the rest that he is and does. 
Oh, but I feel so alone! So bereft of something I cannot pin down. 
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And yet…… 
And yet…… 
I saw a curious thing tonight, while drifting within with my Julian. A flicker of white sparkle, shining in the darkness around us. It reached us, whatever it was… and could not – quite – touch but vanished when it came near. I thought at first it was some hint of – But not; whatever else the sparkles were, they were alien; exotic, bright, and somehow exciting. Julian could not seem to notice them, not even when we were WE. Is it because they are somehow “aligned” toward me and not her? Or is it something in my growing awareness of the Patterns that is and will remain mine alone? Time will tell – but it is significant I think; and quite a thing to ponder later. 
Why? 
I followed them; tried to turn myself out and truly SEE between the cracks, between the shapes that are apparent into the weft of the thing itself as I have always felt would be so very rewarding ->>> 
I SAW! My dear God, what I saw! There are no words to describe it; I cannot articulate the immensity; even now so much of it has faded from my poor mind; memories of a thing that is too large for me to encompass being forced from my life by my own mortal status. 
Never have I been so exalted. Never have I been so afraid. 
Is this what Meagan saw, when she attempted to LOOK AT the Cosmos? 
Is that what the Others see? The Outside ones? Have I been vouchsafed a glimpse of the Truth? 
How simple, how homey my binding with Julian now seems! Like an old friend, cared-for, well-known in all its heady strangeness. Like flying, like breathing; so very right and natural – so very human? 
But this new thing – this BRILLINACE - ! 
Like possession, like a vision of the Pattern; only MORE; and I the merest speck, a conduit, a cropping of clay before a torrent of light and power that strips away all before it. I the channel that is followed; a puppet overwhelmed, locked into place like the closing of an incredible circuit! 
WHAT WAS IT? What was it that stripped myself from me, tore me from Julian and THRUST me back – deaf, dumb, helpless, and blind in my impotency?? What? 
Not for man. Too great a thing for a man to bear. 
And yet …. “There is a depth of vision….” “Patterns and circles repeat themselves….” “…dispel it with the Light…” 
Is THAT PLACE the Light – the true reality behind the dream? If so, I am deeply afraid; for I might not go back there and live…. Too much, too much… but no no no. 
Echoes of pattern (ripples?) touching, touching; I forgot that there, there can be no simple observation. Idiot me; To SEE, one must be SEEN! I have been SEEN – and the SIGHT nearly destroyed me. 
No. I cannot go back there. I cannot. 
And Julian truly saw nothing? While I was etched away from my … humanity … by that? If that is ‘pure’, in the sense of ‘dear, pure woman’ , dare we ever even meet? 
Even Miriam’s dog might have told me. 
It was afraid. Why? 
What were they? Those lovely crystal forms – what? Like the house… like the wellspring house? One did not SEE Miriam’s – not like the walls of THIS newer manse. 
Containments, then. Shapes and forms that can – what? Sustain? Nurture? That incredible strength and brilliance. They move; and 
ripples 
echoes 
dreams? 
shifting butterfly angels, murmur behind Maddy’s growing light and gather at the edges of THERE. No, not the edges; everywhere! They are in the light, of the light, they are the light, too! The ponic ecosphere? 
Lord, lord. Too much; too much to see and know. 
I am a walker in the shadows, banned by the purity of the sun. It is too huge, too great and bright for me, frail as I am; for to see the face of God one must be the face of God. 
And yet – and yet – 
I saw; and thus was seen; for an instant; and it took nearly all of my vitality and power to keep me whole in that time. 
Everything that saw me knows me now, carries something of me withinside, no matter that my own perception is so poor. In a way I am THERE even now. How odd. 
To die – to be dissolved thus…. Would it be so horrible? Would it? 
I have so much to live for! So much! 
But it was so … so clean …, beautiful in a way. 
Would it truly be death, to be swept up in that flow of – of being and sensation? Would it? To touch and be touched by everything? To spread-share across all of creation? 
Is that truly death? Is that where they have gone? 
It sounds more like apotheosis. Rebirth into a higher freedom. 
Lefe and free will and power. Oh! Oh! So much – and so little – ALMOST it makes sense! But no; like the flickerings of the riplets in the LIGHT, I catch a glimpse of motion, but the thing is gone. 
Enough. I go to bed. Enough raving for tonight. 
2:30 AM, I think: 
Pierre was unable to use his power, though he could certainly SEE! Is this why? Was he dissolved in the Light? Is THAT the end of his road? Oh my, oh…. How cruel. 
Thursday, 2 August 1928: 9 AM 
Miriam’s letter by the door. Am I being too brash? Too Tony-ish? These days it seems as if my letters are not my own, but things blown around out of my control by that uncontrolled inner force I mentioned a day or two ago. Something inside me – still it builds. Connected to what happened last night? Perhaps. 
The world seems normal again this morning, no lasting deafness or sensitivity to mark that incredible sojourn. Yet it has marked me, I think. I am no more or less aware than before; but, in an odd way, I feel more aware of what I am aware of; does that make sense? At the moment it does. 
Letter reread – yes – it is fine, more elegant than I recalled, earnest but not too pushy. Let it stand 
Stirrings upstairs. The kids are up. Strange, that look he gave me last night…as though, at last, he has truly seen me – and does not know what he has seen. 
Good kids, the both of them. 
Have to go to town to buy some supplies for the lab later. If I am to begin alloying, I shall need an assortment of crucibles, etc. Lord. Not since college…. Well, they always did say those course in Chemistry would be useful! 
I worry about what is happening. It seems as though I am developing greater and greater awareness of the dancers in the unity Dance; but if what feels true is true then that same development is driving one towards THAT; and with THAT comes dissolution, or at least Blindness and a loss of more than what was gained. It seems contradictory; obviously I am missing something somewhere! 
Here they come – breakfast time! Have to ask Adam what he stayed up to hear last night. 
Friday, 3 August 1928, 9:30 AM 
Yesterday was lovely and relaxing (at least for all of us but Adam! He is in a snit again); and last night Julian taught me a fascinating little game, which she learned as a child from The Man. 
Played with a bridge deck, it is a solitaire game in which the object seems to be to stalemate oneself. The rules seem simple at first, (a balancing of the draw within and between three stacks), but when fully grasped they become an exquisite abstraction of the Fight, as seen from a particularly interesting viewpoint. 
Could it actually be his understanding that is presented? His viewpoint? Or another? I wonder what I might learn from study of the game; and from trying play from other viewpoints than the one Children learned. 
I see his mark in it, very strongly, whatever else may be true. And the players are familiar as well: The Kings who have the knowledge but now power, and who move the others from place to place; the Queens who are the supporters, the generals, who add to others’ energy but have none of their own; the Jacks who are the Weak Men, who have power, but not too much, and who may corrupt or be corrupted by others if they are not cared for; the Aces who are the Soldiers, most powerful but most expendable as well; and of course the rest of the deck, the numbers that are the Energy that is guarded or used up – but are also the Innocents who must not be harmed. 
And the object is =Balance, stalemate on all levels … and the elimination of a single card. 
Amazing. 
I continue to be concerned about what is happening to me (and to Julian, for that matter!) I do not speak in the mystical sense here – but purely in the emotional, the personal sense. 
For the past week or two I have been victim of mysterious tenstion, unease, a twitchy sort of restlessness and a sense of something brewing deep inside me. It feels as if I am being enormously frustrated – but I cannot determine the source or the reason for the upset. 
Last night something snapped. It all bubbled out of me, just for an instant; like a rush of cooling fire, a wild thing, heady and exhilarating. So powerful I felt, then, so FREE!; but there was nothing warm about I, nothing gentle. 
I do not think I like that kind of freedom. 
Also…. There is the matter of Julian. 
More and more there are subliminal signs that the Lady is once again waking inside of her. She herself if or the most part unaware, but in small ways, words, dees, and desires, I see it. Perhaps, when I was blinded and not present the Lady regained her foothold in my girl; or perhaps this is merely a growth that neither of us may stop or ignore. 
But that wild freedom I felt – it was, in that moment, mirrored in her eyes. And from her it is familiar: It has the Lady’s feel to it. 
Am I being influenced by Her, as well? 
I have neither ability nor right ot inhibit Julian’s growth. What right have I even to try to channel it?
Truly, I am not convinced that what is happening to me is at all related to her transformation; but at this hour they do seem of a piece. 
Saturday, 4 August 1928; 9 PM 
I learned a lot about my girl yesterday, mostly regarding what it is to be a general. I am impressed, deeply so; it is one thing to know intellectually that she must be extremely talented and effective at her calling, but quite another to see it for myself, adroitly cool and supremely competent against the odds. Sobering! I shall forever see her differently in my mind’s eye. A new pride, of a different kind indeed! 
We discussed the Fatal Vision a bit, and I tried my hand at showing her a memory or two. It is not as easy as it seems! Julian feels that the FV is somehow a picture of the Ponic universe directly; and that is as good a hypothesis as any I have come up with; and better than most. That is, in effect, what I was trying to do after all. But – precisely WHAT did I see? Where was I looking from? Is it true that this turning-inward that we do to commune actually places us “somewhere else” in the ponic continuum? Certainly the house was not visible around me as it was during the vision of the 7th. Layers within layers… is she right? What an interesting view of things, I wonder what it means. 
A look into the Circle ABOVE my own??? Hmmm…! 
Today I installed a lot of the new stuff in the lab. The slate table and the tanks push aside the poor old vibrometer; poor thing, I had such hopes for it and now it is out to pasture…! 
New letter from Emerson today; just a polite little note to thank us for our hospitality. Imagine! He and the other left only a week ago! Such a short time – and so very, very long it seems! 
We were surprised this afternoon by the arrival of Dani Rose; Mrs. Danielle Freidman now it seems, though the two have for the most part parted company. 
I am deeply disturbed by her. Deeply. I cannot explain it, articulate it, defend it; but she has filled me with a sense of loneliness, neglect, callow callousness; a glimpse of a lost soul who does not know she is lost; and I am not empowered to tell her. Oh, I could say something – but not the thing that is needed, not one that will make the difference. 
So I say nothing. And feel guilty. 
Perhaps it will change; I do not know how long she will stay, or what else we may talk about. 
I think we cannot afford to alienate her – or her husband – or any experienced and loyal Fighter. So I will ask her help, give and take the information necessary – but I shall not discuss the new things, the dreams and visions of discovery which I now pursue. I shall not; I cannot. 
I pray I have not erred. 
Sunday, 5 August 1928, 4 PM 
Danielle has vanished. She went “into town’ this morning and has not returned. No sign of foul play – I have no way of knowing what happened, but I suspect she is in control. She will return, as her note said, “soon” – or in whatever fashion she wishes. For now, she has gone on alone. 
Adam has built for me three window-sized planter boxes. We have filled them with moist earth, and I have given some flower seeds to Adam – and the responsibility for growing them to Rachel. 
How proud he is, to have made something that lasts! I see him now, with his hammer in his belt; he has not put it down since I handed it to him this morning. And his work is good. Solid – not artistic but very competent – the more so since I really doubt he has ever worked with wood before. 
He is excited. And so am I; I have not seen him so interested in anything before. This will be a truly interesting time for all of us. So the boxes are in the windows … and soon the plants will begin to grow for the Children. If those shoots can hold Rachel’s interest, as the boxes have taken Adam’s – THEN I think we can reach them and bring the world back to them. 
Monday, 6 August 1928; 7:30 PM 
Burned my hand a bit today, playing around with the wire drawer. Silly me! It seems that this skill must be learned by doing! I shall be more careful next time. 
Telegram from Clay today, from London. He asks about Maddie’s Crossing – and I have nothing to answer. How is she, I wonder? Must write her and find out. 
Today I had a chance to watch the Circle of Man in town. Fascinating! And worrisome. 
The Circle is … vibrant. Charged! Full of energy and potential! But we are blind! Like dancers in a Dance who cannot see, we are blind. We move randomly, fighting ignorantly against the patterns of the Unity. We are unaware; the Circle itself is unaware, fragmented, barely cohesive. 
Is that the answer to our need? To save the Garden, need we only dance the Dance? 
And what, then, of the Soldiers? Do they then dance the Dance in our stead? 
Hmm. 
Tuesday, 7 August 1928; 5:00 PM 
Another Vision, and new truths. Today I have seen a glimpse of another Circle of the Dance. Today I have TOUCHED the perceptions and existence of another being! Merely a dog – but how very different it is! All things – ALL – except for us, are in time with their Dance! Plants, beasts, everything draws on the Unity and is nurtured by it. Communion – I was right – but not for us. Not for man. Not yet. 
What can I 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
Thursday, 9 August 1928; 4:30 PM 
Alone. Dear God, how far and how alone! And beautiful they are, dear little ones! Like angels – shadows – ghosts. They play in the sun like butterflies; sea nymphs in the tide! The tide flows around them, THROUGH them – smoke and silver, oh! How wonderful to play so, bright and glorious joy innocent in the light! 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
How I wish to weep. 
The price of vision is isolation. Do you see? To see, to touch all of the Dance, I am denied the joining of the Dance! 
Thus is Power turned within me. 
All the wonder, all of the glory and fellowship, all to be forever denited me! Pierre’s price – so high! 
Goodbye, my dream. Goodbye, my joy. 
I shall never be the same. God! I cannot even weep! 
And I cannot bear to watch them any more. 
I no longer belong. Anywhere. 
Success! So bitter, this drink! And I cannot put it down. 
10 August 1928; on the tram 
Black Man! Is this why you turned? To be denied communion, was that your price as well? How bitter you must have been; how angry and how powerless! Is it any wonder you have turned to Others for a place, a belonging? To accept the only fellowship left to you? 
The tactics of despair. How simple! Who are you, my dear, dark brother? Who is it that knows what I know – has glimpsed the gulf? 
Is this why you turned? Why the game you teach has only stalemate at its end? What use an allegiance to a thing you cannot touch? 
What, then, do you serve? Not the thing you fight for, surely! NO! That is as empty as the other! Is it merely Balance, as in the Cards? CAN it be? The Active Principle, as SG is the Passive? 
How easy to make, that decision; and how short-sighted! 
Do not be fooled, distant brother! I feel your heart alongside mine; but know that others have travelled different paths, and my end shall not be yours. 
How I long to turn aside – to give up my burden and my Vision and join the angles in the sun! Oh, how very much I wish that I might do so … But I am who and what I am; and have come to this pass by following the path that is truest to me. How can I turn aside now? How? All I have lost is a dream. 
Dearest dream! Oh, how I weep! 
But there is a still a future to be won. 
I cannot turn aside. Must not. To do so would be to betray myself – myself; and all of those who struggle against a blinded Dance; and all of my friend who need me. 
Someone mus see; to point the way where I cannot go. 
Heavy. So heavy. Where is the glory? 
Where is the joy? 
Is it forever lost, along with my innocence? 
All the struggles – the worries … Poor Meagan. Poor Dani. How petty it all seems now. 
I shall go on. Because I must. There is still a cause to be won. There is still happiness to share, with my beloved, if not with my people. It will be enough. 
It must be. 
Dear God.

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'''I am not a gifted transcriber. I vacillated between correcting errors in the text and leaving them as they stood, muddling the original document. I assuredly added more errors of my own. Many names were unknown to me, and I’m sure my spelling was atrocious. The only change I did make consistently throughout the document was to always use the serial comma. I will not abandon it!''' 
Redland Jack 

25 July 1928 – Oakland, CA 
So it seems I was right all along. There were more of the Children, and now they have been found. 
I cannot say I am entirely pleased! 
Consider: Eveling has a decades long organization dedicated to research and ponic development, of which these Children are a part. Decades! Working from the times which they gave me in their interview, I have to conclude that Rebecca is at least forty years old; and that this station in the Kentucky woods has been planning and researching since the 1880s. 
What was it like, then? How did it all start, with the present Eveling Patriarch a callow young man? Why did it start? The clues are beginning to appear; and I am feeling very small. 
Then, too, thanks to Franklin and company, the Eveling are undoubtedly in a turmoil now. They know what has happened, and doubtless who did it as well. The war may have just entered an open phase, and we are unprepared to care for these kids! My only hope comes from the knowledge that Eveling now has no “safeties,” no slave-Trained to fight their battles. I hope this means they will slow down and stop research for a time. I cannot guarantee it. 
Consider: These six are the Children that we know about; but they are the tip of the iceberg. The first three Children were raised by Eveling then Trained, but Ester was raised by an elderly farm couple somewhere, then brought to Madisonville later. Adam was recruited from the migrant labor force. And no one knows about Rachel, so; the abduction may have slowed Eveling, but it is merely a delay. In another year they could have the beginnings of a new group in training. 
Consider: The valley around Madisonville has become a hotbed of activity. Eveling is there, and the Children; Gravemaster is there; Dargan is there, with whoever and whatever he works with. Why have they all collected in this spot? Interest in one another, perhaps; but where did it start? I think SG was first, but by how much? Could this valley be connected with the Place of Birth? Watch it – o, watch it! 
Consider: The greatest enigma of all, the Man in Black. Eveling did not Train the Children, did not teach them their Vows. That was the province of the Black Man, an outside expert. He oversaw their occult training; he witnessed the Vow. He took young Marth to West Virginia (another project entirely, it now seems; though connected, obviously, by interests and personnel). A tall, slim man, black haired, solid of body. Gray blue(?) eyes, angular bony face. Left-handed? Serious and cold. Long fingers, soft hands. 
And he touched them; looked into their eyes; and knew hidden things about them. 
Just like Farquell. 
And all of the have wounds in their memories! None, except perhaps Rachel, as extensive as Julian’s; but none can remember precisely what He said at any point; or what his voice sounds like; or even his exact bearing or facial expressions or gestures, as Julian can. 
Though they remember their childhoods; as Julian cannot. It was a shock for me to realize that. What makes her different? I begin to think that Julian’s amnesia was her own doing, and not exclusively His. 
They say Julian used to sing. 
Another name, somehow familiar: Senator Paul Kinnerly, and the Common Man Reform Association. Kinnerly was replaced by some sort of monster; the thing wore a symbol like the Black Man’s. 
Do not ask questions. Do not lie. Do not make noise. Do not refuse. Obey. Obey. Obey. 
And always the threat. If you behave the men will not come to take you away. 
What a nightmare! These people have perverted the Vow in the only way possible: they have taken innocents and controlled every aspect of their lives in total domination; then fed them the Vow as tools to be used and thrown away. They are soldiers in the basest “neo-Farquellian” sense; they know only the Fight and self-denial. They have little concept of joy, or wonder, or any of the things they serve. Poor innocents; they embody the purest form on innocence, yet know so little of it themselves… 
Avila had a ‘safe house’ at Eveling. Was he, too, involved with the Children? He must have known something of them, through Marklin, if not otherwise. Marklin knew where Julian had been put. 
Avila, Stone, Eveling, Marklin, Black Man, Dargan; where does it end? What is the hierarchy – where are the connections? We know so little! And every time I look at the picture, it seems grimmer and grimmer. 
Who is ‘above’ whom? At any rate, it seems clear that Eveling is at or near the bottom of the lader. Was the WVa operation an Avila ‘pet’ that drew on Eveling resources? I suspect there are many levels that remain as yet unseen. 
Tony will bring the Children to our house on Saturday. What will they say when they once again meet their lost Martha? What will she say? I must prepare her; it will be difficult, I am sure, to meet these strangers who claim they know you. Will it help her? Will it jog her memory? I hope so, but I cannot predict. Whatver she shut away so long ago cannot have been small or trivial. 
Good luck, my very dear. God keep you close. 
Thursday, 26 July 1928 – At home – 
They are due to arrive in an hour or so; I thought I would jot down these words before they come. There will likely be more later. 
Julian is interested in meeting these newcomers; and a bit worried too; but I think I am more fretful than she! It is tough to explain why it was so difficult to tell her who they were. I fear that, in part, it was simply that our time here has been special; that I think of myself as the only one who truly knows her; and that I expect things to change at the meeting. Ah, well. Greed is in every man. 
This is going to be fascinating! 
Friday, 27 July 1928; Sometime before dinner. 
The worst is over; and thing will settle down now, I hope! But it has been pretty hectic here. 
The arrival of the Children did NOT produce the results I expected! No, indeed!! They came; we let them in, Julian took one look at Samuel and Rebecca; and the screaming began; and she fainted dead away. 
But before she fell – my God! The pain! It filled her; it filled me; a burning white knife deep down inside… 
She is alright. Or, she will be. All is quiet now,the house settled, the shouting over. But I cannot forget the silent screams. They went on and on… 
She is whole again. She remembers. Everything; from the first days of her arrival, oh, so young, to the lessons, to the Promise, to the kidnap and all the rest. It is all stirred up in her now like mud from the bottom of a roiled pond brought to the surface; clear and immediate, as if new; but before and behind all of it is the memory of the Lessons; the terror; the pain. 
The pain which she tried so hard to lock away. 
So much terror, so much loss; and the battle of two selves, two entirely different personalities and pasts locked together into one person, and we unable to turn away or close it out. It was truly mind – and heart – breaking. 
I think that, had I not been here, with her, within her to support her and me, she would not have remained sane. As it was, it was a near thing for both us, I think. 
Even now, the accommodation is flimsy, though it will strengthen with time. Julian is dominant, and I am very thankful; but from time to time flashes of pure Martha will surface. She is simple, fanatic, direct; and, when she needs to be, remorseless. And she and Rebecca do not seem to like one another. Conflict of leadership, I expect. 
I watched over Julian in her rooms for the remainder of the day. It was not until this omrning that she came down and actually met the others! What a strange meeting! The Children are constrained by their laws from asking any questions, though I know they must be curious. 
Tony was shocked to see the Martha-traits in Julian. Alas, I fear he distrusts her now more than he ever did. We two had a discussion, which evolved into a fight – I am uncertain now what we fought about! – which ended with Tony, in good Tony fashion, grabbing his bags and leaving in a rage, exclaiming that he would never return! He took Rebecca with him. I am even now uncertain if that was a good choice, or if Tony should have taken responsibility for any of them; but it seemed a right idea at the time, an I suppose we are stuck with it now. Samuel and Ester will go with Emerson to ‘see the world’ when he goes; and the two youngest will stay here, in the quiet and the sun. 
Tony called later, from town, to apologize, and J and I joined those two for dinner at the hotel. I am worried about Tony. He is so full of anger and hurt! I fear we are losing him; and I worry about what he might become. 
Things were quiet for a while here; Emerson and I launched into another philosophical debate; Ester upstairs in the bath; Franklin entertaining the others in one corner of the living room. 
Then Franklin decided to show them a “keen trick.” He pulled out his handcuffs and made as if to put them onto Rachel. Well! She shrieked as if her worst nightmares were after her (which they may have been!) and curled up. Adam, poor fellow, leaped up and attacked Franklin in defense of his girl. They were rolling around on the rug when I stopped them. Took the cuffs away, sent F to his room. Absurdly parental – yes – but very serious at the time! 
Franklin is in his room, sulking. (I hope he feels stupid!) Samuel feels like a traitor for telling me what happened; Adam is in his room, curled up in shock for breaking his Laws; Rachel is with Julian, in a pretty bad way; and dear Ester missed it all. 
I am tired. So much, all at once; and it is only beginning. Still, I think it will begin to underline the fact that the White Men will not come and take them away! Thank heavens for Emerson – he is running the household while I flounder. 
Up again; I shall do a few more chores then take a rest; then spend some time with Adam. Poor lad. 
Saturday, 28 July 1928; 4 PM or so 
Tony is gone, Rebecca’s gone too; and already the world is beginning to change shape. 
Julian does remember. Remembers everything; and with a depth and clarity that is astonishing. Unbelievable, actually; I must conclude that she has some kind of Talent or Skill that allows her such vivid recall. 
An interesting note: not aonly does she remember even the things the before were blocked, the details of some of the events she recalled previously are noticeably different now! More than just blockage, then! 
And again the Dark Man is center of my speculations. He and his organization. A thing of very long standing, it seems. A large faceless staff who obviously know quite a bit about what is going on; yet who have never risen to the surface either of the public’s eye or the view of the Trained. I cannot help but think that the relationship between Avila/Eveling/WVa is much more long-standing and intimate than had been supposed. 
Why has it not been supposed? We have been misled: deliberately distracted from the truth by a master chess player. And the misty windown of time obscures so many things that unless we begin to dig – dig seriously and deeply – we shall be overwhelmed by ignorance! 
The Man himself – the black Prince, the Evil Twin of fairy tales. Tall, slender, thinnish features but a sturdy athletic frame, black hair, pale skin. Long hands, slender features. Dresses in black and white, with a fancy watch and that Symbol on the fob. His hands are well cared for, but heavily scarred just the same. Long jagged scars like claw marks run up the backs and into the sleeves; and more fine hair thin lines that run across the knuckles and joints of the fingers – as if they had been sectioned and replaced in some distant past. His voice is deep and strong, resonant with power and compassion totally out of keeping with his otherwise stiff, cold demeanor. When he is alone with her, or not closely observed, he is gentle, tender, his actions and stance suggesting great compassion. It is difficult to tell how much he is being false or patronizing – for he is so masterful that his every word is intrinsically believed. Such power! Such charisma! In so many ways, I believe in this man. It is as if he contained wihin him the essence and understanding of the Path; and still chose the dark road! But why? I would love to believe that he was somehow at war with himself, that the difference between his stance and overt activity and the apparent compassion in his eyes and voice represents an internal conflict; but the man has been busy for an awfully long time. It cannot be more than wishful thinking on my part. 
He frightens her, deeply and viscerally; yet his demeanor towards her is gentle, vaguely loving as if to a favored pet or small child. 
An odd accent – like Spanish but with odd lilts and emphasis; as if an archaic tongue learned native when young and never wholly shaken. I am reminded of an ancient monastery in the mountains of Spain, and a man who fell into the darkness long before his time … 
He did consider her valuable. To himself, and to others. A Butterfly, he called her. Why a butterfly? Knew all about her, they did! All the future as well … And THEY GAVE HER AWAY! Julian was thrown into the hands of the “peasantry” DELIBERATELY! Why? To save trouble? Or to hid something more valuable? The other Children, perhaps? Or the Eveling connection? Or the Avila connection? (Must remember to look deeply into the WVa site for history. Paper chases have helped before! The site most likely has a shorter and more visible trail than Madisonville’s.) 
Point and point and point and point and point … A sudden vision comes to me, strange and evanescent like a dream. Twisted, strange … butterflies and peasants … a peculiar twinned dance through centuries. 
I wonder what it means? Almost; I dare not speculate. 
And he is so strong! 
Marklin is another case. Poor soul, twisted and full of anger and hatred … why? What has turned him so against his own faith and family? 
Who were his parent, anyway? 
We have a couple of leads now … Marklin himself, of course; and possibly this Doctor Kent, if we can find him; and now, thanks to Emerson’s teachings, we can possibly touch upon two of the WVa project staff who worked with Julian. 
I have learned many things these past few months. One of them is this: that the Vow is not a thing of the Fight. It is not a “chosen tool”; it is a way of life, a state of being. The Light exists, but within, not without; and it is a state of grace of illumination, that must grow within each of us if it is to be. 
This means several things. 
It means that the ‘restrictions’ and ‘punishments’ meted out to those who have spoken the Promise but not lived by it are not truly that at all, but merely expressions of the pain and stresses felt by an organism forced to strive against itself. 
It means this, and more: It means that we are alone. 
The Light is a state of grace and understanding, but it is not a deity. It exists within us, as it does within all living things. It guides us to peace and love and harmony … but it cannot know what we do not, for it is not a mind. 
We are the intellect of the Light. The Light does not fight, we do. It is a Purpose but not a Power. Oh, it has power, but it is not itself a Power. You see. 
If there are plans to be made, we must make them. If tools are to be devised and used, we muse devise and use them. We are the ones who fight the Fight, we and the Dark. The Light is our goal and our greatest bastion; but it represents a means and an end, not a strategy for victory. 
The Unity partakes naturally of the Light, true; but it is diffuse and undirected. All that we do, we must be responsible for; and we can expect no help from God. 
Forgive me if I ramble; but I am in a rambling mood. 
It is strange having the Children here. They are quiet, yes, and unobtrusive in the extreme; but the house feels different with them in it. It is as if they fill it more, and leave echoes when they pass. A whisper of sound, a discarded item, a flash of movement on a far-off laugh. The Children rarely laugh. 
We make our own ghosts, I think. Everything touches, and is touched … and the traces remain. 
Even at night I can feel them, or so it seems; in the creak of timbers, the sigh of the wind outside, the tiny motions of the air in a sleeping house. We are four, now, not two, it says. It changes things. 
What do they think of us, I wonder? Adam, so silent and moody most of the time, who walks and walks outside and scarcely says hello? In his heart of hearts, does he like us? Despise us for being what we are? Or are we merely a new set of owners, jailers without keys to be obeyed without thought or feeling? And Rachel: poor dear, scared of the birds and of the open sky. Are we so terrible that there is no way to reach her? Quietly, quietly … 
We must not distance ourselves from these Children. We must find a way to touch both of them – to extend a hand, as it were, and pull them out of their private Hells. 
So much to do, and we only two. Have we TIME? 
I wish that there were more laughter. 
Monday, 30 July 1928; 11:30 AM 
The morning chores are done and it is time for a little quiet thought. We still have no real idea of the pattern our lives will fall into in the next week or two… 
Julian is with Rachel again. Adam is moping in the orchard. I went out to speak to him a little while ago, but he was resentfully withdrawn; and I could think of nothing to say that would reach him. How familiar he seems … and how far away! 
New letter from Miriam in the morning mail … at last. I still am uncertain just why, but I cannot help but be impressed by the depth of my own admiration for her. We hold far too many secrets between us yet; yet even so, in every word I find peace and personal solace. It is her serenity perhaps that does it; even in her letters the feeling shines through; I see in memory the calm, vaguely sad acceptance of her smile, and I relax. 
She sends me news, good and bad. The November babe will be a boy, and thus even more unsuited to the Lady. Miriam says the foundry is furious, railing against the father and the fates in megalomaniacal splendor – but that she may yet be appeased, convinced to wait rather than try investiture. 
Hope so, for the baby’s sake. 
Wonder who the father is? Avriam? Marklin? As always her latest letter fills me with more questions than I could ever ask her. Most are forbidden by the rules of the game we play. What do they know Marklin? Gravemaster? How old must the Godchild be before she may be Invested? 
This last may prove significant: Miriam believes she may herself again be with child. If so, the looks right – the child will be due in early April. 
Does this mean we have to worry? What happens if the Lady is freed? Can she be freed into a babe? And does the One’s mind and memory make a difference? 
Even though I remain convinced that the Lady is not a Darkling creature, I am still very wary of her; I can have no idea of Her goals and motives save that they are wild, childishly selfish, with no knowledge of restraint. Her power is so great that I could not hope to oppose Her, were She freed; and so I wonder about the April babe. Might we need to expect the Lady come May? Do we rather get a few years of growing, during which She could not come even if we needed Her? What? 
It is to my continuing sorrow that, although I wish I could offer alliance to these beleaguered people in good faith, my only valuable offering might have to be Julian. Then, too, the Foundry’s attitudes on the superiority of the Chosen over the rest of humanity do not give me much hope for any negotiations anyway. 
Besides: My lady is NOT for sale!!!! 
I wonder … is Gravemaster right, about the Lady and the First Fathers? Is there a way to release her from her island without the sacrifice of a Chalice to be filled by Her? 
If so, and we could learn the method – THEN I would have something truly of value to offer the Families in an alliance! 
Should one be needed. Of course. 
If it were possible to know … I believe I may have found a way to discover the answer – but, as all such things must be, it is fraught with peril. 
To return, through life and life and life, to the time of the First Fathers, to watch and learn as the Gift and the method was given – is it possible? Could the Observer learn, as the Observed did? 
A long path and difficult, even for Julian; even if the lives do follow the taint; even if she can see into a man in that way. Six lives? Seven? Ten? Three hundred years is a long time. 
And at the end of the Road is the Lady Herself in all her strength. Could Julian look upon Her, and remain sane? 
Another possibility – shorter but more perilous – Gravemaster: First Father Gannsley. 
If we can perfect Julian’s memory-recall, 
If we can learn to use it on others, 
If we can persuade G to explore with us, 
If we can survive G’s Pact with Something, 
If we can reach the memories that preced it, 
If we can stay sane through G’s madness, 
Then we again face the Lady firsthand. And this time through one who has had direct contact with Her on the Island 
I cannot know. It is worthwhile speculating; but the road is long even before we may begin; and Julian has more say in this than I. 
In the meantime there are many other memories which we can explore safely, both mine and hers. Her earliest childhood. My vision at the Roth’s, and both meetings there. Both sides of the Lady’s attack in London. Julian at work as a general. And others. 
Perhaps we shall start today. 
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Wednesday, 1 August; 11:00 AM 
I sealed Miss Crawford’s letter this morning. It is sitting down there now, ready to post. I have a bad feeling about the whole thing. Her letter has disturbed me, as such things often do; but not this time, because she has raised questions which I am unable to answer. No, this time the source of my unease is within myself. Something in her pleas and arguments has reached inside of me; twisted a valve and let out a storm of rancorous emotion and outright anger at her; and for no better reason that that she has not the beliefs I do. I do not like this! I do not enjoy becoming irritated at such petty issues; it bothers me to experience pleasure in my own snappish <unknown>; and most of all I am chastened to realize that I myself so easily succumb to such selfish immaturity. It worries me. 
Meagan has always done this to me, particularly in letters. There is simply something between us that makes us mutually incomprehensible on some quiet inner level. 
So, I shall send the letter, despite everything. I fear it will forever drive a gulf between us, though I hope that does not happen. I pray that she will find wisdom inside at least some of my thoughts, and that we shall proceed passed the pettiness into a truer understanding. Certainly I shall owe her an apology, which I shall tender when she replies! 
But none of this post-hoc thought changes the fact that I was angered and let it out. Now I am pensive, as I wonder what she will read into my words. Her world and mine are immensely different; this has been shown before. What strange ideas will be born of my ungraceful cries? 
I will send it anyway. There is too much truth in it to hold me back. 
Last night I had a dream. It began pleasantly, as such things often do; but changed gradually into a convoluted thing of dark majesty and intricate symbols. What strange things was my unconscious trying to say? Peasants and lords; and butterflies delicate in the sun! and the deadly spiral battle through time. Dark and light, father and son, and myself heart-stopped between. Why? It changes things – but how much of it is Truth? 
And why do both of the Kings wear my face? 
We shall continue our dreaming later today. Perhaps, this time, we shall discover something. 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
I have a vague sense of unrest within me nowadays. I am not at peace. Yet it is not painful or distressing, merely restless … like an alarm clock waiting to ring. It is time to act, to do something … but what? I find myself snappish and short – surely something is about to pop. As yet, I can imagine no outlet for this thing, but it cannot keep increasing without limit! The only times I do not feel it are during the stillness of my exercises and for a short time thereafter. And even those period of peace are growing briefer, I think. 
The Same Day, 8 PM 
More revelations, but I am no more at peace. 
Today we journeyed far, my Lady and I; and I find that I am not only a loyal foe to Him, but a rival suitor, as well. 
Suitor? Is that correct? Impossible to say; but we have relived the day of her arrival at Eveling; and it holds uncomfortable revelations. 
The images are fragmentary; she cannot be more than three or four years old. An office, an interview with a stranger vaguely seen, whose face I shall try to remember but who is little more than an impression (young; dark hair, bright eyes, sharp, angular, loud. Cigars and leather). A glimpse of the complex (we dislike it, hot and noisy as it is) and an interlude in the new Home with the one who brought us here. 
He is not Marklin. He is the Dark Man. 
Again he is fascinating – brightly enigmatic in stark black & white. She has been with him forever, in their haven of silence and ritual – and in his own way he loves her. This may be an error – but to me it seems very clear. 
His chest is crossed by a huge ragged scar. 
He knows Pierre; he knows Elyssa; he must, it is in his voice, between the words. What does he want of her, my Julian? It is so strong, like everything he does – a fierce gentleness; a disciplined devotion to a thing yet to become? I do not know. 
He must be Islie. He has laid claim to her. Is it who she is or what she is that matters? Who can say? Whichever – he has lost her now, for she is mine, and nothing will change that! 
Oh, but I felt with him so strongly! How I yearn with him, wish to admire him – this, despite all the rest that he is and does. 
Oh, but I feel so alone! So bereft of something I cannot pin down. 
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And yet…… 
And yet…… 
I saw a curious thing tonight, while drifting within with my Julian. A flicker of white sparkle, shining in the darkness around us. It reached us, whatever it was… and could not – quite – touch but vanished when it came near. I thought at first it was some hint of – But not; whatever else the sparkles were, they were alien; exotic, bright, and somehow exciting. Julian could not seem to notice them, not even when we were WE. Is it because they are somehow “aligned” toward me and not her? Or is it something in my growing awareness of the Patterns that is and will remain mine alone? Time will tell – but it is significant I think; and quite a thing to ponder later. 
Why? 
I followed them; tried to turn myself out and truly SEE between the cracks, between the shapes that are apparent into the weft of the thing itself as I have always felt would be so very rewarding ->>> 
I SAW! My dear God, what I saw! There are no words to describe it; I cannot articulate the immensity; even now so much of it has faded from my poor mind; memories of a thing that is too large for me to encompass being forced from my life by my own mortal status. 
Never have I been so exalted. Never have I been so afraid. 
Is this what Meagan saw, when she attempted to LOOK AT the Cosmos? 
Is that what the Others see? The Outside ones? Have I been vouchsafed a glimpse of the Truth? 
How simple, how homey my binding with Julian now seems! Like an old friend, cared-for, well-known in all its heady strangeness. Like flying, like breathing; so very right and natural – so very human? 
But this new thing – this BRILLINACE - ! 
Like possession, like a vision of the Pattern; only MORE; and I the merest speck, a conduit, a cropping of clay before a torrent of light and power that strips away all before it. I the channel that is followed; a puppet overwhelmed, locked into place like the closing of an incredible circuit! 
WHAT WAS IT? What was it that stripped myself from me, tore me from Julian and THRUST me back – deaf, dumb, helpless, and blind in my impotency?? What? 
Not for man. Too great a thing for a man to bear. 
And yet …. “There is a depth of vision….” “Patterns and circles repeat themselves….” “…dispel it with the Light…” 
Is THAT PLACE the Light – the true reality behind the dream? If so, I am deeply afraid; for I might not go back there and live…. Too much, too much… but no no no. 
Echoes of pattern (ripples?) touching, touching; I forgot that there, there can be no simple observation. Idiot me; To SEE, one must be SEEN! I have been SEEN – and the SIGHT nearly destroyed me. 
No. I cannot go back there. I cannot. 
And Julian truly saw nothing? While I was etched away from my … humanity … by that? If that is ‘pure’, in the sense of ‘dear, pure woman’ , dare we ever even meet? 
Even Miriam’s dog might have told me. 
It was afraid. Why? 
What were they? Those lovely crystal forms – what? Like the house… like the wellspring house? One did not SEE Miriam’s – not like the walls of THIS newer manse. 
Containments, then. Shapes and forms that can – what? Sustain? Nurture? That incredible strength and brilliance. They move; and 
ripples 
echoes 
dreams? 
shifting butterfly angels, murmur behind Maddy’s growing light and gather at the edges of THERE. No, not the edges; everywhere! They are in the light, of the light, they are the light, too! The ponic ecosphere? 
Lord, lord. Too much; too much to see and know. 
I am a walker in the shadows, banned by the purity of the sun. It is too huge, too great and bright for me, frail as I am; for to see the face of God one must be the face of God. 
And yet – and yet – 
I saw; and thus was seen; for an instant; and it took nearly all of my vitality and power to keep me whole in that time. 
Everything that saw me knows me now, carries something of me withinside, no matter that my own perception is so poor. In a way I am THERE even now. How odd. 
To die – to be dissolved thus…. Would it be so horrible? Would it? 
I have so much to live for! So much! 
But it was so … so clean …, beautiful in a way. 
Would it truly be death, to be swept up in that flow of – of being and sensation? Would it? To touch and be touched by everything? To spread-share across all of creation? 
Is that truly death? Is that where they have gone? 
It sounds more like apotheosis. Rebirth into a higher freedom. 
Lefe and free will and power. Oh! Oh! So much – and so little – ALMOST it makes sense! But no; like the flickerings of the riplets in the LIGHT, I catch a glimpse of motion, but the thing is gone. 
Enough. I go to bed. Enough raving for tonight. 
2:30 AM, I think: 
Pierre was unable to use his power, though he could certainly SEE! Is this why? Was he dissolved in the Light? Is THAT the end of his road? Oh my, oh…. How cruel. 
Thursday, 2 August 1928: 9 AM 
Miriam’s letter by the door. Am I being too brash? Too Tony-ish? These days it seems as if my letters are not my own, but things blown around out of my control by that uncontrolled inner force I mentioned a day or two ago. Something inside me – still it builds. Connected to what happened last night? Perhaps. 
The world seems normal again this morning, no lasting deafness or sensitivity to mark that incredible sojourn. Yet it has marked me, I think. I am no more or less aware than before; but, in an odd way, I feel more aware of what I am aware of; does that make sense? At the moment it does. 
Letter reread – yes – it is fine, more elegant than I recalled, earnest but not too pushy. Let it stand 
Stirrings upstairs. The kids are up. Strange, that look he gave me last night…as though, at last, he has truly seen me – and does not know what he has seen. 
Good kids, the both of them. 
Have to go to town to buy some supplies for the lab later. If I am to begin alloying, I shall need an assortment of crucibles, etc. Lord. Not since college…. Well, they always did say those course in Chemistry would be useful! 
I worry about what is happening. It seems as though I am developing greater and greater awareness of the dancers in the unity Dance; but if what feels true is true then that same development is driving one towards THAT; and with THAT comes dissolution, or at least Blindness and a loss of more than what was gained. It seems contradictory; obviously I am missing something somewhere! 
Here they come – breakfast time! Have to ask Adam what he stayed up to hear last night. 
Friday, 3 August 1928, 9:30 AM 
Yesterday was lovely and relaxing (at least for all of us but Adam! He is in a snit again); and last night Julian taught me a fascinating little game, which she learned as a child from The Man. 
Played with a bridge deck, it is a solitaire game in which the object seems to be to stalemate oneself. The rules seem simple at first, (a balancing of the draw within and between three stacks), but when fully grasped they become an exquisite abstraction of the Fight, as seen from a particularly interesting viewpoint. 
Could it actually be his understanding that is presented? His viewpoint? Or another? I wonder what I might learn from study of the game; and from trying play from other viewpoints than the one Children learned. 
I see his mark in it, very strongly, whatever else may be true. And the players are familiar as well: The Kings who have the knowledge but now power, and who move the others from place to place; the Queens who are the supporters, the generals, who add to others’ energy but have none of their own; the Jacks who are the Weak Men, who have power, but not too much, and who may corrupt or be corrupted by others if they are not cared for; the Aces who are the Soldiers, most powerful but most expendable as well; and of course the rest of the deck, the numbers that are the Energy that is guarded or used up – but are also the Innocents who must not be harmed. 
And the object is =Balance, stalemate on all levels … and the elimination of a single card. 
Amazing. 
I continue to be concerned about what is happening to me (and to Julian, for that matter!) I do not speak in the mystical sense here – but purely in the emotional, the personal sense. 
For the past week or two I have been victim of mysterious tenstion, unease, a twitchy sort of restlessness and a sense of something brewing deep inside me. It feels as if I am being enormously frustrated – but I cannot determine the source or the reason for the upset. 
Last night something snapped. It all bubbled out of me, just for an instant; like a rush of cooling fire, a wild thing, heady and exhilarating. So powerful I felt, then, so FREE!; but there was nothing warm about I, nothing gentle. 
I do not think I like that kind of freedom. 
Also…. There is the matter of Julian. 
More and more there are subliminal signs that the Lady is once again waking inside of her. She herself if or the most part unaware, but in small ways, words, dees, and desires, I see it. Perhaps, when I was blinded and not present the Lady regained her foothold in my girl; or perhaps this is merely a growth that neither of us may stop or ignore. 
But that wild freedom I felt – it was, in that moment, mirrored in her eyes. And from her it is familiar: It has the Lady’s feel to it. 
Am I being influenced by Her, as well? 
I have neither ability nor right ot inhibit Julian’s growth. What right have I even to try to channel it?
Truly, I am not convinced that what is happening to me is at all related to her transformation; but at this hour they do seem of a piece. 
Saturday, 4 August 1928; 9 PM 
I learned a lot about my girl yesterday, mostly regarding what it is to be a general. I am impressed, deeply so; it is one thing to know intellectually that she must be extremely talented and effective at her calling, but quite another to see it for myself, adroitly cool and supremely competent against the odds. Sobering! I shall forever see her differently in my mind’s eye. A new pride, of a different kind indeed! 
We discussed the Fatal Vision a bit, and I tried my hand at showing her a memory or two. It is not as easy as it seems! Julian feels that the FV is somehow a picture of the Ponic universe directly; and that is as good a hypothesis as any I have come up with; and better than most. That is, in effect, what I was trying to do after all. But – precisely WHAT did I see? Where was I looking from? Is it true that this turning-inward that we do to commune actually places us “somewhere else” in the ponic continuum? Certainly the house was not visible around me as it was during the vision of the 7th. Layers within layers… is she right? What an interesting view of things, I wonder what it means. 
A look into the Circle ABOVE my own??? Hmmm…! 
Today I installed a lot of the new stuff in the lab. The slate table and the tanks push aside the poor old vibrometer; poor thing, I had such hopes for it and now it is out to pasture…! 
New letter from Emerson today; just a polite little note to thank us for our hospitality. Imagine! He and the other left only a week ago! Such a short time – and so very, very long it seems! 
We were surprised this afternoon by the arrival of Dani Rose; Mrs. Danielle Freidman now it seems, though the two have for the most part parted company. 
I am deeply disturbed by her. Deeply. I cannot explain it, articulate it, defend it; but she has filled me with a sense of loneliness, neglect, callow callousness; a glimpse of a lost soul who does not know she is lost; and I am not empowered to tell her. Oh, I could say something – but not the thing that is needed, not one that will make the difference. 
So I say nothing. And feel guilty. 
Perhaps it will change; I do not know how long she will stay, or what else we may talk about. 
I think we cannot afford to alienate her – or her husband – or any experienced and loyal Fighter. So I will ask her help, give and take the information necessary – but I shall not discuss the new things, the dreams and visions of discovery which I now pursue. I shall not; I cannot. 
I pray I have not erred. 
Sunday, 5 August 1928, 4 PM 
Danielle has vanished. She went “into town’ this morning and has not returned. No sign of foul play – I have no way of knowing what happened, but I suspect she is in control. She will return, as her note said, “soon” – or in whatever fashion she wishes. For now, she has gone on alone. 
Adam has built for me three window-sized planter boxes. We have filled them with moist earth, and I have given some flower seeds to Adam – and the responsibility for growing them to Rachel. 
How proud he is, to have made something that lasts! I see him now, with his hammer in his belt; he has not put it down since I handed it to him this morning. And his work is good. Solid – not artistic but very competent – the more so since I really doubt he has ever worked with wood before. 
He is excited. And so am I; I have not seen him so interested in anything before. This will be a truly interesting time for all of us. So the boxes are in the windows … and soon the plants will begin to grow for the Children. If those shoots can hold Rachel’s interest, as the boxes have taken Adam’s – THEN I think we can reach them and bring the world back to them. 
Monday, 6 August 1928; 7:30 PM 
Burned my hand a bit today, playing around with the wire drawer. Silly me! It seems that this skill must be learned by doing! I shall be more careful next time. 
Telegram from Clay today, from London. He asks about Maddie’s Crossing – and I have nothing to answer. How is she, I wonder? Must write her and find out. 
Today I had a chance to watch the Circle of Man in town. Fascinating! And worrisome. 
The Circle is … vibrant. Charged! Full of energy and potential! But we are blind! Like dancers in a Dance who cannot see, we are blind. We move randomly, fighting ignorantly against the patterns of the Unity. We are unaware; the Circle itself is unaware, fragmented, barely cohesive. 
Is that the answer to our need? To save the Garden, need we only dance the Dance? 
And what, then, of the Soldiers? Do they then dance the Dance in our stead? 
Hmm. 
Tuesday, 7 August 1928; 5:00 PM 
Another Vision, and new truths. Today I have seen a glimpse of another Circle of the Dance. Today I have TOUCHED the perceptions and existence of another being! Merely a dog – but how very different it is! All things – ALL – except for us, are in time with their Dance! Plants, beasts, everything draws on the Unity and is nurtured by it. Communion – I was right – but not for us. Not for man. Not yet. 
What can I 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
Thursday, 9 August 1928; 4:30 PM 
Alone. Dear God, how far and how alone! And beautiful they are, dear little ones! Like angels – shadows – ghosts. They play in the sun like butterflies; sea nymphs in the tide! The tide flows around them, THROUGH them – smoke and silver, oh! How wonderful to play so, bright and glorious joy innocent in the light! 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
How I wish to weep. 
The price of vision is isolation. Do you see? To see, to touch all of the Dance, I am denied the joining of the Dance! 
Thus is Power turned within me. 
All the wonder, all of the glory and fellowship, all to be forever denited me! Pierre’s price – so high! 
Goodbye, my dream. Goodbye, my joy. 
I shall never be the same. God! I cannot even weep! 
And I cannot bear to watch them any more. 
I no longer belong. Anywhere. 
Success! So bitter, this drink! And I cannot put it down. 
10 August 1928; on the tram 
Black Man! Is this why you turned? To be denied communion, was that your price as well? How bitter you must have been; how angry and how powerless! Is it any wonder you have turned to Others for a place, a belonging? To accept the only fellowship left to you? 
The tactics of despair. How simple! Who are you, my dear, dark brother? Who is it that knows what I know – has glimpsed the gulf? 
Is this why you turned? Why the game you teach has only stalemate at its end? What use an allegiance to a thing you cannot touch? 
What, then, do you serve? Not the thing you fight for, surely! NO! That is as empty as the other! Is it merely Balance, as in the Cards? CAN it be? The Active Principle, as SG is the Passive? 
How easy to make, that decision; and how short-sighted! 
Do not be fooled, distant brother! I feel your heart alongside mine; but know that others have travelled different paths, and my end shall not be yours. 
How I long to turn aside – to give up my burden and my Vision and join the angles in the sun! Oh, how very much I wish that I might do so … But I am who and what I am; and have come to this pass by following the path that is truest to me. How can I turn aside now? How? All I have lost is a dream. 
Dearest dream! Oh, how I weep! 
But there is a still a future to be won. 
I cannot turn aside. Must not. To do so would be to betray myself – myself; and all of those who struggle against a blinded Dance; and all of my friend who need me. 
Someone mus see; to point the way where I cannot go. 
Heavy. So heavy. Where is the glory? 
Where is the joy? 
Is it forever lost, along with my innocence? 
All the struggles – the worries … Poor Meagan. Poor Dani. How petty it all seems now. 
I shall go on. Because I must. There is still a cause to be won. There is still happiness to share, with my beloved, if not with my people. It will be enough. 
It must be. 
Dear God.

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Monday, 13 August. Stockton 
The crisis is over. I shall recover. The dreadful discoveries of last week are placed in perspective now, I think. It is a much subdued Ellis who resumes his place here; but an Ellis who is much more at peace than he who left. 
Adam has taken good care while we have been gone. The responsibility has changed him for the better; and he has assimilated far more out of my textbooks than I might have expected in so short a time. He is going to help me in the lab; and I shall fix up the old toolshed as a workplace for him. With his help, of course. 
Some seedlings in the flower boxes. I am told they appeared yesterday. Rachel is quietly excited as well as Adam – they spend a lot of time watching. Waiting for something to move. 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
The weekend has been good for me. So many things have changed! Some have become clearer; others are murkier now, or forgotten. But I have come to grips with my new knowledge. I shall go on. And I shall not turn aside. 
So much of what I wrote before seems incoherent now. So many meaning lost … the ideas come and go too quickly in my fevered brain, I suppose. They are forgotten even as I am changed. 
I wonder if Adam sees the difference in me. Does he know me that well? We have known one another only for two weeks. 
This week I shall complete my Chase Symbol, the Exotic Detector. I shall begin tonight with the alloying. Adam can help me draw wire tomorrow or the next day. 
And, of course, my exercises continue. 
The Reno research was of mixed utility. There does appear to have been a small company there making ponic devices. But they have all vanished, along with the company of officers, since last December. I have names – but names mean so little these days. And the goods were all shipped to San Francisco, according to an ex-employee; but no one knows quite where. 
I must get my wife a passport. 
Wednesday, 15 August 1928; 8:30 PM 
Back to business as usual. More letters to read, and to answer; and continued development in the lab. 
Despite some cautious probings, I remain unable to divine the true purpose of the Jar. It holds ponic energy like a capacitor, but is rather more complicated than that task requires. Why so big and convoluted? And what are the other two posts on the top for? It must have some function other than merely storage – the whole thing will only hold about 7 or 8 rands – but I cannot imagine what. 
Meanwhile Adam continues to putter around the house and yard, “fixing” things. Remarkably industrious young man! Quick, too. He is good in the lab and a diligent study of things that interest him. We have opened up and cleaned out the toolshed; moved one of my workshelves in there for him to use, and a footlocker to store his things. Tomorrow a new latch for the door. Perhaps next week I’ll wire the shed for electricity. That will be fun, I think.; I wonder if Adam would get a thrill out of a telegraph set? House to lab to shed. Could be fun, and I have not messed around with them myself in quite some time. Hm. 
All the flowerboxes are sprouting now, except for one which started roiling with ants so we replanted it yesterday. 
I had forgotten how much seedlings can be. 
My first success in the lab yesterday … my very own home-grown “bauble”. One of Chases’s Exotics – and it works fine. Unfortunately, the only thing to test it on here is Julian. (Unnerving, that!) Would have done it sooner, but it is very difficult to play “pitch and catch” with one’s own energy in a useful fashion. I tried to cure one Monday, but the sensation was so unnerving that I failed utterly to keep control, and ended up merely with a headache and fatigue. Yesterday morning, therefore, I cannibalized the ponic transmitters and made a “curing lathe”. Very flashy when in operation! And rather “splashy”, too – so I am forced to operate it within the cage, then sweep the area afterwards. Nonetheless, in an hour I can turn out an amulet, rather than having to try and try again for days. 
To date I have made three. Exotics of varying sizes, one Elder Symbol, and three variants of the Islie Sigil, none of which seem to do anything. At all. Either I have badly misguessed the required materials and design (which is possible!) or some other step is needed in the construction. 
IDEA: What would happen if: one took three separate spheres and hinged them concentrically together into a single spherical container: The inner sphere of silver, the middle of a diponic such as wood or stone, the outer of a phopic like iron. One could charge up the interior to high level and close the thing, making a “battery in a box”. How fast would it discharge? Hmm. 
Is it possible to “cure” iron? Interesting. 
Thursday, 16 August 1928; 5:00 PM 
Visitors! Andrew Scott is here (or was; he just left to return to San Francisco) and Alex Chase is due tomorrow. Andrew looks good; and apparently he is travelling in the company of a young lady, so it is little wonder he was so anxious to get back! We have made plans to meet in the City on Monday. 
He filled us in on the rest of the Pembrook affair and I showed him what we are up to here. It was a bit odd, in a way … after all this time I should think we would have more to say to each other. We do, in fact, I think; but events seem to have overrun us so that they are all buried (or perhaps it is we who are buried; does that make sense?) and bringing it all to the surface is a daunting and avoidable task. There are so many things I want to share and to explain; but what are they? Just now I cannot remember. Why? Bewildering!! 
Monday, 20 August 1928; Mark Hopkins hotel 
What a cavalcade of days! And such a busy time. Andrew on Thursday, Chase on Friday (and a letter from Lazlo), Friedman on Saturday (and a letter from Meagan; hmph!), lots of business on Sunday, and then this morning we all bundled up and headed for the Big City. F,W, and I met with Byron this noon; and I spent all afternoon with Maddy. She is well; happy; and rather concerned for her future and ours. 
This evening we had a long and mildly depressing conversation and planning session with respect to China and Stone. I do not know what to do; they seem to wish to insist on making me TELL them what to do, give the orders to them; and that is not my place, nor do I wish to fill it. 
“You are the Quarterback, Ellis!” says F. Feh. 
Tomorrow Andrew and I travel to Stanford to poke under a few rocks around Mr. Redman. Hmm. 
Wednesday, 22 August 1928; still in San Francisco 
Another bust. Mister Redman is no longer attached to Stanford … but he still lives in town and travels frequently. Comes and goes all the time, and has several woman friends who visit often. One sounds like K; the others (a sultry Italian brunette, a tall ash blonde) are unknown to me. No further information yet. Yet. Andrew has hired a man to find out more. So we shall see what we see ……! 
Tomorrow I am going home, I think. Chase and co. do not need me further; dear me, they’re better off on their own! Maddy says she will come to visit us over Labor Day. 
I want to go home. Soon I will be leaving again for a long time. For now I wish to surround myself with the things I have made. 
I wonder who will return? Mm. 
Andrew has taught me some things, and I have traded with him. Spells. Huh. I distrust the things, indeed! But they are weapons in the arsenal. I will transcribe them, keep them for the others. 
What is it? What? I am distracted; nervous; it is happening again, that sense of the Impending. Pressure. Potential. Again I feel it – something is happening, or is about to happen, beyond my current vision. 
What is it!! It is soon – but what? 
Julian? 
(Later) I thought that I had passed through that, put it aside. That the weird unease was merely the unconscious alarm – the knowledge of prices … and loneliness …… 
Once I knew, I thought it was over; that the moods would stop. And so they did. 
But now, again, I am chilled by unfelt winds. 
Why now? 
What new bubble is about to burst? 
It is an uneasy thing, waiting. 
Thursday, 23 August 1928; 7:30 PM 
Home. How nice. The house is the same; Peanut is the same; the kids seem the same; the flowers have shot up remarkably, it seems. I have been given an earnest, though choppy, account of all the new leaves in the window boxes, and the improvements to Adam’s workshed, and how many times we had iced tea, and how far from the house we have been lately. Ah, me, children! Your enthusiasms are wonderful. Why do we not see more of them? 
Time enough for now to stretch out and relax. Maddy will be out in a week; and then nothing but unalloyed time for correspondence and study; O luxury! 
Friday, 24 August 1928; 6:00 PM 
Not much time to write before dinner, but then I have little to say either. Today was murderously hot; perhaps the worst day yet, or perhaps I am merely spoiled by a week of cooler air. In any case, I could not stand to be in the lab for too long – merely let the machines churn away while I drank tea on the back porch. I felt like a plantation owner somehow. Hmm. 
Amusing scene for the day. Peanut “trying” to chase the birds. He cleverly “hides” himself in the middle of an open lawn and waits for the hopeless victim to approach. Whenever a bird walks within ten feet or so, he starts clawing the grass and waving his hindquarters around exuberantly in a manner guaranteed to telegraph his intentions to all and sundry. On the very rare occasions when the would-be victims do not cotton to this sly ploy, he galumphs triumphantly forward about four feet …. And skids to a halt and looks confused as they all fly away. 
Almost, I could swear the birds were sneering. 
A call from Carl this afternoon! Not much new to say, just keeping current. We discussed Maddie, and the kids, and Franklin and the rest who were at the Meeting. Apparently Lazlo got hold of everyone a few days ago and told them all to wait until now to come down. So; the plunge begins. Good luck, all of you. Be careful. My prayers go with you. 
Off to dinner now. Tonight, a treat: grilled hamburgers and sausages on the back patio. Hope they like it; I intend to have fun. 
Sunday, 26 August 1928; 10:30 AM 
Yesterday just before dinner the gates of Hell opened into my life once again. 
It starts in the kitchen. Friedman, in my head. *Ellis* he says. *The Goddess is getting free! Get Zigfried on your front lawn, in five minutes. Go!!* 
Well, of course he knows what he is doing – so Julian runs to France and comes back with Zigfried. We three are on our way up the stairs when there is a ripping noise and a woman starts to scream. In the driveway is a glowing doorway, a woman on the ground, and DAF. “Ellis! Get your guns; Julian! Link – NOW!” Yelling and waving his arms. 
What the devil is a gun going to do? Especially if Willows is loose! I send Rachel to safety and bring Adam with me; this is his kind of fight! Everyone is arguing, screaming – such a mess! And why? Confusion – my Lord! – and nothing getting done. 
Through the door. Wind, fire, rock; and around the corner, IT. Do not look! Eyes to the wall, sit down, and join with us to the Plain of Battles. We arrive – just start to see the Light of the Goddess far away, so bright! – and the universe shatters. The godforsaken ledge gives way. 
We tumble down the hillside. There is nothing we can do. It doesn’t even notice us as it strides away! Adam down, Julian hurt. For nothing. 
Home again. DAF yells at Zigfried. Hits him! Threatens me! WHY? 
God damn the man! What RIGHT has he to wound us, insult us all that way? And now he squats in my house with that arrogant smile, disturbing the Children and eating my food. I feel as though my home has been taken over by a gangster or bandit, and I am powerless to tell him to go! 
I feel as though I demean myself by my inaction! Yet I cannot merely tell him, “Darken my door no more!,” for we need him, need them ALL, too much to risk the enmity. 
No! No! 
What a bitter cup is this. 
I will work. And say nothing. Care for the children. And say nothing. Prepare my gifts and the Gathering. And say nothing. And wait. 
Nothing. 
But oh, what a bitter gall! 
Monday, 27 August 1928; 4:00 PM 
How I must hurt my love with this fury! I see her, oh yes, large of eye and mute, waiting to heal my soul once more with touch and flowing gold. Oh, Julian! How much I need you now, when I am most silent! This grim despair, these silent screams … only your touch eases the acid of self-recrimination within me. 
Do you wonder why I hold so tightly to you as I do, trembling and desperate? 
I have been thinking about what went wrong. Chase, Hunter, Hutton missing; Daf says they are dead but that I cannot take so simply. 
What happened? 
Too many cooks, I think; and none. Let that be a lesson for the Family. 
One: Know your resources. They did not. All members of an expeditions must know what the can rely on from all others. This includes strengths, weaknesses, powers, tools, and information pertinent to the mission. Vital! Secrets between team members can do nothing but harm us all. 
Two: Know your limits. We must all be aware of the sorts of things we cannot do. This is somewhat harder than One, particularly in the case of the arcane, since so much of it is new or untested. But we must try. It is quite clear to Julian, and I suppose to me as well, that no such number of fighters as we could bring There would have a hope of fighting something like Shubrigrath. Or even, I suppose, tricking it; though I could hope. By the time those doors were open it was useless to try to stop Her. All that followed was foolishness. 
Three: Know your mission. If we spend all of our strength reacting to everything that moves we will never advance, never catch up. In this case, the mission was not even assigned, but undertaken; and it was to kill Stone and keep the Temple closed, nothing more. Once that had failed survival was the important thing, for all of them. Throwing more of us into the Goddess’ path was not only stupid, it was criminal. My fault as much as any. 
Four: Know your mandate. When you go on a mission, you go with whatever is available or as much as you think you will need. And you do your best. You do not blame others because it wasn’t enough! If you need more, and there is more, you may ask for it; but never must we weaken the salient at a crucial moment to grub for resources that may not be forthcoming. Also, if a crisis is at hand, and there are several ways of accomplishing a task, use the best one! Short of lives lost, there is little we cannot spare. 
Five: Know your foe. This is an obvious one, and one that (nowadays) is usually followed. 
So much of what happened wen on because there was no (I shudder to say it) chain of command. But can I get the others to understand the necessity? And especially to follow such orders, when everything they love is threatened? It will never work with these, unless the situation is fully known to every man! 
Ye Gods and little fishes .... what an army. 
I shall write all this up and send it to the others, along with the devices I want to make. It is work for my mind, for my hands; it will keep me busy until I am once again at peace. 
Poor Adam. He seems recovered, but … it was cruel and improper to take him in unprepared. 
Wednesday, 29 August 1928; 10 AM 
News. The missing three are all alive, though Hutton is badly hurt. They are in Georgia now. The others, including Daf, have left at last. At last; it will be a while before things settle again. My house is … abused … soiled; it too needs cleaning of more than just the furniture; but it is ours again, for now. 
Ziegfried has returned to France. Funny; once again I spend days with the man and say hardly a word to him, when there is so much we need to speak of. I am uncertain whether he even got to meet the Children; except for Adam, of course, at the height of confusion. 
Young Mary has taken the morning train for the Coast, bound for Boston to meet Mr. Hunter. Curious woman. No one seems to understand quite why she was here. 
And HE … he is gone too. Dedicated, I must admit – he has returned to China to follow the Goddess. 
Julian and I had an interesting talk last night. Interesting – but I am not sure I understood it all. 
There as something about my not deserving to be on that battlefield. That it was an honor that belonged solely to those who walked and suffered to get there. But then is that not true of all of us then, her as well? What was she trying to tell me? And were we not summoned, invited into battle? I do not make out her meaning. 
And there was something about the two different roles of leadership, the healer of souls and the general (NOT General!) and how I could not be both and was not yet either, since I did (and do) not see why that was so. Dear gentle adamant Julian, she sees so clearly sometimes! I have come to earnestly believe in her intuition. But I do not always understand it. There is so much for me to learn. Is she steering me? Grooming me for leadership, as I am doing with her to bring her fully into the world? How funny; if true. Each of us molding the other. 
And as I sat in the darkness, fuming with frustrated rage at myself and at Daf, she looked at me with those lovely eyes and gave me peace with a few words. Healed me. 
“But do you absolve him, Carl?” 
Do I? And I though; and I saw that I could, and that I must; and the rage ran out of me like water. So simply, she brings me back to my humanity. Back to peace. 
How dearly I adore you, dear heart! 
But there is still much I do not understand. 
Thursday, 30 Aug 1928; 8:00 PM 
Julian is restless … The China thing, however disastrous, was our first taste of real action in a very long time. She feels it, it shows, irritation, tension, jumpiness. Poor dear, it was not so obvious before … but I ought to have known. She has no such work as I do to fill her days – and, born to action as she is, all these idle times in the garden and with the Children do not satisfy. She needs to DO. 
How rare and wonderful these gentle days can be … and how quickly they are gone. I am saddened. 
But we spoke at length about China; and about roles, and leadership, and what must come to be. Generals and Healers; Kings and Princes. Pierre was everything to his people; is that possible anymore? Should I, can I, may I, will I try to do the same? How many people truly trust me so far? How many would follow my lead? 
A burden, once lifted, that cannot be put down. 
To teach, to grow, to share … these things are a great joy to me – I will follow that road gladly, even though parts of it sometimes pain me. Bu the rest: CAN I do it? Am I, gentle soul that I am, truly capable of asking my friends and loved ones to walk away and die? 
Can I? How can I not? 
So much waits for Gathering. Organization, decisions, hierarchy, and planning …. Gawd. And how does it all fit together? I showed my journal entry with the suggestions in it to Julian. She had only one thing to say: “Do not mail it out – speak to them all at Gathering.” I am torn. I need feedback; and feedback is best when there is time to consider before speaking. But I see her point as well. 
More and more I am eagerly looking toward my trip, and points east. I want to go! You see, I am just as bad as Julian in my own way. Tomorrow the two of us go up to Stockton to get passports for her and for us. Should be interesting. 
Taking the Children along involves extra plans and difficulties. We have to prepare as much as possible beforehand; and they, naturally, are not at all pleased at the thought of leaving this refuge. 
Bank balance yesterday says $13,660,28. Enough to retire on – or to get married on. Heh heh. 
So – Rail to Billings, Mt. 2 days. Put the others up in a hotel there? Could … but it looks funny. Find another way if possible. If Mr. Outt is willing to put us up, perhaps that is an answer; but there remains the question of getting out to his place, and even if he drives, the ride will be anything but sedate!! Poor Rachel. Explore options. A day in Outtheim? Two? Then onwards. 
Rail to Chicago, then to Lafayette. Settle in, spend a day there poking around. Julian and the kids may stay here while I go on. 
Evening trip to Evansville, Ind., night in a hotel there; then in the morning hire a car to Madisonville and SG. A 2-3 hour tip each way, but plenty of light for the trip if I start early. 
Back to Newhaven for breakfast. Holiday. 
Now J&I to Chicago, kids stay here. See Miss Durrell in the afternoon, maybe – and dinner. Get together with Meagan next morning; but I have to leave to visit NJ while J stays to do bridesmaid things. 
From NJ, north on the night train to see Lucius and his lady. I wish J could come; but even if she did, L would not let her in his home. Sigh. Then the night train back to Chicago. 
Say ‘bye to Meagan until November, and back to Newhaven to get the kids. 
Newhaven to Boston; a long rail!; and settle into Arc’s place. I hope he is there, I need to speak to him. 
On the 6th or 7th, get together with Emerson, and arrange to bring the Children together. They have not seen each other for quite a while. And Lazlo. And Tony. How are they all? 
Evening 7th, get the kids settled in France. J, anyway. She’ll come back afternoon 8th, and we move to NYC. 
Morning 9, head for Charot to see LH. 
Morning 10, set sail! Arrive London the evening of the fifteenth. 
Visit Miriam. Visit TMF. Visit Andrew? 
Into Paris, on to Chalon. J says that at this point there will be a huge fuss and ballyhoo, over precisely what is unclear. “You know.” Shrug. 
Talk to Zigfried and Theo – and hopefully, at some point, get to the house in Lyon. If I can find it. No telling what is there! 
Homeward bound! On a French liner for a change of pace, what say? 
After this, the schedule is open. It depends on other folk: Theo, Tony, Zigfried, the kids, et cetera. I expect to be in Chicago by the 6th or 7th, wedding the 11th, and Gathering the 15th. 
We are not going to make it home in time for Thanksgiving – unless we go via France. Hmm. 
Holidays. Holiday. Hm – our anniversary meeting ic coming soon, too! 
… When oh when should I tell my family about my “wedding plans”? Soon? 
Dear me. 
Friday, 31 August 1928; 8:30 AM 
Off for the Customs Office in a while; the adventure begins! My kind of adventure: lots of time to relax and enjoy, with interesting parts between. 
Lab harvest so far: Fourteen Elder Symbols, three Alien Detectors, and three Shifters, one of which I wear. Also a few amulets of various types that do not seem to work. I must have done something wrong, or perhaps missed a spot. 
Still not certain that I like the Shifters – rather like wearing orthopedic shoes to change one’s walk – I feel certain that there must be longer-term effects from extensive use. 
The Children are not very enthusiastic about a long series of trips; but that is no surprise. And they do not argue; but that is no surprise either. I feel cruel, and heartless, to uproot them so; but what else can I do? 
Oh, if only I had another six months to be idle and watch them grow! But if wishes were horses … It is too late, too late for gentle growth and the butterflies of spring. Harden your heart, Carl Ellis; open the gates, and sound the horns! We are marching to war! O yes, harden your heart – but do not cease to love. Hard, hard road, to open to the burden and still hold my hands to others -! But I am not a martyr, never that. I will do as I must, and as I can. The Dreamer is waking to a long, long day; but the Dream itself continues. 
I want to draw Rachel out, get her to talk to me a bit … but how? Perhaps we shall play The Game – perhaps she can debrief me. At least it is an opening. 
The odd hints and moments of distortion continue. They mean something, I know; or they should at any rate; but it all continues to elude me. My curiosity is ready to kill (poor Peanut!); but I will wait; and it will come. 
Peanut! What will we do with him this time? Poor lazy fellow … we cannot exactly turn him out, can we? And I cannot just hand him off to someone now, either. I know. Adam and I, brilliant handmen that we are, will build a feeding machine! No steak and potatoes for fatso here; but it will serve. And a “cat door” in the kitchen, so he can come in out of the rain. 
Lots of work. Good, now, to have a task for my hands – it keeps my thoughts from turning to the terror and the sorrow. Dear God, why tears, why now? I have been happy; let it not let it not let it not end!! 
7:00 PM, same day 
Home again. Business out of the way, and we wait for delivery and Arc’s place. This is dangerous, this public documentation; but we all know that, however revealing paper trails can be, something as huge as the national government cannot be closely watched by any one man or small group. Besides, they must know what they look for, mustn’t they? 
Meagan’s letter of yesterday is fascinating. All of her philosophies are so different! It is nearly as bewildering as the first time I read Pierre. Questions have been running intermittently through my brain ever since. 
Upon consideration I have decided to write my little tirade as I had planned – but to send it only to a few folks: Lazlo, Carl, Tony, Andrew. Then we shall speak further in November. 
November. Brrr! Why the sudden shiver of dread? 
So: all these people to meet, and what to ask? 
Ceryous and Rachael: Everything. They are unplumbed. Impressions of Pierre and the Old Guard; anecdotes; threats and promises; everything. A certain old book about the Island. These two go back a ways and have been in the thick of it. Be careful. Try not to tread on too many toes – there must be scars. 
Newhaven: Examine. Documents? Talk to “Straight”; though if he is as tough to talk to as I hear Bent is, that may be no easy task. History. 
Gravemaster: Everything. The man fascinates. Talk to him about Eisly. About his own history and condition. About my ideas of how to deal with the Island. Mustn’t forget fruit! 
Meagan: Wedding stuff and philosophy. Dangers of someone identifying Julian; of assembling us in this public place; and how all this might affect the THREE of us. Wedding gift? 
King: Jobs. The Fight. Khorri. Columbo. The Disease. Arimius and Avila. Cairo. Riswold. 
Alexandria: Allertons. Knorri. Gatherings. Hope. NJ? 
Colbert: Memories? Attitudes? What he fought? His son? 
Lucius: Willow, China, FoxLady. Singing Chimes. The Island. Unity. Nature, his own Goddess. Wettsprings. The Earth soul. Pierre. More anecdotes. 
Lisel: Pierre again. The Old Guard, the good days and the bad. Gatherings. DeGaspard. Riswold. 1884. THERE? 
Miriam: Gossip, mostly. Depends on SG’s statements. 
TMF: Properties, resources, safe boxes, etc. Riswold? 
ZVH: Light. Power. Pierre. Theo. Knorri. Unity. Eisly. 
So much to say and to do! I have written to most of these, requesting interview. Now we merely wait for replies. 
Monday, 3 September 1928; 11:00 AM 
Labor Day. A day of rest? No! A long workday, as the name implies; at least for me. I swore I would finish these sets of amulets by now; and I still have eight to go. About ten hours’ work, I expect. Sigh. 
I sent Meagan her next installment on Saturday before Maddy arrived. Important letter – though necessarily incomplete. I am eager to see what you say to that one, my little witch! 
Tomorrow Adam and I shall begin the cat and plant feeders. The tanks and planks are all stacked up around the back, waiting. Before we go I must also make some modifications to the weapons here, so that I may come back and feed the cat or water the plants through the Portal when it is available. Simple enough to do … 
It was nice to see Maddy again, although I fear all of my grim news rather put a damper on some of the pleasure. She is well; she is happy, more or less; though her exercises proceed only slowly. Maddy wants to be a healer. Well, we certainly could use a few just now! 
Tuesday, 4 September 1928; 8:30 PM 
Many letters today. Most worrisome is the one from Grimaldi. Tony! Are you all right, my friend? So worried, so upset … and you do not yet even know the worst! 
I shudder at his nightmare. Such a vivid disaster! And what a great loss it would be, to all of us …. Yet, in some perverse way it gives me hope. Tony is always so insular, so unwilling to share with others except as a “statement” – is this the first crack in the wall? Tony, we love you. Do not consign yourself to doom. 
Lazlo’s note disturbs me deeply. Eighty years! They have been doing their gate research at Eveling for eighty years! What on Earth or off of it can they be seeking for all that time with such single-minded fervor? And why have they not found it? Who was Rory’s wife, Laurence’s mother? What happened to her? 
Adele Samistis. (!!!) 
What sort of a name is that? Not English, for certain, I don’t care if that is where he got her. WHO? Another longlife? Katyana? Another? Or an innocent? 
And that piece about Kinnerly. The thing that interests me most about this is the bit about the Italian woman, Contessa Berenice della Bonannio – who was a GOOD friend of both Mr & Mrs K, and who conveniently died on the Titanic but who later turned up in connection with a Kinnerly scandal. Too pat? Lots of Italians showing up of late. Bonnanio, Gundoni, Redmun’s Italian ladyfriend – Connections? 
There is something softly and deeply terrifying in this somewhere. I feel it in my bones. 
Wednesday, 5 September 1928; 6:30 PM 
Whew! A long day of letters, both sending and receiving. We hardly got started on feeders at all. Thank goodness Adam works well without supervision; they may be sloppy but they will do the job. 
Boy my hand aches. I hope it will all be useful: packages for nearly everyone, it seems, and invitations to the Gathering; and for the select few the notes about field discipline. 
Tomorrow I go to see the ticket agent. Poor fellow does not yet know what I shall do to him in one afternoon! (Heh heh…) complete itinerary, times, and tickets …. And then I shall cancel almost all of them and buy directly from the lines & rails themselves. Still, a couple hundred dollars will surely not be regarded as an irritant, dear me no! 
Took the load down to post, and there was another note from Lazlo! Where does he find the time? So I whipped off a quick reply right then and there and added it to the outgoing … and then Tony caught me on the drive coming home with his mental call! Are we not social butterflies? But it certainly is good to hear from him! And to know he is all right. 
It seemed like a long talk, as such things often do. He was all done with the Frights, though still upset with the way things turned out down there. It sounds as if their group had fewer problems than ours, but ones of the same bird. I had not the heart to fill him in on all the awfulness we went through here – but it did affect me in that I found it difficult to be as alarmed as he obviously was. Although was worried for tony and for Lazlo and Carl, the success of the mission seemed a fait accompli, somehow; and I could not feel his worries. 
Poor Tony. We spoke at length, but not about Eveling. He is sending me a package of stuff, and I suppose we shall speak again when it arrives. For the nonce we spoke about each other; and about Power and the Vow. I hope it helped him. He seemed excited about some of the things I said, though with Tony it is sometimes hard to tell. He is worried about Crossing for the wrong reasons. I forgot to tell him that, while one may take the Promise for any reason or none, one may not truly Cross Over unless one already knows the reason and the answer. Sleep tight, my little Prince; do not move hastily. 
Saturday, 8 Sept 1928; 10:15 AM 
A new letter from Miriam today. I am cowed … Somehow … by the depth of her sorrow for Henry. Every man deserves such mourning, yes; but why him, and not her son? It is as though, in some unspecified way, his death at the estate is a much greater loss than Peter’s in Turkey. I suppose this is possible – but how and why? Something to do with the Lady & the House’s barriers? Or is it merely that they already thought Peter long dead, and this is fresh? 
“There is a lessening in all of us,” she says. Henry would no doubt be pleased. Poor, sad, tortured man. 
I feel so guilty. Each touch between us brings nothing but further sorrow. How can I justify this contact? I cannot. Especially as I deny to her and to them the thing they dearly crave. 
It is clear to me that I have burdened our mutual affection as much as I dare; as much as it is worth. Poor woman; she has her own crosses; I should not lade her with mine. The tough of friendship is, after all, the important thing. I shall apologize. 
And yet …. She has answered me as best she may, between warnings. She knows of SG, but, it seems is forbidden to speak further. I hear familiar cadences in her evasions; and thank her for these as well. 
And Marklin is ours, if we truly want him. How violent she is, how vehement indeed! “His bite is poison death,” she says. “There is no man within him, merely an empty skin filled with crawling horrow….!” 
Bait him and trap him – but let him not approach. She is afraid for me. For me. Thank you, Miriam; you gift me greatly. I do beware. 
A couple of days ago I received a curious gift. An article from, some unnamed newspaper about the death of Paul Kinnerly. But who sent it? It was mailed from Evansville Ind. On the afternoon of the First, so I suppose any of the Madisonville people could have nipped out and sent it. But whoever did so, sent it to my box here, not in Emeryville …. A box I have almost never used. I did not even think anyone still knew about the box! So who sent this? I have asked, but expect no quick replies. 
 
POSSIBLE REDACTION
 
 
Monday, 10 Sept 1928; 5:00 PM 
Byron is coming out to see us. He should be here Wednesday afternoon. It was good to talk to him. He seems eager to get involved, to learn, to take my offer of a job – so he will join us for a few days, until we leave on our trip. What fun. 
Now I think I will go back outside, and finish what I started.
 
 
POSSIBLE REDACTION
 
 
Tuesday, 11 Sept 1928; 7:30 PM 
A troubled day. Spent most of it beating my metaphorical head against a metaphysical brick wall. Am I getting overly impatient? I could not find an Entry! 
This is frustrating. Entries to Green and Small came easily; so I suppose I expected this one to be the same. But why should it? I tried the obvious clues (or at least those I thought were obvious!) but none of htem are Entries. WHAT WHAT WHAT? I now realize that I have no true points of reference whatsoever! I cannot afford to throw whole days away this way without result! 
Then I return to the house. Insanity! Adam has cut his hand badly on a screwdriver and bled blueblack sticky all over the place; and Rachael is collapsed into a corner with the quiet freaks over a big grass spider that has crawled onto her leg. Julian is trying to bandage Adam, who won’t allow it because he’s trying to reassure Rachael; and the stew is quietly boiling off in the kitchen. 
Lord in Heaven! Bring on the Night Gaunts! 
Eventually, however, things were quiet; and dinner was tasty even though reminiscent of charcoal. 
Adam is out on Perimeter Patrol. I am not feeling peaceful; all the frustrations of the day have not yet leeched away. I think a long sunset walk would do me good, and Julian as well. Communing with Nature in the ordinary way. Yes. 
She has not been happy either, of late. It seems sometimes as though we never talk about anything but work; and that is a crime. Are we growing apart? 
I will not allow it! 
Am I causing it? 
Can I avoid it? 
Every day I get itchier, ready to leave. To do something together again. Together with her. A change of scenery, a chance to break the patterns that are becoming so burdensome, will do us both no end of good. 
Yes. 
And now, I think, I go to make my proposal. 
Letter from Zigfried today. He confirms a few things we have already guessed… but how different it feels to have another voice say them, another set of eyes to see! It feels good; and how different it is, to hear it in another’s words! A new clarity: information from another source, new, strange, and fresh! 
Yes. I only wish the news were good…. 
Wednesday, 12 Sept. 1928 – 9:00 PM 
More. Always more. More to see, more to do, more to know…. Is that not what he wants? Well, Byron is here, and he is getting just what he asked for … but somehow I do not think he is happier. He has retreated to his room with a rather odd smile, to ponder all of this uncomfortable newness. 
And so have I. 

Letter from Andrew today. Contains lots of stuff from England. The peons in the enemy ranks are being sacrificed callously … and H-W has disappeared as well. Everything points to a new, more unpleasantly virulent form of the Ponic Plague – but is it the Type Two they have sought? I doubt it; but cannot afford to assume. 
The records claim that H-W died of the plague, but we (as KR) received a TWX from him a week after his supposed death. Hyp: he is too far up the ladder to be sacrificed. 
Is there a close connection between this and Kinnerley’s demise? I wonder. If so, then the article becomes even more important; as does the Redmun operation. I hope that PI reports soon. 
I do not think the Children like Byron. 
Short session, today, looking for the Quick Path. It must be there! But aspect after aspect has been tried and discarded, and still no luck. Frustrating. 
Thursday, 13 Sept 1928; 9:30 PM 
Better, indeed. I wait impatiently to leave …. I am rady, yes ready… and only a few more days! 
And today was much nicer than yesterday. 
First, a breeze from the north; it is always nicer with a bit of a wind! Then, another short session at Springboard, and I FOUND IT! YES! The beginning of the Quick Road, I think. 
 
 
POSSIBLE REDACTION
 
 
Most of the rest of the day was spent with Byron. He certainly has a lot of questions! And I do not believe that my answers are being all that helpful. He has a two-inch pile of letters and photographs in his rooms, and my early journals as well. It will be interesting to hear from him what he makes of it all. 
But; and I say this with a soft smile and a secret silent pride; today Rachael learned a spell. 
I taught her the Healing spells – both of them – as Miss Crawford taught me. How nice to see her learn! To watch her realize her accomplishment; and to see her understand that at last she has a thing of value that is her own, that cannot be taken and cannot be used to harm. 
The biggest obstacle was the Saying of the Words. Poor thing: she will mumble; and precision is so necessary! The gestures came easily (she is a quick study!) and the manipulation of the energies was not much harder, though she shies away from the sensation of it. 
But I am happy. Like a proud father. A good deed. 
Yes. 
Friday, 14 September 1928; 7:00 PM 
More letters. Carl. Meagan. And Radosta. 
Carl is lost in Vision, seeking guidance and direction. Meagan’s letter is fascinating reading and illustrates a number of fascinating differences in perspective. And some good questions that need answers. 
But Radosta’s package leaves me cold. Redmun is well; Redmun is active, visited by KR and others, and a LOT of big packages from foreign points – and from Brinley in Boston. 
The Disease is loose again. Now this. What do we do? 
Do I cancel my trip? If I cannot find someone both competent and discreet to discharge this duty, I must not go. But who? Maddy? Tony? Both would be best, but Tony is out of touch. 
Oh dear. 
Saturday, 15 Sept 1928; 9:15 AM 
I did not want to rise. A late night with Byron, and Redmun and the realities of war. Uneasy sleep, filled with alarums and fragments of ungentle dreaming. The Plague. The Italian. Katyana and the Black Man. And that hellish twinned spiral of the Dance, the Dance! 
Tony called. Four in the morning, I make it, or thereabouts. Yanked up from slumber: “CARL!” 
Funny. He got my note about the Kinnerly article. All upset. True, I was too, at first. But consider: what then? Nothing has happened, yet; but Grimaldi’s code of Islie-ism for its own sake does not ring true, either. 
He & R. are going to come here in a few days, to take over the Redmun thing along with Maddy and, I suppose, Byron. I have told him how to come. 
I am free to leave. We are. Yes. 
But still, I must face the oban. 
I have thought, and I have though, and I have thought. Was Julian right? Was I right? She, I think. 
One cannot be both creator and destroyer. 
I cannot. I must not. 
If the truth be known, I have not the soul of a destroyer. I may have the tactical understanding, but it is not RIGHT. If necessary; but I shall die, myself, with each death. 
No. Another. Who? 
One who is hard. Hard enough. 
One who is Avowed. 
One who is Across the Veil? 
One who has the knowledge and the will. 
There is no such person. Yet. 
But consider. Am I right? That the will is necessary is obvious. That the strength be there equally so; and that means someone hard and ready. That there be knowledge enough to command successfully is a necessity of the job. 
But. Why Avowed? Because they need to know that side of things as well. The Avowed have needs and restrictions and perceptions not shared by the others. The one who commands the troops must know those; and it were best if the knowledge were from experience. Best – not mandatory. 
And: Across the Veil? To start with my reasoning is similar. But can someone who is truly Across shoulder that burden? Perhaps not. I am willing to be persuaded out of this. 
Same day, 9:30 PM; Northbound 
Gifted with Grace, huh? Bother it all. I am getting tired of folks looking at me and nodding sagely, as if to confirm some privately granted opinion or perception. Rightly or wrongly does not matter; but what the devil do they see that is so obvious – and how did they all get to be able to see it? 
Ye Gods and Little Fishes! As my grandfather was wont to say. 
The Temple is all but closed. There is only one junior priest left (the one with the ‘ahah’) and he said he was expecting me. All the others have left to do something else, somewhere else. He waited for me. Perhaps he, too, is gone by now. 
They have their goals and methods (which we do not know) and, someday, we will meet again. 
I wonder what it all means, & whose side they are on. 
Monday, 17 Sept 28; 4:00 PM; Montana 
Another hour or two, and we arrive. I find myself edgy, nervous. What will he be like? What will they? What about the scandalous child? 
Outt is the oldest one left, I think. The last of the true Old Guard, the only one who might be able to tell me what they were like from the inside – how things worked during the “golden age” before the Great War. How old is he? Did he know Riswold? Harden? Was he there in ’84, and does he know what really happened to PF’s family – or how Harden died? 
How can I have the gall to approach the man? By what right do I disturb him? I have no power to wave the Farquellion banner before him. His tenure is at least of twenty years – and I am a child of three. 
What do I want from him, besides everything? Permission to proceed? Knowledge of why he stopped? Yes, and more. But I have as yet done nothing to earn his help. 
It should be interesting.

TheStarsAreRight:Updates

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Redland Jack:

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11/30/2013 - Finished Carl's August journal entries (1928). Added some more letters from Victor.

09/22/2013 - Added photos to [[CARL_ELLIS_BIOGRAPHY|Carl Ellis]], [[Jason_Coleman|Jason Coleman]]. Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Thompson.2C_Maggie|Maggie Thompson]]. Began work on the background of [[The_Penthus_Corporation|The Penthus Corporation]]

09/19/2013 - Briefly sketched out the timeline from Aug. 28 - Sep. 06, covering the last three or four sessions.

09/18/2013 - Added most of the letters sent and received by Redland Jack and Victor Grayson to their respective pages.

09/14/2013 - Separated Faction and NPC information for The Irish Rose Matter. Added portraits, where it seemed appropriate. Also bios, etc; should allow for more useful cross-referencing.

09/03/2013 - Finished up the July entries for Carl's journal. Of course, I started on July 25, so that's not overly impressive...

08/31/2013 - Started transcribing Carl's journal [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|(here)]] from the back half of 1928. Currently looks to be about Madisonville and the fallout from that.

07/07/2013 - Andrew added character pages for Candide and Michael McMann, and updated other pages accordingly. Also generated category pages for various factions affiliated with player characters within Detroit.

06/24/2013 - Added a brief (biased) summary of the last Redland Jack group (China edition) session. [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileySessionJune2013|June 2013 Session]]

06/24/2013 - Andrew made (more!) substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/13/2013 - Updated Jack's [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|Sanity Tracker]] and added [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce updated the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce created the [[Maturine_DeBonnevault|Maturine De Bonnevault Character Page]] including biography and personal letters (and managed to misspell his first name in every instance)

06/11/2013 - Added Sophia's timeline for the Junior J-Men (and women) to the front page to make it easier to find.

06/11/2013 - Merged the Timeline and Narrative Timeline for the Irish Rose and then eliminated the Narrative Timeline.

06/11/2013 - Added Gunner "Stabby" Waa and Montgomery Scott to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]].

06/03/2013 - Added some [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGraysonRuminations|Ruminations]] from Victor Grayson.

06/03/2013 - Andrew made substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/01/2013 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline |Irish Rose Timeline]] and made some moves on the active/inactive members for the Rose.

04/26/2013 - Janyce created the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]], added new information about [[Steele|Steele]], added information to [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]] for 1900 and 1932

04/25/2013 - Janyce added a photo of [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - Janyce updated and extended information about [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - John updated the Irish Rose timeline with lots of info.

11/26/2012 - Added to the Irish Rose timeline. As always, I have the best grip on what happened to my character, so if I'm missing anything, feel free to add and/or amend!

11/24/2012 - Andrew added a large stack of information to the Irish Rose page

11/14/2012 - Janyce added information to Samuel, Esther, Ruth and Adam Hopkins at [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Characters]]

06/10/2012 - Andrew spiffed up the [[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|Irish Rose]] info, added a bunch of stuff, and posted the newspaper articles from Lovejoy.

06/10/2012 - John added a group-specific introduction and timeline to the main page for the Irish Rose game.

11/20/2011 - Created a [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGrayson|Victor Grayson]] page.

11/20/2011 - Added characters to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]. Moved characters from Active to [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]].

11/20/2011 - Added the Irish Rose groups first exploits to the [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]].

11/16/2011 - Added a short November session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/13/2011 - Added a journal entry and a conversation with Maxine Scott at the usual spot: [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

11/13/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think I actually have the dates correct this time!

11/10/2011 - John added a June session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/09/2011 - Added excerpts from 1929 Carl Ellis [[CARL_ELLIS_1929_DOCUMENTS|Journals]]

10/26/2011 - Added information to [[The_Island_Family#References|The Island Families]]

10/26/201l - Added text of [[March_15,_1929_-_Letter_To_Carl_Ellis|letter]] from Jon Riswold to Carl Ellis - March 1929

10/26/2011 - Added the first of the [[TheStarsAreRight:Andrew_Scott|Andrew Scott]] archives, added [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Rasmul.2C_Katyana_aka_Albina_Mercade|Katyana Rasmul]] to important NPCs. Added [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#JUNE_1928|June 1928]] to the history time-line.

06/19/2011 - [[DIRK_MICHAELS_BIOGRAPHY|Dirk Michaels Biography]] added by Sophianna Ardinger

06/17/2011 - Added character sheet; updated 'ongoing thoughts 2' and 'sanity tracker' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page. Readded link to Henrik's character sheet [[Henrik Mueller|here]].

06/15/2011 - Added substantially to the [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign|Glossary]]

06/14/2011 - Added the first of articles to [[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]], and some small additions to the 1929 time line.

06/13/2011 - Added [[July_20,_1930_--_Letter_To_Alexi_Vishnevesky]] to the [[Lamont_Coleman|Lamont Coleman Archives]]

06/13/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Kruglinsky.2C_Kyle|Kyle Kruginsky]], [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Vishnevesky.2C_Alexi|Alexi Vishnevesky]] and [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Armstrong.2C_Jack|Jack Armstrong]] to the Inactive Players page.

06/13/2011 - Added a conversation with Maxine to the [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page.

06/12/2011 - Added Van der Decken and Reynard to 'Important NPCs'. My descriptions are brief and I may have misspelled their names... so, job well done... (Van der Decken -- corrected to Van Der Vecken)

06/12/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think we've agreed that it is August 5, so I've mildly amended a couple of dates to be consistent with this.

06/12/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Waters.2C_James|James Waters]] to Active Player Characters.

06/12/2011 - Added to 1928 letters section of the Carl Ellis Archives [[November_21,_1928_--_Letter_To_Hannalore_Rhyner]]

06/12/2011 - Added first of the glossary words to [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign]]

06/12/2011 - Added to the letters section of the Carl Emerson Archives. [[Carl_Emerson_January_1927_-_Personal_Letters|January 1927]] and [[Carl_Emerson_May_1927_-_Personal_Letters|May 1927]]

06/01/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Kingston.2C_Jacob_.22Deuce.22|Jacob "Deuce" Kingston]] to Active Player Characters.

05/31/2011 - Small update to notes for Redland, including [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Redland Jack Plan]]

05/23/2011 - Added some notes from [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]].

05/20/2011 - Added a conversation, updated Sanity Tracker, and updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

05/18/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Lawrence Eveling (though my description is pretty crummy).

05/18/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. As always, the dates may be off by a little bit.

05/18/2011 - Added Gezak and Jake to Active Player Characters. Moved Dale Parsons and Frank Pallucelli to Inactive Player Characters.

05/18/2011 - Updated - Inactive Player Characters [[Steele]], [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1928|Entire Game History - 1928]]

05/14/2011 - Updated - [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1929|Entire Game History]] - dates 1894, 1919. 1929

05/14/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Dacia Coleman (nee Neville)

05/13/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Peter Fagin

05/13/2011 - Updated Hannelore Rhyner 1929 Documents [[Hannelore_Rhyner_April_1929]]

01/21/2011 - Updated entry for Baron Hauptmann on 'Important NPCs'

01/11/2011 - Added Session Recap to Other Bailey Info, updated 'Bailey Timeline', updated 'Sanity Tracker'.

12/23/2010 - Added 'Sanity Tracker' to Redland Jack's page.

12/21/2010 - Added Session Recap and Summoning Extract to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

12/21/2010 - Updated/Added some 'Important NPCs': Roger LaForge, Prometheus, Diana Stevenson, Petter Varr

12/21/2010 - Updated 1 'conversation' on Redland Jack's page (in bold).

12/21/2010 - Updated 'Bailey Timeline'

11/13/2010 - Added/updated 3 'conversations' on Redland's page.

10/30/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'

10/30/2010 - Added 2 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

10/26/2010 - Added 5 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

09/29/2010 - Added Tsarina Ineska to 'Important NPCs', Dale Parsons to 'Active Players', and updated the 'Bailey' Timeline.

07/19/2010 - Added an extract of a letter to Redland's page. Updated Redland's stats.

07/08/2010 - Added Idrinya to 'Important NPCs'

07/01/2010 - Added Yuri to 'Important NPCs' (whether he is or not...) 

07/01/2010 - Updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on the Redland Jack page (to include some new information on Donal).

06/28/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'.

04/12/2010 - Added Father Patrick(sp) to the 'Active Players' list.

04/12/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'. The dates there are getting really sketchy, so if I remember, I'll try to shore them up next time we meet.

03/12/2010 - Added a weak journal entry and the first part of a conversation between Carl and Redland. The usual spot, [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|here.]]

03/08/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline' [http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline '''here'''].
As usual, it's not a world-beater of an update, so feel free to fill it out with more details if you like.

03/06/2010 - Carl/Jack conversation finished. As usual, Carl has a lot of interesting things to say ... Redland also participates. It's pretty long, so I broke it into two pieces:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

After the Meeting (1st and 2nd half)

02/16/2010 - information added to the following pages:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
::Pierre Farquelle

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]
::Jon Riswold

:[[GAME TIME LINE 1903]]
::Added information to September
::Added information to October

:[[Jonathan Riswold October 1903]] Letter From Pierre Farquell

:[[Hannelore Rhyner January 1929 - Personal Letters]]

:[[DETAILED TIME LINE JANUARY 1929]]

[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page '''Return to Main Page''']

TheStarsAreRight:Main Page

2013-11-30T18:42:52Z

Redland Jack:

This Wiki details the history of a Call of Cthulhu campaign begun in 1983. The campaign has been running uninterrupted since that inception date.
Game play began in January of 1920, and has since moved into the early thirties.
 
* [[TheStarsAreRight:Updates|'''''WIKI UPDATES (updated November 30, 2013)''''']] 
* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|'''''Quick Link to Redland Jack's page''''']]
 
''NOTE - BLUE TEXT INDICATES ACTIVE LINKS''

=='''Entire Game History Time Line'''==

[[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]]

This scary, huge time line tracks the movements of all of the characters and events that have happened in the game, as gleaned from the source materials.

=='''Cross References'''==

[[Cross Reference Index|Cross Reference Page]]

An attempt to cross reference and index the information about the campaign

=='''Cast Of Characters'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]

=='''Campaign Summaries'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Introduction|General Introduction to the Campaigns]]

There are three groups currently: The Elders, Bailey and the Sea (aka The Redland Jack group), The Irish Rose (...).

===Bailey And The Sea===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Timeline]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

===[[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|The Irish Rose]]===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline | Timeline]]

''In Detroit in 1932, an oddly matched group of characters balances gangsters, a mysterious medical condition, an odd preacher and his sister and a state hospital scandal in an effort to figure out the complicated workings of the under classes.''

===Junior J-Men (and women)===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:GovAgents|Timeline]]

===[[The Stars Are Right: China - Gods and Monsters|China - Gods and Monsters]]===

''At the start of October 1932, an expedition is sent to China to make a deal with Li Mai regarding a stronghold in China and the status of Auda.''

=='''Diaries - A Collection Of Character Writings'''==

[[Steele_Poem|Steele - Undated Poem.]]
::*Thought to have been composed during or just after Hannelore Rhyner's transformation into Medea on October 19, 1929

=='''Game History And Plot Summaries'''==

[[The Dark Queen|The Dark Queen]]

=='''Game Mechanics'''==

To be added soon.

== '''Glossary'''==

[[Terms Used Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Groups'''==

[[Important Groups Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Locations'''==

[[Trujillo, Spain]]

=='''The Library - A Collection of Writings'''==

[[TheStarsAreRight:The Tablets Of Aelda|The Tablets Of Aelda]]

[[TheStarsAreRight:Misc_Letters|Misc. Letters]]

[[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]]

=='''External Links'''==

* [http://cthulhu.meetup.com/53/ Meetup.com: The Stars Are Right]
:This includes scheduling information and some useful files (the introductory file and blank character bio file)

* [http://jhkimrpg.livejournal.com/52332.html LJ Post: "Cthulhu Meetup"] (Feb 21, 2007)
:A personal report on joining one of the campaigns.

* [http://collection.hht.net.au/firsthhtpictures/quickSearch.jsp Historic Houses Trust]
:A phenomenal collection of vintage Australian photos, including the Police and Justice File.

* [http://www.nlm.nih.gov/hmd/ihm/ Images from the History of Medicine]
:Need an illustration from a sixteenth century medical text for... oh, reasons? IHM has you covered and then some. Also includes propaganda, public service posters, tools and impedimenta, and lots and lots of Victorian anatomy illustrations.

* [http://nycma.lunaimaging.com/luna/servlet NYC Municipal Archives]
:Over three quarters of a million photographs from the late 1800s on. Another great resource for period images of crime scenes, night shots, etc. Look for the body stuffed in an oil can!

* [http://historicdetroit.org/ Historic Detroit]
:Lots of essays and photographs of, well, historic Detroit! Especially useful for the Irish Rosers.

* [http://www.mythicdetroit.org/ Mythic Detroit]
: On the other end of the scale, a wiki devoted entirely to the weird and unsettling aspects of Detroit then and now. Check out the [//www.mythicdetroit.org/index.php?n=Main.VoodooMurders Voodoo Murders]!

[[Category:Call of Cthulhu]]
[[Category:Campaign Setup]]

The Stars Are Right: Victor Grayson

2013-11-30T18:40:34Z

Redland Jack:

back to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Players]]

back to [[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|The Irish Rose Main Page]]

Name: Victor Grayson Str: 12
Occupation: Gambler Con: 14
Nationality: American Siz: 13
Gender: Male App: 08
Age: 21 (January 31, 1911) Dex: 17
Height: 5'10" Pow: 05
Weight: 160 lbs Int: 15
Hair Color: None Edu: 13

== VICTOR GRAYSON ARCHIVES ==

=== General Information ===

This page contains links to transcribed source material generated for and about Victor Grayson.

 <center>CAUTION!! MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS AND CURRENT PLOT THREADS.</center>

The Biography contains details about Victor Grayson's personal history.

The Timeline contains a rough outline of Victor's activities based on dates gleaned from the archived materials.

The Document section contains transcribed personal papers and other items from the archived materials.

The Journal section contains personal writings and/or observations on events within the campaign.

===[[VICTOR GRAYSON BIOGRAPHY|BIOGRAPHY]]===

===[[VICTOR GRAYSON TIMELINE|TIMELINE]]===

===[[VICTOR GRAYSON 1932 DOCUMENTS]]===

* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter1 | F. Huber to M. de Bonnevault, 15 January 1931]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter2 | F. Huber to M. de Bonnevault, list of correspondence, 15 January 1931]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter3 | H. Flynn? to M. de Bonnevault, date unknown, pages discovered in trash at a Purple Gang Safehouse]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter4 | K. Flynn to Victor Grayson, mid August 1932, delivered by Fae courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter6 | M. Caine to Victor Grayson, late August 1932, delivered by US Postal Service]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter7 | B. Rulianov to Victor Grayson, late August 1932, delivered by Fae courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter8 | V. Grayson to K. Flynn, late August 1932, delivered by Fae courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter9 | V. Grayson to K. Flynn, late August 1932, delivered by Fae courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter10 | V. Grayson to B. Rulianoff, late August 1932, delivered by Fae courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter11 | V. Grayson to M. Caine, late August 1932, delivered by US Postal Service]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter12 | V. Grayson to K. Flynn, late August 1932, delivered by Fae Courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter13 | V. Grayson to Mrs. Bitterman, early September 1932, delivered by US Postal Service]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter14 | V. Grayson to Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, early September 1932, delivered by US Postal Service]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter15 | V. Grayson to K. Flynn, early September 1932, delivered by Fae Courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter16 | V. Grayson to K. Flynn, mid September 1932, delivered by Fae Courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter17 | V. Grayson to K. Flynn, mid September 1932, delivered by Fae Courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter18 | V. Grayson to H. Rhyner, mid September 1932, delivered by Fae Courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter19 | V. Grayson to H. Rhyner, mid September 1932, delivered by Fae Courier]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter20 | V. Grayson to G. Parkhurst, mid September 1932, delivered by Fae Courier]]

===[[VICTOR GRAYSON 1932 JOURNAL]]===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGraysonStats|''Character Sheet (updated November 30, 2013)'']]

[[category:The Irish Rose|Grayson, Victor]]
[[category:The Irish Rose Matter|Grayson, Victor]]

TheStarsAreRight:VictorGraysonStats

2013-11-30T18:40:05Z

Redland Jack:

Name: Victor Grayson Str: 12
Occupation: Gambler Con: 14
Nationality: American Siz: 13
Gender: Male App: 08
Age: 21 (January 31, 1911) Dex: 17
Height: 5'10" Pow: 05
Weight: 160 lbs Int: 15
Hair Color: None Edu: 13

Accounting(10%) Medicine(05%) Weapons
Anthropology(00%) Natural History(10%) Axe(20%)
Art(05%) Navigate(10%) Blackjack(40%)
Climb(45%) Occult(05%) Club(25%)
Conceal(15%) Listen(50%) Knife(25%)
Credit Rating(15%) Library Use(30%) Sabre(15%)
Dodge(75%) Track(44%) Sword(20%)
Drive Auto(20%) Photography(10%) Handgun(50%)
Electrical Repair(10%) Psychology(05%) Machine Gun(15%)
First Aid(30%) Ride(40%) Rifle(32%)
Hide(35%) Sneak(10%) Shotgun(30%)
History(20%) Spot Hidden(60%) Submachine Gun(15%)
Jump(35%) Swim(45%) Grapple(25%)
Law(05%) Throw(45%) Punch(90%)
Russian (23%)

The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter20

2013-11-30T18:38:26Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "To: Gregory Parkhurst Hello. I figured I should let you know of an incident that took place here in Russia last night. Obediah Walters was seen in a (very mildly) compromisi..."

To: Gregory Parkhurst

Hello.

I figured I should let you know of an incident that took place here in Russia last night. Obediah Walters was seen in a (very mildly) compromising position with the Tsarina Ineska. The way gossip spreads, I figured I should tell you about this myself, so others don't hear about it and reach erroneous conclusions.

It should be noted that our observation of this interaction between Walters and Ineska was clearly staged. I find it highly unlikely that anything truly untoward occurred. It almost assuredly was an attempt by the Tsarina to nettle Medea.

I'm not entirely sure how things stand, so I thought I would leave it to your judgment as to how to proceed from here. You should probably tell Medea what has happened, before she hears about it elsewhere. I can't stress strongly enough my belief that this is merely a ploy from the Tsarina to create mischief. It's possible my writing this note is furthering her scheme. I'm just not sure.

Sincerely,

Victor Grayson

The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter19

2013-11-30T18:36:37Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "Dear Ms. Rhyner, Thank you for the quick and informative response. Although I am of the mind that a quick response with incomplete knowledge is generally better than a..."

Dear Ms. Rhyner, 
Thank you for the quick and informative response. Although I am of the mind that a quick response with incomplete knowledge is generally better than a slow (or no) response while waiting for better information, in this case, it seems like my knowledge is so poor, that I’m better served to take no action for the time being.
It is difficult, since I consider the Boyar to be a friend, but that comes with its own complications. According to Candide, someone (probably the Boyar) has placed a compulsion on me. It’s possible that I just think that I think the Boyar is a friend, if that makes any sense. 
If what you say is true, it does appear that it would be for the best if he were imprisoned, so that he would be unable to do any more harm, noting, still, that the difference between imprisonment and death is not trivial. 
When you say he wishes the Fae “changed or mutated into … a more natural state of existence,” I get the sense that this would not be good for humanity. At the same time, I do wonder if many of the Fae, perhaps even some of the Seelie(?), might prefer this change. I know little about it, but I imagine it might have something to do with what you call the Nightfolk’s “savage past.” I believe he would describe it as returning the Fae’s individuality, but I assume he is often selling a bill of goods. 
It is difficult to bring to bear too much moral approbation on the Elder’s desire for “survival at any cost,” as this is a very natural state for most of the world, even if it does lead to much evil. 
Anyhow, I appreciate you being so candid. For now, on matters relating to the Boyar, I will keep my eyes open and my mouth shut. 
Although I have been unable to deliver your well wishes to my companions (we are somewhat at odds at the moment), I will do so when I get a chance. Until then, I can tell you that all of them, other than Mr. Lovejoy, are doing well. Frank was invaded by some sort of hideous Outside creature, while we were meeting with the Alchemists (it wasn’t their fault), and he has been mentally unhinged since that time. I don’t know as much as I should about it, since, I must confess, my brain has also gone a little soft since that time. I don’t even like to think about it. 
You can let Adela’s parents know that Miss Adela and Mr. Williams are doing quite well. They are very ‘lovey-dovey’, and it is really quite irritating. Of course, now I sound like a stuffy old man, and I know I should be more sympathetic, since they are so young … but ugh! No sense of propriety. They both seem quite happy, though, so that’s probably the most important thing to convey to her parents. 
Candide is, as always, a bit of an enigma. No harm has come to him, so far, so his family should be at ease. 
On another matter, I have been in regular contact with Ms. Flynn, and by extension, the remaining members of de Bonnevault’s Household. The subject has been broached on the possibility of them coming to the Seelie Court to live (perhaps joining with my Residence). There are some concerns, however. 
Given their association with de Bonnevault, would they be welcome? Even if officially, would there be a large danger of unofficial action (such as happened with Parkhurst)? In particular, Jean fears for his son. I would hate to encourage them to come live there only to see them harmed in some fashion. 
Mr. Huber is also concerned that it might be awkward for you if he were to return, given the ‘games’ de Bonnevault played. He is eager to not give offense. 
If you think that it would be okay for them to come to the Court, my intention is to meet with them in New York, when I return, and then travel up to the gate/portal/thing in New Jersey. Let me know if any of this seems like a bad idea. I am still very much a novice when it comes to political machinations. 
Apropos of nothing, if someone has a checkered past, but it seems like they’ve left all of that behind them, is it best just to leave the past behind and not look into it too closely? 
Earlier I mentioned we had visited with some Alchemists. We were hoping to maybe get one of them to travel to the States, as a kind of cultural exchange, even though we’d probably get a lot more out of it than they would. My companions were thinking along the lines of trying to run this up to some groups in the US government, to secure permission and funding. I was thinking that maybe the Court might be a better option? The Court is, in essence, a sovereign nation. It might be easier to deal with people, such as yourselves, who have some understanding of some of the stranger elements of the current world, as opposed to trying to push this on some rigid bureaucracy. Would that be a plausible solution? If so, who would I look to for funding an Alchemist laboratory? The Harvest Trust? 
Anyhow, I figured they might be able to help Parkhurst and Walters with matters relating to the virus, the formula from Voisoine, and whatever else seems relevant. 
On a somewhat related matter (and since I seem to have appointed myself to the Seelie Court Tourist Advisory Board), I was wondering if I could bring a young lady named Ms. Cooper-Levitt with me to the Court as well. She has rather advanced tuberculosis, and I’m afraid she does not have long to live. Her family was friendly with some of the Russian nobility (she recently traveled to Russia aboard the Boyar’s ship with us), but she seems to be a nice person. I thought that if we were able to bring an Alchemist over, perhaps this Alchemist could help cure her. If nothing else, the Court has to be a more pleasant place to spend your final days than Russia! 
Anyhow, I plan to speak with the Boyar regarding fast-tracking an Alchemist (as well as discussing Ms. Cooper-Levitt’s condition), so I will hopefully have a little more information for you on these matters before I finish this letter. 
'''Listen, Dr. Rhyner, you’re the only one I can trust. I’ve heard Them plotting against me. They all go silent when I enter the room. I know They’re talking about me. Frank knows the Truth. The Monster told him. But They won’t let me speak with him. Don’t get me wrong. Frank is nuts. But he speaks the Truth. What are They afraid he’ll tell me? And the Boyar put a spell on me. He thinks I don’t know, but I do. He made Boris disappear, but He won’t get me. I was right, wasn’t I, Doctor, to try to save the girl? The Monster was hurting her. Why did They stop me? And I was only trying to rest. My head hurt. Why did Doc drug me? And They’re keeping me from Frank, because he speaks the Truth. He tried to tell me at breakfast and again at the club. I was scared of the Monster, but I tried to help her. I won’t let Him hurt you again. You’re the only one I can trust. I can’t trust Them. Frank is out of his mind. Even though he speaks the Truth, I can’t trust him. With the spell on me, I can’t even trust myself. I’m thinking clearly now, Doctor, but I might not be later. I’m going to seal this note to protect it from Myself. They don’t realize how Cunning I am. When you reply to this, try to get a hidden message to me. I’ll know to look for it.'''

The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter18

2013-11-30T18:34:41Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "Greetings, Ms. Rhyner, I'm guessing this letter will arrive too late to do any good, but I am in dire need of advice. At the moment, we are all in Russia staying at the resid..."

Greetings, Ms. Rhyner,

I'm guessing this letter will arrive too late to do any good, but I am in dire need of advice. At the moment, we are all in Russia staying at the residence of Boyar Rulianov.

I feel like I am in over my head. I am not sure about the facts, and I am not sure who I can trust. I have only limited confidence in my companions. I obviously don't trust Rulianov. I don't know enough about what is really going on to ascertain whether people are telling me the truth or not. As you know, due to Gregory Parkhurst, I have certain doubts about the Seelie as a whole. Events in KC (and even speaking with Adela, Candide, and JT recently) indicates a certain ruthlessness that makes me uncomfortable. That being said, I think I can trust you. You have always dealt with me fairly, and I do not perceive you to be a person motivated in any part by malice.

It is my understanding that Rulianov has done you a great deal of harm in the past. Does he, as JT, Candide, and Adela would say, 'deserve death'? If he does deserve death, do you think (if I were somehow able) that I should mete it out to him? Does the fact that he has subsequently been (willingly) 'possessed' and overcome by an Elder change anything?

We have recently been told of a plot against him (to deliver him as a prisoner to the Seelie Court). It should be noted that the information may be false, as it is the Tsarina Ineska who informed us of her plans to act against him. From what I know, this would almost certainly result in his death. The Seelie would call this justice. Perhaps this is so. I believe that as a matter of mercy, as his guests, and for practical reasons we should warn him of this danger. It is my belief that if we do not intervene (and the plot is real), we would be complicit in his murder.

I should note that all of those who travel with me (save Lila) think that I am a fool for wanting to warn Rulianov. I have agreed to hold off for the time being, even though I believe it to be a mistake.

Even though it is probably too late, I would greatly appreciate any advice you might be able to give me in this situation. Above all, I want to do what is right. I'm just not entirely sure what that is.

Sincerely,

Victor Grayson

The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter17

2013-11-30T18:32:29Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "Dear Heather, I will write to Medea immediately upon finishing this letter to attempt to address everyone’s concerns. She is a nice lady, and I’m certain that she will w..."

Dear Heather,

I will write to Medea immediately upon finishing this letter to attempt to address everyone’s concerns. She is a nice lady, and I’m certain that she will welcome all of you. The Seelie adhere to her wishes, even if they are not made explicit. Further, I’m sure she would not want harm to come to anyone in her demesne, so if she can foresee any issues, she will assuredly let me know.

As to Mr. Huber’s concern, I’m slightly less confident. That Medea is enamored of the Irish Rose’s very own Obediah Walters is the current talk of the Court. It is unclear, however, whether he reciprocates her affections.

It is also common knowledge that she is lonely and has not taken a Companion in a very long time. What is, perhaps, less well known, is that our beloved Gregory Parkhurst has been (of his own accord) pulling the strings, tracking down men he thinks might please Medea.

The whole situation is a little odd, and I’m afraid I've done little to assuage Mr. Huber’s fears.

That being said, if he seeks to avoid her, this is easily done, as she spends most of her time in her home, afraid of the undue influence she has on her eager subjects. If he wishes to encounter her, she is generally available and is generous with her time. I am of the opinion that she could do with more friends to occupy her time, as she often seems sad.

I will try to come to New York as soon as I can. Let me know where you would like to meet. I have been to New York City before, so I know my way around there to some degree (though I imagine you can guess the kinds of places I am most familiar with. Here’s a hint: It is not museums). If it is some other city, just let me know what is most convenient for you, and I’ll be there.

Although I will try to get away as quickly as possible, I’m not entirely sure when that will be. After convincing my companions to spend six months learning Russian and then dragging them on a lengthy journey to Moscow, they are, understandably, not eager to leave right away! I am, however, eager to see you again, and I will do my best to get them to move up their timetables. Barring that, once I feel confident that they can (safely) make their own way back, I’ll look into alternate arrangements.

I should probably inform you of a couple of things that have happened since I've been here, which might give you pause. First, I’ve been informed by my traveling companions that I am under some sort of ‘compulsion’, probably from Ruliniov. I’m not sure I fully believe it, but I, nevertheless, find this fairly disturbing, especially since it is unclear what the compulsion entails.

Second, we gazed upon some sort of horrible ‘Outside’ creature. I think it may have, to some degree, damaged my psyche. My thoughts have been a bit disorganized since this encounter, albeit not to the same extent as poor Frank Lovejoy, who is currently raving like a lunatic after having been touched by the creature. For Frank's sake (and mine) I'm hoping it is just a temporary effect.

As far as I can tell, I’m okay, but I would understand if this was something you didn't want to deal with right now.

I appreciate your thoughts on Ruliniov. I’m trying to figure out the best way to proceed there, but there are a lot of moving parts, given all that has happened, I’m trying to gather all of the facts … to avoid making a hasty mistake.

I would be happy to have you read the cards for me. I was always intrigued by it and wanted to give it a try when you were at the Rose (even though, I must confess that I thought it was just a clever trick), but, given the circumstances, I did not think it appropriate to participate.

Anyhow, when I find out when I will be able to depart, I will send a letter to let you know my plans. Give my regards to your friends, and I look forward to seeing you soon.

Love, 
Victor

The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Letter16

2013-11-30T18:31:45Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "Dear Heather, I was glad to receive your letter, though it made me feel ashamed. You ask if I was worried about not having heard from you. Sadly, I have to admit that I was..."

Dear Heather,

I was glad to receive your letter, though it made me feel ashamed. You ask if I was worried
about not having heard from you. Sadly, I have to admit that I was much more selfish and that my
feelings were hurt. Now, recalling that you have just undergone severe injuries and
distressing changes in life, I feel like a total creep. I should have been worried, and I hope
you will forgive me.

I believe my status in the Seelie Court is okay. On the plus side, people seem fairly happy with
my contributions regarding the boxing programs I have introduced, even though I've spent only
around 18 months there and around 48 months away. I have done a decent job training assistants,
and I will allow that I am somewhat proud of how things have worked out.

On the other hand, I imagine I am still known as the idiot who handed over the medical journal to
Rulianov. I have made no secret that I did this, as I figure people deserve to know.

If I properly understand the protocol, I do not have a Household in the Court, as I believe that
can only be the case if there is a Fae/Seelie involved (I'm with you on the confusion regarding
these various labels!) I think I have what is called a Permanent Residence. The main difference
being that I think I have lower status than a member of a Household, though I may also have lower
obligations.

I had assumed that the friends you were referring to were Franz Huber, Jean, and Petit Jean
(though when I made this connection, I do not recall). Now, my breadth of experience is fairly
limited (as you know from watching me deal cards and throw dice at the Rose), but from what I
understand, the Seelie Court is a place that can provide purpose.

For Mr. Huber, Medea is there all the time (and she is somewhat lonely), and there is always a
need there for someone with his skills. For Jean, well, if he wants to contribute to the defense
of New York, the Court, or the world at large, there is ample opportunity in the Court for those
who want to fight. For Petit Jean ... well, he'd probably still have to go to school, so it might
not be a big improvement from his point of view. I could teach him how to throw a punch, though,
if that might interest him!

While, I only have a Residence and not a Household, if it would ease your concerns, I would be
pleased to have you all join me there. I imagine you already know that I hold you in high esteem.
It would be my pleasure to help in any way that I can.

Although I am away at the moment (I was clearly mistaken about my inaccessibility in Europe, as
your letter finds me here in Russia), if you guys were interested in going to the Seelie Court
soon and wished to avail yourselves of my good ... er, make that mediocre ... name, you could
probably talk to Medea or a guy named Lewis and they could set you up (they should be able to
vouch for you, regarding me). Or I could leave here immediately. Whatever works best for you.

On another note, it is interesting that I should receive your letter now, as I was just about to
send you one of my own. I am staying at the home of Boyar Rulianov (another thing which may
impact my status in the Court), and I have talked to him a bit. One thing he mentioned is that
he thinks it is possible your gift may not have been irreparably damaged. You may have already
tested this (and thus find it irritating that I'm bringing it up), but if not, you may want to try
reading the cards with a short-term prediction (if that is possible).

And this just came to me, but I realize that, due to the Enclave connection, you may have known
Rulianov. If so, I'd appreciate anything you could tell me about him / advice you might have to
give me regarding him. There are some pretty serious things going on here in Russia, and I want
to make the right decisions, but my understanding of the facts and the players of the game are
limited at best.

Anyhow, I am very pleased to hear from you, though I wish things were going better for you and
your friends. I am glad that you feel you can ask for my help. Know that I will do whatever I
can for you.

Your friend,

Vic

TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal2

2013-11-30T18:26:29Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack '''Return to Redland Jack's page'''] Monday, 13 August. Stockton The crisis is over. I shall recover. The ..."

TheStarsAreRight:AlannaHousehold

2013-11-29T21:12:02Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "* Return to Redland Jack's page '''Alanna''' -- Owner '''Redland Jack''' -- Unknown '''Miss "Bity" Lawson''' -- House Manager '..."

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Return to Redland Jack's page]]

'''Alanna''' -- Owner 
'''Redland Jack''' -- Unknown 
'''Miss "Bity" Lawson''' -- House Manager 
'''Henry''' -- Gardener 
'''Magda''' -- Cook 
'''Emil''' -- Tailor 
'''Joseph''' -- Laborer 
'''Phillip''' -- Accountant 
'''Alice''' -- Maid 
'''Marie''' -- Maid

TheStarsAreRight:Tibet

2013-11-29T21:06:09Z

Redland Jack:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Return to Redland Jack's page]]

...learn that Rebecca and Henrik are going to get married. I would never have guessed... they certainly did a good job of keeping things under wraps... though, in hindsight, they had been spending a lot of time together. It strikes me as a rather hasty decision, given that they've known each other less than a month. However, I've never been "in love" so perhaps it makes perfect sense to them. I've never been shy about offering my opinion when it isn't wanted, but I fail to see how it will change anything in this instance. Besides, it's really none of my business. On top of that, I'd be quite the hypocrite if I objected to someone making a major decision after a short period of time. After all, a marriage is easily undone (is either one Catholic?), whereas giving up your eye to an alien god is really a binding commitment.

I feel I should lay out my reasoning to give myself one final chance to bow out. I mean, here it is, barely a month after learning about what is really going on in the world and here I am ready to poke out my eye and make league with "the forces of evil." What are the disadvantages to my decision?:

1) I am more likely to die than any other relevant course of action

2) The possibility of "corruption" rises from negligible to probable

3) I lose my eye with 100% certainty

4) I will become a source of suspicion to my current associates

5) I will likely lose access to fascinating sources of knowledge

What are the advantages to my decision?:

1) I may learn valuable information that will assist my current associates

2) With small probability, I may obtain a valuable contact that can help salvage the world if all other efforts fail

Looking over this list, the project certainly seems to fail a cost/benefit analysis. So why am I still planning to go forward? The answer to this is probably related to the reason I am not choosing the "return to a normal life" option for a sacrifice. At some point, it's hard to say when, I became committed to pursuing this deal with the Dark Pharaoh. As such, the "normal life" option no longer held value.

It is more difficult to ascertain why I became committed. Clearly, a low sense of self-worth is a contributing factor, and indeed, this was certainly compounded by my dismissal from my job, to which I had dedicated my whole life. Do I see "saving the world" as a means to gain self-worth? Even though I always place the phrase in quotation marks? Perhaps the goal is irrelevant and it is solely the act of pursuing it.

Maybe I'm just curious... though poking one's eye out of...

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack

2013-11-29T21:04:47Z

Redland Jack:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page|'''Return to Main Page''']]
 

Name: Redland Jack (Jack Redmond) Str: 6
Occupation: None (formerly an Economics Professor) Con: 6
Nationality: British (English) Siz: 11
Gender: Male App: 9
Age: 33 (April 30, 1899) Dex: 12
Height: 6'1" Pow: 11
Weight: Current (143 lbs) -- Normal (143 lbs) Int: 18
Hair Color: Brownish (short) Edu: 21

Representative Statements:
"Is it dangerous?"--"Maybe we can talk to them?"--"It's always good to know more."--"I'm just a lackey."
 

[[File:RedlandJack.jpg|upleft=1.25|c|Redland Jack]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|'''Sanity Tracker (updated August 6, 2013)''']] (current sanity = 15.5) 

'''Associations''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:AlannaHousehold|Alanna's Household]]

'''Carl Ellis Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1|Carl's Journal Entries, part 1]]

'''Letters''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter1|Letter to Laura (6th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter2|Letter to Grimaldi (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter3|Letter to Maxine (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter4|Letter from Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter5|Letter to Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter6|Letter to Laura (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter7|Letter to Laura (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter8|Letter to Meridon (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter9|Letter to Milo (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter10|Letter to Laura (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter11|Letter to Henrik (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter12|Letter to Laura (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter13|Letter to Laura (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter14|Letter to Carl (Xth) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter15|Letter from Li Mai (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter16|Letter from Maxine (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter17|Letter to Pentheus (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter18|Letter to Henrik (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter19|Note to Alanna (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter20|Note to Meridon (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter21|Note from Meridon (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter22|Letter from Laura (1st) (updated September 19, 2013)]]

'''Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal1|Early Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:WereWeInDanger|Were we ever in Danger?]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Grifters|Grifters]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Companions1|Companions1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal2|Rambling Journal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Pharaoh|Pharaoh Deal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Walpurgis|Cornwall Concerns]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sacrifices|Sacrifices]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tibet|Tibet Journal Scrap]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Hexagon|Hexagon of Principles]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Outsiders|Research on Outsiders]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MoreTibet|Tibet Questions]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DryNotes|Dry Notes]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OfEvil|Of Evil]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Ruminations|Ruminations]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Items|Noteworthy Items]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts1|Ongoing Thoughts 1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities|Abandoned/Completed Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities2|Low/Long Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:NewYork|NYC]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Consequentialism1|Ends and Means]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Women|Women]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DamagedJournal|Damaged Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Priorities3|High/Short Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tricks|Tricks of the Trade]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal3|Unskilled Journal Entry (updated March 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts|Ongoing Thoughts 2 (updated June 16, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:LetterE1|Letter (Extract) (updated July 19, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Plan (updated May 31, 2011))]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandStats|Character Sheet (updated August 6, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJournal4|A Desolation Note (updated November 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry (updated June 13, 2013)]]

'''Conversations'''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote2|New York Chat 2 (updated November 11, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote1|New York Chat 1 (updated June 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:JakeNote1|Idle Conversation? (updated May 20, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12a|Summoning Extract (updated November 10, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12|A Voice from the Present (updated December 21, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote11|A Voice from the Ages (updated October 30, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DaleNote1|Nothing Left to Lose (updated November 13, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote9|Moving Crosscurrent of Time (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HerlNote1|Insomnia (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote10|Carl and Jack in Russia (updated August 16, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote2|Meridon Caine Stuff (updated August 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote8|Evening Chat in Chalon (updated April 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenRebNote1|Wisphers Chat (updated March 28, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote1|A Phone Call (updated March 23, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7a|After the Meeting 2nd half (updated March 4, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7|After the Meeting 1st half (updated February 2, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote3|Cabin Fever (updated Dec. 13, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:PentheusConversation|Pentheus Conversation (updated September 18, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TrainConversation|Train Conversation (updated October 8, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote1|Quick Note to Carl (updated July 17, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote2|4/8 Morning (updated July 30, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenrikNote1|Philosophy with Henrik (updated November 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote4|Usher Deal (April 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNotes|Balances (updated April 6, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote1|Magic Chat with Rebecca (updated October 21, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote5|An Unexpected Offer (updated April 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote2|Bond Chat (updated February 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote6|Early Carl Chat (updated August 27, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote|First Chat? (updated March 30, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote2|Early Chat (updated May 11, 2007)]]

TheStarsAreRight:Updates

2013-11-26T06:55:11Z

Redland Jack:

[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page '''Return to Main Page''']

11/25/2013 - Added journal entries up through August 12, 1928 for Carl.

09/22/2013 - Added photos to [[CARL_ELLIS_BIOGRAPHY|Carl Ellis]], [[Jason_Coleman|Jason Coleman]]. Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Thompson.2C_Maggie|Maggie Thompson]]. Began work on the background of [[The_Penthus_Corporation|The Penthus Corporation]]

09/19/2013 - Briefly sketched out the timeline from Aug. 28 - Sep. 06, covering the last three or four sessions.

09/18/2013 - Added most of the letters sent and received by Redland Jack and Victor Grayson to their respective pages.

09/14/2013 - Separated Faction and NPC information for The Irish Rose Matter. Added portraits, where it seemed appropriate. Also bios, etc; should allow for more useful cross-referencing.

09/03/2013 - Finished up the July entries for Carl's journal. Of course, I started on July 25, so that's not overly impressive...

08/31/2013 - Started transcribing Carl's journal [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|(here)]] from the back half of 1928. Currently looks to be about Madisonville and the fallout from that.

07/07/2013 - Andrew added character pages for Candide and Michael McMann, and updated other pages accordingly. Also generated category pages for various factions affiliated with player characters within Detroit.

06/24/2013 - Added a brief (biased) summary of the last Redland Jack group (China edition) session. [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileySessionJune2013|June 2013 Session]]

06/24/2013 - Andrew made (more!) substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/13/2013 - Updated Jack's [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|Sanity Tracker]] and added [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce updated the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce created the [[Maturine_DeBonnevault|Maturine De Bonnevault Character Page]] including biography and personal letters (and managed to misspell his first name in every instance)

06/11/2013 - Added Sophia's timeline for the Junior J-Men (and women) to the front page to make it easier to find.

06/11/2013 - Merged the Timeline and Narrative Timeline for the Irish Rose and then eliminated the Narrative Timeline.

06/11/2013 - Added Gunner "Stabby" Waa and Montgomery Scott to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]].

06/03/2013 - Added some [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGraysonRuminations|Ruminations]] from Victor Grayson.

06/03/2013 - Andrew made substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/01/2013 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline |Irish Rose Timeline]] and made some moves on the active/inactive members for the Rose.

04/26/2013 - Janyce created the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]], added new information about [[Steele|Steele]], added information to [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]] for 1900 and 1932

04/25/2013 - Janyce added a photo of [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - Janyce updated and extended information about [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - John updated the Irish Rose timeline with lots of info.

11/26/2012 - Added to the Irish Rose timeline. As always, I have the best grip on what happened to my character, so if I'm missing anything, feel free to add and/or amend!

11/24/2012 - Andrew added a large stack of information to the Irish Rose page

11/14/2012 - Janyce added information to Samuel, Esther, Ruth and Adam Hopkins at [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Characters]]

06/10/2012 - Andrew spiffed up the [[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|Irish Rose]] info, added a bunch of stuff, and posted the newspaper articles from Lovejoy.

06/10/2012 - John added a group-specific introduction and timeline to the main page for the Irish Rose game.

11/20/2011 - Created a [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGrayson|Victor Grayson]] page.

11/20/2011 - Added characters to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]. Moved characters from Active to [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]].

11/20/2011 - Added the Irish Rose groups first exploits to the [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]].

11/16/2011 - Added a short November session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/13/2011 - Added a journal entry and a conversation with Maxine Scott at the usual spot: [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

11/13/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think I actually have the dates correct this time!

11/10/2011 - John added a June session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/09/2011 - Added excerpts from 1929 Carl Ellis [[CARL_ELLIS_1929_DOCUMENTS|Journals]]

10/26/2011 - Added information to [[The_Island_Family#References|The Island Families]]

10/26/201l - Added text of [[March_15,_1929_-_Letter_To_Carl_Ellis|letter]] from Jon Riswold to Carl Ellis - March 1929

10/26/2011 - Added the first of the [[TheStarsAreRight:Andrew_Scott|Andrew Scott]] archives, added [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Rasmul.2C_Katyana_aka_Albina_Mercade|Katyana Rasmul]] to important NPCs. Added [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#JUNE_1928|June 1928]] to the history time-line.

06/19/2011 - [[DIRK_MICHAELS_BIOGRAPHY|Dirk Michaels Biography]] added by Sophianna Ardinger

06/17/2011 - Added character sheet; updated 'ongoing thoughts 2' and 'sanity tracker' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page. Readded link to Henrik's character sheet [[Henrik Mueller|here]].

06/15/2011 - Added substantially to the [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign|Glossary]]

06/14/2011 - Added the first of articles to [[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]], and some small additions to the 1929 time line.

06/13/2011 - Added [[July_20,_1930_--_Letter_To_Alexi_Vishnevesky]] to the [[Lamont_Coleman|Lamont Coleman Archives]]

06/13/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Kruglinsky.2C_Kyle|Kyle Kruginsky]], [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Vishnevesky.2C_Alexi|Alexi Vishnevesky]] and [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Armstrong.2C_Jack|Jack Armstrong]] to the Inactive Players page.

06/13/2011 - Added a conversation with Maxine to the [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page.

06/12/2011 - Added Van der Decken and Reynard to 'Important NPCs'. My descriptions are brief and I may have misspelled their names... so, job well done... (Van der Decken -- corrected to Van Der Vecken)

06/12/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think we've agreed that it is August 5, so I've mildly amended a couple of dates to be consistent with this.

06/12/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Waters.2C_James|James Waters]] to Active Player Characters.

06/12/2011 - Added to 1928 letters section of the Carl Ellis Archives [[November_21,_1928_--_Letter_To_Hannalore_Rhyner]]

06/12/2011 - Added first of the glossary words to [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign]]

06/12/2011 - Added to the letters section of the Carl Emerson Archives. [[Carl_Emerson_January_1927_-_Personal_Letters|January 1927]] and [[Carl_Emerson_May_1927_-_Personal_Letters|May 1927]]

06/01/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Kingston.2C_Jacob_.22Deuce.22|Jacob "Deuce" Kingston]] to Active Player Characters.

05/31/2011 - Small update to notes for Redland, including [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Redland Jack Plan]]

05/23/2011 - Added some notes from [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]].

05/20/2011 - Added a conversation, updated Sanity Tracker, and updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

05/18/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Lawrence Eveling (though my description is pretty crummy).

05/18/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. As always, the dates may be off by a little bit.

05/18/2011 - Added Gezak and Jake to Active Player Characters. Moved Dale Parsons and Frank Pallucelli to Inactive Player Characters.

05/18/2011 - Updated - Inactive Player Characters [[Steele]], [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1928|Entire Game History - 1928]]

05/14/2011 - Updated - [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1929|Entire Game History]] - dates 1894, 1919. 1929

05/14/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Dacia Coleman (nee Neville)

05/13/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Peter Fagin

05/13/2011 - Updated Hannelore Rhyner 1929 Documents [[Hannelore_Rhyner_April_1929]]

01/21/2011 - Updated entry for Baron Hauptmann on 'Important NPCs'

01/11/2011 - Added Session Recap to Other Bailey Info, updated 'Bailey Timeline', updated 'Sanity Tracker'.

12/23/2010 - Added 'Sanity Tracker' to Redland Jack's page.

12/21/2010 - Added Session Recap and Summoning Extract to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

12/21/2010 - Updated/Added some 'Important NPCs': Roger LaForge, Prometheus, Diana Stevenson, Petter Varr

12/21/2010 - Updated 1 'conversation' on Redland Jack's page (in bold).

12/21/2010 - Updated 'Bailey Timeline'

11/13/2010 - Added/updated 3 'conversations' on Redland's page.

10/30/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'

10/30/2010 - Added 2 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

10/26/2010 - Added 5 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

09/29/2010 - Added Tsarina Ineska to 'Important NPCs', Dale Parsons to 'Active Players', and updated the 'Bailey' Timeline.

07/19/2010 - Added an extract of a letter to Redland's page. Updated Redland's stats.

07/08/2010 - Added Idrinya to 'Important NPCs'

07/01/2010 - Added Yuri to 'Important NPCs' (whether he is or not...) 

07/01/2010 - Updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on the Redland Jack page (to include some new information on Donal).

06/28/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'.

04/12/2010 - Added Father Patrick(sp) to the 'Active Players' list.

04/12/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'. The dates there are getting really sketchy, so if I remember, I'll try to shore them up next time we meet.

03/12/2010 - Added a weak journal entry and the first part of a conversation between Carl and Redland. The usual spot, [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|here.]]

03/08/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline' [http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline '''here'''].
As usual, it's not a world-beater of an update, so feel free to fill it out with more details if you like.

03/06/2010 - Carl/Jack conversation finished. As usual, Carl has a lot of interesting things to say ... Redland also participates. It's pretty long, so I broke it into two pieces:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

After the Meeting (1st and 2nd half)

02/16/2010 - information added to the following pages:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
::Pierre Farquelle

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]
::Jon Riswold

:[[GAME TIME LINE 1903]]
::Added information to September
::Added information to October

:[[Jonathan Riswold October 1903]] Letter From Pierre Farquell

:[[Hannelore Rhyner January 1929 - Personal Letters]]

:[[DETAILED TIME LINE JANUARY 1929]]

[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page '''Return to Main Page''']

TheStarsAreRight:Main Page

2013-11-26T06:53:44Z

Redland Jack:

This Wiki details the history of a Call of Cthulhu campaign begun in 1983. The campaign has been running uninterrupted since that inception date.
Game play began in January of 1920, and has since moved into the early thirties.
 
* [[TheStarsAreRight:Updates|'''''WIKI UPDATES (updated November 25, 2013)''''']] 
* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|'''''Quick Link to Redland Jack's page''''']]
 
''NOTE - BLUE TEXT INDICATES ACTIVE LINKS''

=='''Entire Game History Time Line'''==

[[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]]

This scary, huge time line tracks the movements of all of the characters and events that have happened in the game, as gleaned from the source materials.

=='''Cross References'''==

[[Cross Reference Index|Cross Reference Page]]

An attempt to cross reference and index the information about the campaign

=='''Cast Of Characters'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]

=='''Campaign Summaries'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Introduction|General Introduction to the Campaigns]]

There are three groups currently: The Elders, Bailey and the Sea (aka The Redland Jack group), The Irish Rose (...).

===Bailey And The Sea===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Timeline]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

===[[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|The Irish Rose]]===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline | Timeline]]

''In Detroit in 1932, an oddly matched group of characters balances gangsters, a mysterious medical condition, an odd preacher and his sister and a state hospital scandal in an effort to figure out the complicated workings of the under classes.''

===Junior J-Men (and women)===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:GovAgents|Timeline]]

===[[The Stars Are Right: China - Gods and Monsters|China - Gods and Monsters]]===

''At the start of October 1932, an expedition is sent to China to make a deal with Li Mai regarding a stronghold in China and the status of Auda.''

=='''Diaries - A Collection Of Character Writings'''==

[[Steele_Poem|Steele - Undated Poem.]]
::*Thought to have been composed during or just after Hannelore Rhyner's transformation into Medea on October 19, 1929

=='''Game History And Plot Summaries'''==

[[The Dark Queen|The Dark Queen]]

=='''Game Mechanics'''==

To be added soon.

== '''Glossary'''==

[[Terms Used Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Groups'''==

[[Important Groups Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Locations'''==

[[Trujillo, Spain]]

=='''The Library - A Collection of Writings'''==

[[TheStarsAreRight:The Tablets Of Aelda|The Tablets Of Aelda]]

[[TheStarsAreRight:Misc_Letters|Misc. Letters]]

[[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]]

=='''External Links'''==

* [http://cthulhu.meetup.com/53/ Meetup.com: The Stars Are Right]
:This includes scheduling information and some useful files (the introductory file and blank character bio file)

* [http://jhkimrpg.livejournal.com/52332.html LJ Post: "Cthulhu Meetup"] (Feb 21, 2007)
:A personal report on joining one of the campaigns.

* [http://collection.hht.net.au/firsthhtpictures/quickSearch.jsp Historic Houses Trust]
:A phenomenal collection of vintage Australian photos, including the Police and Justice File.

* [http://www.nlm.nih.gov/hmd/ihm/ Images from the History of Medicine]
:Need an illustration from a sixteenth century medical text for... oh, reasons? IHM has you covered and then some. Also includes propaganda, public service posters, tools and impedimenta, and lots and lots of Victorian anatomy illustrations.

* [http://nycma.lunaimaging.com/luna/servlet NYC Municipal Archives]
:Over three quarters of a million photographs from the late 1800s on. Another great resource for period images of crime scenes, night shots, etc. Look for the body stuffed in an oil can!

* [http://historicdetroit.org/ Historic Detroit]
:Lots of essays and photographs of, well, historic Detroit! Especially useful for the Irish Rosers.

* [http://www.mythicdetroit.org/ Mythic Detroit]
: On the other end of the scale, a wiki devoted entirely to the weird and unsettling aspects of Detroit then and now. Check out the [//www.mythicdetroit.org/index.php?n=Main.VoodooMurders Voodoo Murders]!

[[Category:Call of Cthulhu]]
[[Category:Campaign Setup]]

TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1

2013-11-26T06:52:43Z

Redland Jack:

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25 July 1928 – Oakland, CA 
So it seems I was right all along. There were more of the Children, and now they have been found. 
I cannot say I am entirely pleased! 
Consider: Eveling has a decades long organization dedicated to research and ponic development, of which these Children are a part. Decades! Working from the times which they gave me in their interview, I have to conclude that Rebecca is at least forty years old; and that this station in the Kentucky woods has been planning and researching since the 1880s. 
What was it like, then? How did it all start, with the present Eveling Patriarch a callow young man? Why did it start? The clues are beginning to appear; and I am feeling very small. 
Then, too, thanks to Franklin and company, the Eveling are undoubtedly in a turmoil now. They know what has happened, and doubtless who did it as well. The war may have just entered an open phase, and we are unprepared to care for these kids! My only hope comes from the knowledge that Eveling now has no “safeties,” no slave-Trained to fight their battles. I hope this means they will slow down and stop research for a time. I cannot guarantee it. 
Consider: These six are the Children that we know about; but they are the tip of the iceberg. The first three Children were raised by Eveling then Trained, but Ester was raised by an elderly farm couple somewhere, then brought to Madisonville later. Adam was recruited from the migrant labor force. And no one knows about Rachel, so; the abduction may have slowed Eveling, but it is merely a delay. In another year they could have the beginnings of a new group in training. 
Consider: The valley around Madisonville has become a hotbed of activity. Eveling is there, and the Children; Gravemaster is there; Dargan is there, with whoever and whatever he works with. Why have they all collected in this spot? Interest in one another, perhaps; but where did it start? I think SG was first, but by how much? Could this valley be connected with the Place of Birth? Watch it – o, watch it! 
Consider: The greatest enigma of all, the Man in Black. Eveling did not Train the Children, did not teach them their Vows. That was the province of the Black Man, an outside expert. He oversaw their occult training; he witnessed the Vow. He took young Marth to West Virginia (another project entirely, it now seems; though connected, obviously, by interests and personnel). A tall, slim man, black haired, solid of body. Gray blue(?) eyes, angular bony face. Left-handed? Serious and cold. Long fingers, soft hands. 
And he touched them; looked into their eyes; and knew hidden things about them. 
Just like Farquell. 
And all of the have wounds in their memories! None, except perhaps Rachel, as extensive as Julian’s; but none can remember precisely what He said at any point; or what his voice sounds like; or even his exact bearing or facial expressions or gestures, as Julian can. 
Though they remember their childhoods; as Julian cannot. It was a shock for me to realize that. What makes her different? I begin to think that Julian’s amnesia was her own doing, and not exclusively His. 
They say Julian used to sing. 
Another name, somehow familiar: Senator Paul Kinnerly, and the Common Man Reform Association. Kinnerly was replaced by some sort of monster; the thing wore a symbol like the Black Man’s. 
Do not ask questions. Do not lie. Do not make noise. Do not refuse. Obey. Obey. Obey. 
And always the threat. If you behave the men will not come to take you away. 
What a nightmare! These people have perverted the Vow in the only way possible: they have taken innocents and controlled every aspect of their lives in total domination; then fed them the Vow as tools to be used and thrown away. They are soldiers in the basest “neo-Farquellian” sense; they know only the Fight and self-denial. They have little concept of joy, or wonder, or any of the things they serve. Poor innocents; they embody the purest form on innocence, yet know so little of it themselves… 
Avila had a ‘safe house’ at Eveling. Was he, too, involved with the Children? He must have known something of them, through Marklin, if not otherwise. Marklin knew where Julian had been put. 
Avila, Stone, Eveling, Marklin, Black Man, Dargan; where does it end? What is the hierarchy – where are the connections? We know so little! And every time I look at the picture, it seems grimmer and grimmer. 
Who is ‘above’ whom? At any rate, it seems clear that Eveling is at or near the bottom of the lader. Was the WVa operation an Avila ‘pet’ that drew on Eveling resources? I suspect there are many levels that remain as yet unseen. 
Tony will bring the Children to our house on Saturday. What will they say when they once again meet their lost Martha? What will she say? I must prepare her; it will be difficult, I am sure, to meet these strangers who claim they know you. Will it help her? Will it jog her memory? I hope so, but I cannot predict. Whatver she shut away so long ago cannot have been small or trivial. 
Good luck, my very dear. God keep you close. 
Thursday, 26 July 1928 – At home – 
They are due to arrive in an hour or so; I thought I would jot down these words before they come. There will likely be more later. 
Julian is interested in meeting these newcomers; and a bit worried too; but I think I am more fretful than she! It is tough to explain why it was so difficult to tell her who they were. I fear that, in part, it was simply that our time here has been special; that I think of myself as the only one who truly knows her; and that I expect things to change at the meeting. Ah, well. Greed is in every man. 
This is going to be fascinating! 
Friday, 27 July 1928; Sometime before dinner. 
The worst is over; and thing will settle down now, I hope! But it has been pretty hectic here. 
The arrival of the Children did NOT produce the results I expected! No, indeed!! They came; we let them in, Julian took one look at Samuel and Rebecca; and the screaming began; and she fainted dead away. 
But before she fell – my God! The pain! It filled her; it filled me; a burning white knife deep down inside… 
She is alright. Or, she will be. All is quiet now,the house settled, the shouting over. But I cannot forget the silent screams. They went on and on… 
She is whole again. She remembers. Everything; from the first days of her arrival, oh, so young, to the lessons, to the Promise, to the kidnap and all the rest. It is all stirred up in her now like mud from the bottom of a roiled pond brought to the surface; clear and immediate, as if new; but before and behind all of it is the memory of the Lessons; the terror; the pain. 
The pain which she tried so hard to lock away. 
So much terror, so much loss; and the battle of two selves, two entirely different personalities and pasts locked together into one person, and we unable to turn away or close it out. It was truly mind – and heart – breaking. 
I think that, had I not been here, with her, within her to support her and me, she would not have remained sane. As it was, it was a near thing for both us, I think. 
Even now, the accommodation is flimsy, though it will strengthen with time. Julian is dominant, and I am very thankful; but from time to time flashes of pure Martha will surface. She is simple, fanatic, direct; and, when she needs to be, remorseless. And she and Rebecca do not seem to like one another. Conflict of leadership, I expect. 
I watched over Julian in her rooms for the remainder of the day. It was not until this omrning that she came down and actually met the others! What a strange meeting! The Children are constrained by their laws from asking any questions, though I know they must be curious. 
Tony was shocked to see the Martha-traits in Julian. Alas, I fear he distrusts her now more than he ever did. We two had a discussion, which evolved into a fight – I am uncertain now what we fought about! – which ended with Tony, in good Tony fashion, grabbing his bags and leaving in a rage, exclaiming that he would never return! He took Rebecca with him. I am even now uncertain if that was a good choice, or if Tony should have taken responsibility for any of them; but it seemed a right idea at the time, an I suppose we are stuck with it now. Samuel and Ester will go with Emerson to ‘see the world’ when he goes; and the two youngest will stay here, in the quiet and the sun. 
Tony called later, from town, to apologize, and J and I joined those two for dinner at the hotel. I am worried about Tony. He is so full of anger and hurt! I fear we are losing him; and I worry about what he might become. 
Things were quiet for a while here; Emerson and I launched into another philosophical debate; Ester upstairs in the bath; Franklin entertaining the others in one corner of the living room. 
Then Franklin decided to show them a “keen trick.” He pulled out his handcuffs and made as if to put them onto Rachel. Well! She shrieked as if her worst nightmares were after her (which they may have been!) and curled up. Adam, poor fellow, leaped up and attacked Franklin in defense of his girl. They were rolling around on the rug when I stopped them. Took the cuffs away, sent F to his room. Absurdly parental – yes – but very serious at the time! 
Franklin is in his room, sulking. (I hope he feels stupid!) Samuel feels like a traitor for telling me what happened; Adam is in his room, curled up in shock for breaking his Laws; Rachel is with Julian, in a pretty bad way; and dear Ester missed it all. 
I am tired. So much, all at once; and it is only beginning. Still, I think it will begin to underline the fact that the White Men will not come and take them away! Thank heavens for Emerson – he is running the household while I flounder. 
Up again; I shall do a few more chores then take a rest; then spend some time with Adam. Poor lad. 
Saturday, 28 July 1928; 4 PM or so 
Tony is gone, Rebecca’s gone too; and already the world is beginning to change shape. 
Julian does remember. Remembers everything; and with a depth and clarity that is astonishing. Unbelievable, actually; I must conclude that she has some kind of Talent or Skill that allows her such vivid recall. 
An interesting note: not aonly does she remember even the things the before were blocked, the details of some of the events she recalled previously are noticeably different now! More than just blockage, then! 
And again the Dark Man is center of my speculations. He and his organization. A thing of very long standing, it seems. A large faceless staff who obviously know quite a bit about what is going on; yet who have never risen to the surface either of the public’s eye or the view of the Trained. I cannot help but think that the relationship between Avila/Eveling/WVa is much more long-standing and intimate than had been supposed. 
Why has it not been supposed? We have been misled: deliberately distracted from the truth by a master chess player. And the misty windown of time obscures so many things that unless we begin to dig – dig seriously and deeply – we shall be overwhelmed by ignorance! 
The Man himself – the black Prince, the Evil Twin of fairy tales. Tall, slender, thinnish features but a sturdy athletic frame, black hair, pale skin. Long hands, slender features. Dresses in black and white, with a fancy watch and that Symbol on the fob. His hands are well cared for, but heavily scarred just the same. Long jagged scars like claw marks run up the backs and into the sleeves; and more fine hair thin lines that run across the knuckles and joints of the fingers – as if they had been sectioned and replaced in some distant past. His voice is deep and strong, resonant with power and compassion totally out of keeping with his otherwise stiff, cold demeanor. When he is alone with her, or not closely observed, he is gentle, tender, his actions and stance suggesting great compassion. It is difficult to tell how much he is being false or patronizing – for he is so masterful that his every word is intrinsically believed. Such power! Such charisma! In so many ways, I believe in this man. It is as if he contained wihin him the essence and understanding of the Path; and still chose the dark road! But why? I would love to believe that he was somehow at war with himself, that the difference between his stance and overt activity and the apparent compassion in his eyes and voice represents an internal conflict; but the man has been busy for an awfully long time. It cannot be more than wishful thinking on my part. 
He frightens her, deeply and viscerally; yet his demeanor towards her is gentle, vaguely loving as if to a favored pet or small child. 
An odd accent – like Spanish but with odd lilts and emphasis; as if an archaic tongue learned native when young and never wholly shaken. I am reminded of an ancient monastery in the mountains of Spain, and a man who fell into the darkness long before his time … 
He did consider her valuable. To himself, and to others. A Butterfly, he called her. Why a butterfly? Knew all about her, they did! All the future as well … And THEY GAVE HER AWAY! Julian was thrown into the hands of the “peasantry” DELIBERATELY! Why? To save trouble? Or to hid something more valuable? The other Children, perhaps? Or the Eveling connection? Or the Avila connection? (Must remember to look deeply into the WVa site for history. Paper chases have helped before! The site most likely has a shorter and more visible trail than Madisonville’s.) 
Point and point and point and point and point … A sudden vision comes to me, strange and evanescent like a dream. Twisted, strange … butterflies and peasants … a peculiar twinned dance through centuries. 
I wonder what it means? Almost; I dare not speculate. 
And he is so strong! 
Marklin is another case. Poor soul, twisted and full of anger and hatred … why? What has turned him so against his own faith and family? 
Who were his parent, anyway? 
We have a couple of leads now … Marklin himself, of course; and possibly this Doctor Kent, if we can find him; and now, thanks to Emerson’s teachings, we can possibly touch upon two of the WVa project staff who worked with Julian. 
I have learned many things these past few months. One of them is this: that the Vow is not a thing of the Fight. It is not a “chosen tool”; it is a way of life, a state of being. The Light exists, but within, not without; and it is a state of grace of illumination, that must grow within each of us if it is to be. 
This means several things. 
It means that the ‘restrictions’ and ‘punishments’ meted out to those who have spoken the Promise but not lived by it are not truly that at all, but merely expressions of the pain and stresses felt by an organism forced to strive against itself. 
It means this, and more: It means that we are alone. 
The Light is a state of grace and understanding, but it is not a deity. It exists within us, as it does within all living things. It guides us to peace and love and harmony … but it cannot know what we do not, for it is not a mind. 
We are the intellect of the Light. The Light does not fight, we do. It is a Purpose but not a Power. Oh, it has power, but it is not itself a Power. You see. 
If there are plans to be made, we must make them. If tools are to be devised and used, we muse devise and use them. We are the ones who fight the Fight, we and the Dark. The Light is our goal and our greatest bastion; but it represents a means and an end, not a strategy for victory. 
The Unity partakes naturally of the Light, true; but it is diffuse and undirected. All that we do, we must be responsible for; and we can expect no help from God. 
Forgive me if I ramble; but I am in a rambling mood. 
It is strange having the Children here. They are quiet, yes, and unobtrusive in the extreme; but the house feels different with them in it. It is as if they fill it more, and leave echoes when they pass. A whisper of sound, a discarded item, a flash of movement on a far-off laugh. The Children rarely laugh. 
We make our own ghosts, I think. Everything touches, and is touched … and the traces remain. 
Even at night I can feel them, or so it seems; in the creak of timbers, the sigh of the wind outside, the tiny motions of the air in a sleeping house. We are four, now, not two, it says. It changes things. 
What do they think of us, I wonder? Adam, so silent and moody most of the time, who walks and walks outside and scarcely says hello? In his heart of hearts, does he like us? Despise us for being what we are? Or are we merely a new set of owners, jailers without keys to be obeyed without thought or feeling? And Rachel: poor dear, scared of the birds and of the open sky. Are we so terrible that there is no way to reach her? Quietly, quietly … 
We must not distance ourselves from these Children. We must find a way to touch both of them – to extend a hand, as it were, and pull them out of their private Hells. 
So much to do, and we only two. Have we TIME? 
I wish that there were more laughter. 
Monday, 30 July 1928; 11:30 AM 
The morning chores are done and it is time for a little quiet thought. We still have no real idea of the pattern our lives will fall into in the next week or two… 
Julian is with Rachel again. Adam is moping in the orchard. I went out to speak to him a little while ago, but he was resentfully withdrawn; and I could think of nothing to say that would reach him. How familiar he seems … and how far away! 
New letter from Miriam in the morning mail … at last. I still am uncertain just why, but I cannot help but be impressed by the depth of my own admiration for her. We hold far too many secrets between us yet; yet even so, in every word I find peace and personal solace. It is her serenity perhaps that does it; even in her letters the feeling shines through; I see in memory the calm, vaguely sad acceptance of her smile, and I relax. 
She sends me news, good and bad. The November babe will be a boy, and thus even more unsuited to the Lady. Miriam says the foundry is furious, railing against the father and the fates in megalomaniacal splendor – but that she may yet be appeased, convinced to wait rather than try investiture. 
Hope so, for the baby’s sake. 
Wonder who the father is? Avriam? Marklin? As always her latest letter fills me with more questions than I could ever ask her. Most are forbidden by the rules of the game we play. What do they know Marklin? Gravemaster? How old must the Godchild be before she may be Invested? 
This last may prove significant: Miriam believes she may herself again be with child. If so, the looks right – the child will be due in early April. 
Does this mean we have to worry? What happens if the Lady is freed? Can she be freed into a babe? And does the One’s mind and memory make a difference? 
Even though I remain convinced that the Lady is not a Darkling creature, I am still very wary of her; I can have no idea of Her goals and motives save that they are wild, childishly selfish, with no knowledge of restraint. Her power is so great that I could not hope to oppose Her, were She freed; and so I wonder about the April babe. Might we need to expect the Lady come May? Do we rather get a few years of growing, during which She could not come even if we needed Her? What? 
It is to my continuing sorrow that, although I wish I could offer alliance to these beleaguered people in good faith, my only valuable offering might have to be Julian. Then, too, the Foundry’s attitudes on the superiority of the Chosen over the rest of humanity do not give me much hope for any negotiations anyway. 
Besides: My lady is NOT for sale!!!! 
I wonder … is Gravemaster right, about the Lady and the First Fathers? Is there a way to release her from her island without the sacrifice of a Chalice to be filled by Her? 
If so, and we could learn the method – THEN I would have something truly of value to offer the Families in an alliance! 
Should one be needed. Of course. 
If it were possible to know … I believe I may have found a way to discover the answer – but, as all such things must be, it is fraught with peril. 
To return, through life and life and life, to the time of the First Fathers, to watch and learn as the Gift and the method was given – is it possible? Could the Observer learn, as the Observed did? 
A long path and difficult, even for Julian; even if the lives do follow the taint; even if she can see into a man in that way. Six lives? Seven? Ten? Three hundred years is a long time. 
And at the end of the Road is the Lady Herself in all her strength. Could Julian look upon Her, and remain sane? 
Another possibility – shorter but more perilous – Gravemaster: First Father Gannsley. 
If we can perfect Julian’s memory-recall, 
If we can learn to use it on others, 
If we can persuade G to explore with us, 
If we can survive G’s Pact with Something, 
If we can reach the memories that preced it, 
If we can stay sane through G’s madness, 
Then we again face the Lady firsthand. And this time through one who has had direct contact with Her on the Island 
I cannot know. It is worthwhile speculating; but the road is long even before we may begin; and Julian has more say in this than I. 
In the meantime there are many other memories which we can explore safely, both mine and hers. Her earliest childhood. My vision at the Roth’s, and both meetings there. Both sides of the Lady’s attack in London. Julian at work as a general. And others. 
Perhaps we shall start today. 
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Wednesday, 1 August; 11:00 AM 
I sealed Miss Crawford’s letter this morning. It is sitting down there now, ready to post. I have a bad feeling about the whole thing. Her letter has disturbed me, as such things often do; but not this time, because she has raised questions which I am unable to answer. No, this time the source of my unease is within myself. Something in her pleas and arguments has reached inside of me; twisted a valve and let out a storm of rancorous emotion and outright anger at her; and for no better reason that that she has not the beliefs I do. I do not like this! I do not enjoy becoming irritated at such petty issues; it bothers me to experience pleasure in my own snappish <unknown>; and most of all I am chastened to realize that I myself so easily succumb to such selfish immaturity. It worries me. 
Meagan has always done this to me, particularly in letters. There is simply something between us that makes us mutually incomprehensible on some quiet inner level. 
So, I shall send the letter, despite everything. I fear it will forever drive a gulf between us, though I hope that does not happen. I pray that she will find wisdom inside at least some of my thoughts, and that we shall proceed passed the pettiness into a truer understanding. Certainly I shall owe her an apology, which I shall tender when she replies! 
But none of this post-hoc thought changes the fact that I was angered and let it out. Now I am pensive, as I wonder what she will read into my words. Her world and mine are immensely different; this has been shown before. What strange ideas will be born of my ungraceful cries? 
I will send it anyway. There is too much truth in it to hold me back. 
Last night I had a dream. It began pleasantly, as such things often do; but changed gradually into a convoluted thing of dark majesty and intricate symbols. What strange things was my unconscious trying to say? Peasants and lords; and butterflies delicate in the sun! and the deadly spiral battle through time. Dark and light, father and son, and myself heart-stopped between. Why? It changes things – but how much of it is Truth? 
And why do both of the Kings wear my face? 
We shall continue our dreaming later today. Perhaps, this time, we shall discover something. 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
I have a vague sense of unrest within me nowadays. I am not at peace. Yet it is not painful or distressing, merely restless … like an alarm clock waiting to ring. It is time to act, to do something … but what? I find myself snappish and short – surely something is about to pop. As yet, I can imagine no outlet for this thing, but it cannot keep increasing without limit! The only times I do not feel it are during the stillness of my exercises and for a short time thereafter. And even those period of peace are growing briefer, I think. 
The Same Day, 8 PM 
More revelations, but I am no more at peace. 
Today we journeyed far, my Lady and I; and I find that I am not only a loyal foe to Him, but a rival suitor, as well. 
Suitor? Is that correct? Impossible to say; but we have relived the day of her arrival at Eveling; and it holds uncomfortable revelations. 
The images are fragmentary; she cannot be more than three or four years old. An office, an interview with a stranger vaguely seen, whose face I shall try to remember but who is little more than an impression (young; dark hair, bright eyes, sharp, angular, loud. Cigars and leather). A glimpse of the complex (we dislike it, hot and noisy as it is) and an interlude in the new Home with the one who brought us here. 
He is not Marklin. He is the Dark Man. 
Again he is fascinating – brightly enigmatic in stark black & white. She has been with him forever, in their haven of silence and ritual – and in his own way he loves her. This may be an error – but to me it seems very clear. 
His chest is crossed by a huge ragged scar. 
He knows Pierre; he knows Elyssa; he must, it is in his voice, between the words. What does he want of her, my Julian? It is so strong, like everything he does – a fierce gentleness; a disciplined devotion to a thing yet to become? I do not know. 
He must be Islie. He has laid claim to her. Is it who she is or what she is that matters? Who can say? Whichever – he has lost her now, for she is mine, and nothing will change that! 
Oh, but I felt with him so strongly! How I yearn with him, wish to admire him – this, despite all the rest that he is and does. 
Oh, but I feel so alone! So bereft of something I cannot pin down. 
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And yet…… 
And yet…… 
I saw a curious thing tonight, while drifting within with my Julian. A flicker of white sparkle, shining in the darkness around us. It reached us, whatever it was… and could not – quite – touch but vanished when it came near. I thought at first it was some hint of – But not; whatever else the sparkles were, they were alien; exotic, bright, and somehow exciting. Julian could not seem to notice them, not even when we were WE. Is it because they are somehow “aligned” toward me and not her? Or is it something in my growing awareness of the Patterns that is and will remain mine alone? Time will tell – but it is significant I think; and quite a thing to ponder later. 
Why? 
I followed them; tried to turn myself out and truly SEE between the cracks, between the shapes that are apparent into the weft of the thing itself as I have always felt would be so very rewarding ->>> 
I SAW! My dear God, what I saw! There are no words to describe it; I cannot articulate the immensity; even now so much of it has faded from my poor mind; memories of a thing that is too large for me to encompass being forced from my life by my own mortal status. 
Never have I been so exalted. Never have I been so afraid. 
Is this what Meagan saw, when she attempted to LOOK AT the Cosmos? 
Is that what the Others see? The Outside ones? Have I been vouchsafed a glimpse of the Truth? 
How simple, how homey my binding with Julian now seems! Like an old friend, cared-for, well-known in all its heady strangeness. Like flying, like breathing; so very right and natural – so very human? 
But this new thing – this BRILLINACE - ! 
Like possession, like a vision of the Pattern; only MORE; and I the merest speck, a conduit, a cropping of clay before a torrent of light and power that strips away all before it. I the channel that is followed; a puppet overwhelmed, locked into place like the closing of an incredible circuit! 
WHAT WAS IT? What was it that stripped myself from me, tore me from Julian and THRUST me back – deaf, dumb, helpless, and blind in my impotency?? What? 
Not for man. Too great a thing for a man to bear. 
And yet …. “There is a depth of vision….” “Patterns and circles repeat themselves….” “…dispel it with the Light…” 
Is THAT PLACE the Light – the true reality behind the dream? If so, I am deeply afraid; for I might not go back there and live…. Too much, too much… but no no no. 
Echoes of pattern (ripples?) touching, touching; I forgot that there, there can be no simple observation. Idiot me; To SEE, one must be SEEN! I have been SEEN – and the SIGHT nearly destroyed me. 
No. I cannot go back there. I cannot. 
And Julian truly saw nothing? While I was etched away from my … humanity … by that? If that is ‘pure’, in the sense of ‘dear, pure woman’ , dare we ever even meet? 
Even Miriam’s dog might have told me. 
It was afraid. Why? 
What were they? Those lovely crystal forms – what? Like the house… like the wellspring house? One did not SEE Miriam’s – not like the walls of THIS newer manse. 
Containments, then. Shapes and forms that can – what? Sustain? Nurture? That incredible strength and brilliance. They move; and 
ripples 
echoes 
dreams? 
shifting butterfly angels, murmur behind Maddy’s growing light and gather at the edges of THERE. No, not the edges; everywhere! They are in the light, of the light, they are the light, too! The ponic ecosphere? 
Lord, lord. Too much; too much to see and know. 
I am a walker in the shadows, banned by the purity of the sun. It is too huge, too great and bright for me, frail as I am; for to see the face of God one must be the face of God. 
And yet – and yet – 
I saw; and thus was seen; for an instant; and it took nearly all of my vitality and power to keep me whole in that time. 
Everything that saw me knows me now, carries something of me withinside, no matter that my own perception is so poor. In a way I am THERE even now. How odd. 
To die – to be dissolved thus…. Would it be so horrible? Would it? 
I have so much to live for! So much! 
But it was so … so clean …, beautiful in a way. 
Would it truly be death, to be swept up in that flow of – of being and sensation? Would it? To touch and be touched by everything? To spread-share across all of creation? 
Is that truly death? Is that where they have gone? 
It sounds more like apotheosis. Rebirth into a higher freedom. 
Lefe and free will and power. Oh! Oh! So much – and so little – ALMOST it makes sense! But no; like the flickerings of the riplets in the LIGHT, I catch a glimpse of motion, but the thing is gone. 
Enough. I go to bed. Enough raving for tonight. 
2:30 AM, I think: 
Pierre was unable to use his power, though he could certainly SEE! Is this why? Was he dissolved in the Light? Is THAT the end of his road? Oh my, oh…. How cruel. 
Thursday, 2 August 1928: 9 AM 
Miriam’s letter by the door. Am I being too brash? Too Tony-ish? These days it seems as if my letters are not my own, but things blown around out of my control by that uncontrolled inner force I mentioned a day or two ago. Something inside me – still it builds. Connected to what happened last night? Perhaps. 
The world seems normal again this morning, no lasting deafness or sensitivity to mark that incredible sojourn. Yet it has marked me, I think. I am no more or less aware than before; but, in an odd way, I feel more aware of what I am aware of; does that make sense? At the moment it does. 
Letter reread – yes – it is fine, more elegant than I recalled, earnest but not too pushy. Let it stand 
Stirrings upstairs. The kids are up. Strange, that look he gave me last night…as though, at last, he has truly seen me – and does not know what he has seen. 
Good kids, the both of them. 
Have to go to town to buy some supplies for the lab later. If I am to begin alloying, I shall need an assortment of crucibles, etc. Lord. Not since college…. Well, they always did say those course in Chemistry would be useful! 
I worry about what is happening. It seems as though I am developing greater and greater awareness of the dancers in the unity Dance; but if what feels true is true then that same development is driving one towards THAT; and with THAT comes dissolution, or at least Blindness and a loss of more than what was gained. It seems contradictory; obviously I am missing something somewhere! 
Here they come – breakfast time! Have to ask Adam what he stayed up to hear last night. 
Friday, 3 August 1928, 9:30 AM 
Yesterday was lovely and relaxing (at least for all of us but Adam! He is in a snit again); and last night Julian taught me a fascinating little game, which she learned as a child from The Man. 
Played with a bridge deck, it is a solitaire game in which the object seems to be to stalemate oneself. The rules seem simple at first, (a balancing of the draw within and between three stacks), but when fully grasped they become an exquisite abstraction of the Fight, as seen from a particularly interesting viewpoint. 
Could it actually be his understanding that is presented? His viewpoint? Or another? I wonder what I might learn from study of the game; and from trying play from other viewpoints than the one Children learned. 
I see his mark in it, very strongly, whatever else may be true. And the players are familiar as well: The Kings who have the knowledge but now power, and who move the others from place to place; the Queens who are the supporters, the generals, who add to others’ energy but have none of their own; the Jacks who are the Weak Men, who have power, but not too much, and who may corrupt or be corrupted by others if they are not cared for; the Aces who are the Soldiers, most powerful but most expendable as well; and of course the rest of the deck, the numbers that are the Energy that is guarded or used up – but are also the Innocents who must not be harmed. 
And the object is =Balance, stalemate on all levels … and the elimination of a single card. 
Amazing. 
I continue to be concerned about what is happening to me (and to Julian, for that matter!) I do not speak in the mystical sense here – but purely in the emotional, the personal sense. 
For the past week or two I have been victim of mysterious tenstion, unease, a twitchy sort of restlessness and a sense of something brewing deep inside me. It feels as if I am being enormously frustrated – but I cannot determine the source or the reason for the upset. 
Last night something snapped. It all bubbled out of me, just for an instant; like a rush of cooling fire, a wild thing, heady and exhilarating. So powerful I felt, then, so FREE!; but there was nothing warm about I, nothing gentle. 
I do not think I like that kind of freedom. 
Also…. There is the matter of Julian. 
More and more there are subliminal signs that the Lady is once again waking inside of her. She herself if or the most part unaware, but in small ways, words, dees, and desires, I see it. Perhaps, when I was blinded and not present the Lady regained her foothold in my girl; or perhaps this is merely a growth that neither of us may stop or ignore. 
But that wild freedom I felt – it was, in that moment, mirrored in her eyes. And from her it is familiar: It has the Lady’s feel to it. 
Am I being influenced by Her, as well? 
I have neither ability nor right ot inhibit Julian’s growth. What right have I even to try to channel it?
Truly, I am not convinced that what is happening to me is at all related to her transformation; but at this hour they do seem of a piece. 
Saturday, 4 August 1928; 9 PM 
I learned a lot about my girl yesterday, mostly regarding what it is to be a general. I am impressed, deeply so; it is one thing to know intellectually that she must be extremely talented and effective at her calling, but quite another to see it for myself, adroitly cool and supremely competent against the odds. Sobering! I shall forever see her differently in my mind’s eye. A new pride, of a different kind indeed! 
We discussed the Fatal Vision a bit, and I tried my hand at showing her a memory or two. It is not as easy as it seems! Julian feels that the FV is somehow a picture of the Ponic universe directly; and that is as good a hypothesis as any I have come up with; and better than most. That is, in effect, what I was trying to do after all. But – precisely WHAT did I see? Where was I looking from? Is it true that this turning-inward that we do to commune actually places us “somewhere else” in the ponic continuum? Certainly the house was not visible around me as it was during the vision of the 7th. Layers within layers… is she right? What an interesting view of things, I wonder what it means. 
A look into the Circle ABOVE my own??? Hmmm…! 
Today I installed a lot of the new stuff in the lab. The slate table and the tanks push aside the poor old vibrometer; poor thing, I had such hopes for it and now it is out to pasture…! 
New letter from Emerson today; just a polite little note to thank us for our hospitality. Imagine! He and the other left only a week ago! Such a short time – and so very, very long it seems! 
We were surprised this afternoon by the arrival of Dani Rose; Mrs. Danielle Freidman now it seems, though the two have for the most part parted company. 
I am deeply disturbed by her. Deeply. I cannot explain it, articulate it, defend it; but she has filled me with a sense of loneliness, neglect, callow callousness; a glimpse of a lost soul who does not know she is lost; and I am not empowered to tell her. Oh, I could say something – but not the thing that is needed, not one that will make the difference. 
So I say nothing. And feel guilty. 
Perhaps it will change; I do not know how long she will stay, or what else we may talk about. 
I think we cannot afford to alienate her – or her husband – or any experienced and loyal Fighter. So I will ask her help, give and take the information necessary – but I shall not discuss the new things, the dreams and visions of discovery which I now pursue. I shall not; I cannot. 
I pray I have not erred. 
Sunday, 5 August 1928, 4 PM 
Danielle has vanished. She went “into town’ this morning and has not returned. No sign of foul play – I have no way of knowing what happened, but I suspect she is in control. She will return, as her note said, “soon” – or in whatever fashion she wishes. For now, she has gone on alone. 
Adam has built for me three window-sized planter boxes. We have filled them with moist earth, and I have given some flower seeds to Adam – and the responsibility for growing them to Rachel. 
How proud he is, to have made something that lasts! I see him now, with his hammer in his belt; he has not put it down since I handed it to him this morning. And his work is good. Solid – not artistic but very competent – the more so since I really doubt he has ever worked with wood before. 
He is excited. And so am I; I have not seen him so interested in anything before. This will be a truly interesting time for all of us. So the boxes are in the windows … and soon the plants will begin to grow for the Children. If those shoots can hold Rachel’s interest, as the boxes have taken Adam’s – THEN I think we can reach them and bring the world back to them. 
Monday, 6 August 1928; 7:30 PM 
Burned my hand a bit today, playing around with the wire drawer. Silly me! It seems that this skill must be learned by doing! I shall be more careful next time. 
Telegram from Clay today, from London. He asks about Maddie’s Crossing – and I have nothing to answer. How is she, I wonder? Must write her and find out. 
Today I had a chance to watch the Circle of Man in town. Fascinating! And worrisome. 
The Circle is … vibrant. Charged! Full of energy and potential! But we are blind! Like dancers in a Dance who cannot see, we are blind. We move randomly, fighting ignorantly against the patterns of the Unity. We are unaware; the Circle itself is unaware, fragmented, barely cohesive. 
Is that the answer to our need? To save the Garden, need we only dance the Dance? 
And what, then, of the Soldiers? Do they then dance the Dance in our stead? 
Hmm. 
Tuesday, 7 August 1928; 5:00 PM 
Another Vision, and new truths. Today I have seen a glimpse of another Circle of the Dance. Today I have TOUCHED the perceptions and existence of another being! Merely a dog – but how very different it is! All things – ALL – except for us, are in time with their Dance! Plants, beasts, everything draws on the Unity and is nurtured by it. Communion – I was right – but not for us. Not for man. Not yet. 
What can I 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
Thursday, 9 August 1928; 4:30 PM 
Alone. Dear God, how far and how alone! And beautiful they are, dear little ones! Like angels – shadows – ghosts. They play in the sun like butterflies; sea nymphs in the tide! The tide flows around them, THROUGH them – smoke and silver, oh! How wonderful to play so, bright and glorious joy innocent in the light! 
POSSIBLE REDACTION 
How I wish to weep. 
The price of vision is isolation. Do you see? To see, to touch all of the Dance, I am denied the joining of the Dance! 
Thus is Power turned within me. 
All the wonder, all of the glory and fellowship, all to be forever denited me! Pierre’s price – so high! 
Goodbye, my dream. Goodbye, my joy. 
I shall never be the same. God! I cannot even weep! 
And I cannot bear to watch them any more. 
I no longer belong. Anywhere. 
Success! So bitter, this drink! And I cannot put it down. 
10 August 1928; on the tram 
Black Man! Is this why you turned? To be denied communion, was that your price as well? How bitter you must have been; how angry and how powerless! Is it any wonder you have turned to Others for a place, a belonging? To accept the only fellowship left to you? 
The tactics of despair. How simple! Who are you, my dear, dark brother? Who is it that knows what I know – has glimpsed the gulf? 
Is this why you turned? Why the game you teach has only stalemate at its end? What use an allegiance to a thing you cannot touch? 
What, then, do you serve? Not the thing you fight for, surely! NO! That is as empty as the other! Is it merely Balance, as in the Cards? CAN it be? The Active Principle, as SG is the Passive? 
How easy to make, that decision; and how short-sighted! 
Do not be fooled, distant brother! I feel your heart alongside mine; but know that others have travelled different paths, and my end shall not be yours. 
How I long to turn aside – to give up my burden and my Vision and join the angles in the sun! Oh, how very much I wish that I might do so … But I am who and what I am; and have come to this pass by following the path that is truest to me. How can I turn aside now? How? All I have lost is a dream. 
Dearest dream! Oh, how I weep! 
But there is a still a future to be won. 
I cannot turn aside. Must not. To do so would be to betray myself – myself; and all of those who struggle against a blinded Dance; and all of my friend who need me. 
Someone mus see; to point the way where I cannot go. 
Heavy. So heavy. Where is the glory? 
Where is the joy? 
Is it forever lost, along with my innocence? 
All the struggles – the worries … Poor Meagan. Poor Dani. How petty it all seems now. 
I shall go on. Because I must. There is still a cause to be won. There is still happiness to share, with my beloved, if not with my people. It will be enough. 
It must be. 
Dear God.

The Stars Are Right: The Elders

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==Elders==

Formerly disembodied spirits of ancient Nightsiders; now the name for the joining of this spirit and a normal Nightsider (typically a member of the former Enclave).

==Members==

* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Boyar Rulionoff | Rulianov, Boyar]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Madeline Usher | Usher, Madeline]]

==Affiliations==

==Associates==

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The Stars Are Right: The Elders

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==Elders==

Formerly disembodied spirits of ancient Nightsiders; now the name for the joining of this spirit and a normal Nightsider (typically a member of the former Enclave).

==Members==

* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Boyar Rulianov | Rulianov, Boyar]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Madeline Usher | Usher, Madeline]]

==Affiliations==

==Associates==

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The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Factions

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==Factions==

:''"Why?" He smiled down at her. "Because, my own true love, I've got to keep in some sort of touch with all the loose ends of this dizzy affair if I'm ever going to make heads or tails of it."'' 
:—Sam Spade to Brigid O'Shaughnessy, '''The Maltese Falcon'''

* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Detroit Evening Times | Detroit Evening Times]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Daysiders | Daysiders]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Harvest Trust Foundation | Harvest Trust Foundation]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Herman Kiefer Hospital | Herman Kiefer Hospital for Communicable Diseases]]
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | The Irish Rose Gang]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Purple Gang | The Purple Gang]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Enclave | The Enclave]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
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The Stars Are Right: The Elders

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==Elders==

Formerly disembodied spirits of ancient Nightsiders; now the name for the joining of this spirit and a normal Nightsider.

==Members==

* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Boyar Rulianov | Rulianov, Boyar]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Madeline Usher | Usher, Madeline]]

==Affiliations==

==Associates==

[[category:Elders|The Elders]]

The Stars Are Right: The Elders

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==Elders==

Formerly disembodied spirits of ancient Nightsiders; now the name for the joining of this spirit and a normal Nightsider.

==Members==

* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Boyar Rulianov | Rulianov, Boyar]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Madeline Usher | Usher, Madeline]]

==Affiliations==

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The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Characters

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==Player Characters==

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| || [[TheStarsAreRight:Candide|Candide]] (Steve Hill) ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
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| || [[TheStarsAreRight:JackCasey|Casey, Jack]] (Gene L.) ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Detroit Evening Times | Detroit Evening Times]]
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| || [[TheStarsAreRight:Lila Clark|Clark, Lila]] (John Kim)
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* Rosie
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | Irish Rose Gang]]
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| [[File:VictorGrayson.png|150px|Victor Grayson]] || [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGrayson|Grayson, Victor]] (Robby Bullis)
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* Quiet Vic
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | Irish Rose Gang]]
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| [[File:Franklovejoy.png|150px|Frank Lovejoy]] || [[TheStarsAreRight:Frank Lovejoy|Lovejoy, Frank]] (Andrew Cole) ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Detroit Evening Times | Detroit Evening Times]]
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| || [[TheStarsAreRight:Michael McMann|McMann, Michael]] (Chris Haugen) ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Purple Gang | Purple Gang]]
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| || [[TheStarsAreRight:Boris|Valenko, Boris]] (James Johnson) ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
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| [[File:Obediah_Walters.jpeg|150px|Doc Walters]] || [[TheStarsAreRight:Obediah Walters|Walters, Obediah]] (Stephen Cole)
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* Doc
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | Irish Rose Gang]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Purple Gang | Purple Gang ]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
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| || [[TheStarsAreRight:JTWilliams|Williams, JT]] (Keith Dalzell)
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* Wheels
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | Irish Rose Gang]]
|}

==Persons of Interest==

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! class="unsortable" scope="col" width="150px" | Photo !! Name !! Aliases !! Affiliations
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| [[File:Abe Axler.jpeg|150px]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Abe Axel | Axel, Abe]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Purple Gang | Purple Gang]]
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| [[File:Michael Barnes.jpeg|150px|Michael Barnes, T-man.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Michael Barnes | Barnes, Michael]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
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| [[File:Martha Bitterman.jpeg|150px|Martha Bitterman, grieving widow.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Martha Bitterman | Bitterman, Martha]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: High Society | High Society]]
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| [[File:Thomas Bitterman.jpeg|150px|Thomas Bitterman, horribly murdered banker.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Thomas Bitterman | Bitterman, Thomas]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: High Society | High Society]]
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| [[File:Meridon Caine.jpeg|150px|Meridon Caine, lawyer to the rich and weird.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Meridon Caine | Caine, Meridon]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Unseelie Court | Unseelie Court]]
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| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Bernard Cohen | Cohen, Bernard]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Harvest Trust Foundation | Harvest Trust Foundation]]
|-
| [[File:Vivian Cooper-Levitt.jpg|150px|Vivian Cooper-Levitt]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Vivian Cooper-Levitt | Cooper-Levitt, Vivian]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Herman Kiefer Hospital | Herman Kiefer Hospital for Communicable Diseases]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: High Society | High Society]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
|-
| [[File:Fred Copely.jpeg|150px|Renowned Hearst Editor Fred Copely]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Fred Copely | Copely, Fred]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Detroit Evening Times | Detroit Evening Times]]
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| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Thomas D'Varney | D'Varney, Thomas]] || ||
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Maturin de Bonnevault | de Bonnevault, Maturin]] || ||
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Van der Veckyn | der Veckyn, Van]] || ||
|-
| [[File:Olivia-and-Jason.png|150px|Poor little lambs, lost in the woods.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Olivia and Jason | Doe, Olivia and Jason]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | The Irish Rose Gang]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Unseelie Court | Unseelie Court]]
|-
| [[File:La Voisin.jpeg|150px|La Voisin, possibly]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Voisin du Montaine | du Montaine, Voisin]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: High Society | High Society]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
|-
| [[File:Carl Ellis.jpeg|150px]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Carl Ellis | Ellis, Carl]] || Galileo
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Harvest Trust Foundation | Harvest Trust Foundation]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Daysiders | Daysiders]]
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Julian Ellis | Ellis, Julian]] || Ariel ||
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Lorenzo Farbeque | Farbeque, Lorenzo]] || ||
|-
| [[File:Daphne Ferris.jpeg|150px|Daphne Ferris]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Daphne Ferris | Ferris, Daphne]] ||
|
* Hannibal King Investigative Agency
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Harvest Trust Foundation | Harvest Trust Foundation]]
|-
| [[File:Eddie Fletcher.jpeg|150px|Eddie Fletcher]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Eddie Fletcher | Fletcher, Eddie]] ||
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Purple Gang | Purple Gang]]
|-
| [[File:Heather Flynn.jpg|150px|The heart of the whole matter.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Heather Flynn | Flynn, Heather]] || Katie Flynn
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | The Irish Rose Gang]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
|-
| [[File:Dick Foley.jpeg|150px|Dick Foley]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Dick Foley | Foley, Dick]] ||
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Detroit Evening Times|Detroit Evening Times]]
|-
| [[File:Comte de la Fère.jpeg |150px|Cuddly.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Antonio Grimaldi | Grimaldi, Antonio]] || Comte de la Fère ||
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: William Hart | Hart, William L.]] ||
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Franz Huber | Huber, Franz]] || ||
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: James Hunter | Hunter, James]] || ||
|-
| [[File:Danny Macklin.jpeg|150px|Danny Macklin, dead heel.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Danny Macklin | Macklin, Danny]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | The Irish Rose Gang]]
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Clay Morrison | Morrison, Clay]] || J. Brinton Rowdybush ||
|-
| [[File:Frank_murphy.jpeg|150px|The Honorable Frank Murphy]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Frank Murphy | Murphy, Frank]] ||
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: John Navarre | Navarre, John]] ||
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
|-
| [[File:Pmb_p60t.jpg|150px|c|Gregory Parkhurst]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Gregory Parkhurst | Parkhurst, Dr. Gregory]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | Irish Rose Gang]]
|-
| [[File:George Philips.jpeg|150px|Science||]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: George Philips | Philips, George]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Herman Kiefer Hospital | Herman Kiefer Hospital for Communicable Diseases]]
|-
| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Hannelore Rhyner | Rhyner, Hannelore]]
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* Medea
* The Queen of Air and Darkness
|
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Unseelie Court | Unseelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
|-
| [[File:Alexis Romanov.jpeg|150px|Tsar Alexis Romanoff. His people love him.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Alexis Romanoff | Romanoff, Alexis]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
|-
| [[File:Ineska 02.jpg|150px|Ineska Romanoff]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Ineska Romanoff | Romanoff, Ineska]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
|-
| [[File:Boyar Rulianoff.jpg | 150px | You can always trust a man to be himself.]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Boyar Rulionoff | Boyar Rulionoff, P.]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Russia | Russia]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Elders | The Elders]]
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| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Franklin Scott | Reverend Scott, Franklin]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: United Assembly of God | United Assembly of God]]
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| || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Katherine Scott | Scott, Katherine]] ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: United Assembly of God | United Assembly of God]]
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| [[File:Theo.jpg|150px|c|Theo Weiss]] || [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Theo Weiss | Weiss, Theo]] || Hardeen
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Seelie Court | Seelie Court]]
* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Daysiders | Daysiders]]
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==Inactive Player Characters==

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| || [[JamesO'Keefe|O'Keefe, James]] || Eric ||
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Government | Government]]
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| || [[TheStarsAreRight:JoeHenderson|Henderson, Joe]] || Andrew Bond
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* The Wall
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* [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: The Irish Rose Gang | Irish Rose Gang]]
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| || [[TheStarsAreRight:DeWittEcker|Ecker, DeWitt]] || Scott || ||
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==Minor Characters==

[[category: The Irish Rose Matter]]

TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1

2013-09-22T05:29:38Z

Redland Jack:

TheStarsAreRight:Updates

2013-09-20T05:13:21Z

Redland Jack:

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09/19/2013 - Briefly sketched out the timeline from Aug. 28 - Sep. 06, covering the last three or four sessions.

09/18/2013 - Added most of the letters sent and received by Redland Jack and Victor Grayson to their respective pages.

09/14/2013 - Separated Faction and NPC information for The Irish Rose Matter. Added portraits, where it seemed appropriate. Also bios, etc; should allow for more useful cross-referencing.

09/03/2013 - Finished up the July entries for Carl's journal. Of course, I started on July 25, so that's not overly impressive...

08/31/2013 - Started transcribing Carl's journal [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|(here)]] from the back half of 1928. Currently looks to be about Madisonville and the fallout from that.

07/07/2013 - Andrew added character pages for Candide and Michael McMann, and updated other pages accordingly. Also generated category pages for various factions affiliated with player characters within Detroit.

06/24/2013 - Added a brief (biased) summary of the last Redland Jack group (China edition) session. [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileySessionJune2013|June 2013 Session]]

06/24/2013 - Andrew made (more!) substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/13/2013 - Updated Jack's [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|Sanity Tracker]] and added [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce updated the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce created the [[Maturine_DeBonnevault|Maturine De Bonnevault Character Page]] including biography and personal letters (and managed to misspell his first name in every instance)

06/11/2013 - Added Sophia's timeline for the Junior J-Men (and women) to the front page to make it easier to find.

06/11/2013 - Merged the Timeline and Narrative Timeline for the Irish Rose and then eliminated the Narrative Timeline.

06/11/2013 - Added Gunner "Stabby" Waa and Montgomery Scott to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]].

06/03/2013 - Added some [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGraysonRuminations|Ruminations]] from Victor Grayson.

06/03/2013 - Andrew made substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/01/2013 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline |Irish Rose Timeline]] and made some moves on the active/inactive members for the Rose.

04/26/2013 - Janyce created the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]], added new information about [[Steele|Steele]], added information to [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]] for 1900 and 1932

04/25/2013 - Janyce added a photo of [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - Janyce updated and extended information about [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - John updated the Irish Rose timeline with lots of info.

11/26/2012 - Added to the Irish Rose timeline. As always, I have the best grip on what happened to my character, so if I'm missing anything, feel free to add and/or amend!

11/24/2012 - Andrew added a large stack of information to the Irish Rose page

11/14/2012 - Janyce added information to Samuel, Esther, Ruth and Adam Hopkins at [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Characters]]

06/10/2012 - Andrew spiffed up the [[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|Irish Rose]] info, added a bunch of stuff, and posted the newspaper articles from Lovejoy.

06/10/2012 - John added a group-specific introduction and timeline to the main page for the Irish Rose game.

11/20/2011 - Created a [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGrayson|Victor Grayson]] page.

11/20/2011 - Added characters to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]. Moved characters from Active to [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]].

11/20/2011 - Added the Irish Rose groups first exploits to the [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]].

11/16/2011 - Added a short November session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/13/2011 - Added a journal entry and a conversation with Maxine Scott at the usual spot: [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

11/13/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think I actually have the dates correct this time!

11/10/2011 - John added a June session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/09/2011 - Added excerpts from 1929 Carl Ellis [[CARL_ELLIS_1929_DOCUMENTS|Journals]]

10/26/2011 - Added information to [[The_Island_Family#References|The Island Families]]

10/26/201l - Added text of [[March_15,_1929_-_Letter_To_Carl_Ellis|letter]] from Jon Riswold to Carl Ellis - March 1929

10/26/2011 - Added the first of the [[TheStarsAreRight:Andrew_Scott|Andrew Scott]] archives, added [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Rasmul.2C_Katyana_aka_Albina_Mercade|Katyana Rasmul]] to important NPCs. Added [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#JUNE_1928|June 1928]] to the history time-line.

06/19/2011 - [[DIRK_MICHAELS_BIOGRAPHY|Dirk Michaels Biography]] added by Sophianna Ardinger

06/17/2011 - Added character sheet; updated 'ongoing thoughts 2' and 'sanity tracker' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page. Readded link to Henrik's character sheet [[Henrik Mueller|here]].

06/15/2011 - Added substantially to the [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign|Glossary]]

06/14/2011 - Added the first of articles to [[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]], and some small additions to the 1929 time line.

06/13/2011 - Added [[July_20,_1930_--_Letter_To_Alexi_Vishnevesky]] to the [[Lamont_Coleman|Lamont Coleman Archives]]

06/13/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Kruglinsky.2C_Kyle|Kyle Kruginsky]], [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Vishnevesky.2C_Alexi|Alexi Vishnevesky]] and [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Armstrong.2C_Jack|Jack Armstrong]] to the Inactive Players page.

06/13/2011 - Added a conversation with Maxine to the [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page.

06/12/2011 - Added Van der Decken and Reynard to 'Important NPCs'. My descriptions are brief and I may have misspelled their names... so, job well done... (Van der Decken -- corrected to Van Der Vecken)

06/12/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think we've agreed that it is August 5, so I've mildly amended a couple of dates to be consistent with this.

06/12/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Waters.2C_James|James Waters]] to Active Player Characters.

06/12/2011 - Added to 1928 letters section of the Carl Ellis Archives [[November_21,_1928_--_Letter_To_Hannalore_Rhyner]]

06/12/2011 - Added first of the glossary words to [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign]]

06/12/2011 - Added to the letters section of the Carl Emerson Archives. [[Carl_Emerson_January_1927_-_Personal_Letters|January 1927]] and [[Carl_Emerson_May_1927_-_Personal_Letters|May 1927]]

06/01/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Kingston.2C_Jacob_.22Deuce.22|Jacob "Deuce" Kingston]] to Active Player Characters.

05/31/2011 - Small update to notes for Redland, including [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Redland Jack Plan]]

05/23/2011 - Added some notes from [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]].

05/20/2011 - Added a conversation, updated Sanity Tracker, and updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

05/18/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Lawrence Eveling (though my description is pretty crummy).

05/18/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. As always, the dates may be off by a little bit.

05/18/2011 - Added Gezak and Jake to Active Player Characters. Moved Dale Parsons and Frank Pallucelli to Inactive Player Characters.

05/18/2011 - Updated - Inactive Player Characters [[Steele]], [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1928|Entire Game History - 1928]]

05/14/2011 - Updated - [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1929|Entire Game History]] - dates 1894, 1919. 1929

05/14/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Dacia Coleman (nee Neville)

05/13/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Peter Fagin

05/13/2011 - Updated Hannelore Rhyner 1929 Documents [[Hannelore_Rhyner_April_1929]]

01/21/2011 - Updated entry for Baron Hauptmann on 'Important NPCs'

01/11/2011 - Added Session Recap to Other Bailey Info, updated 'Bailey Timeline', updated 'Sanity Tracker'.

12/23/2010 - Added 'Sanity Tracker' to Redland Jack's page.

12/21/2010 - Added Session Recap and Summoning Extract to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

12/21/2010 - Updated/Added some 'Important NPCs': Roger LaForge, Prometheus, Diana Stevenson, Petter Varr

12/21/2010 - Updated 1 'conversation' on Redland Jack's page (in bold).

12/21/2010 - Updated 'Bailey Timeline'

11/13/2010 - Added/updated 3 'conversations' on Redland's page.

10/30/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'

10/30/2010 - Added 2 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

10/26/2010 - Added 5 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

09/29/2010 - Added Tsarina Ineska to 'Important NPCs', Dale Parsons to 'Active Players', and updated the 'Bailey' Timeline.

07/19/2010 - Added an extract of a letter to Redland's page. Updated Redland's stats.

07/08/2010 - Added Idrinya to 'Important NPCs'

07/01/2010 - Added Yuri to 'Important NPCs' (whether he is or not...) 

07/01/2010 - Updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on the Redland Jack page (to include some new information on Donal).

06/28/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'.

04/12/2010 - Added Father Patrick(sp) to the 'Active Players' list.

04/12/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'. The dates there are getting really sketchy, so if I remember, I'll try to shore them up next time we meet.

03/12/2010 - Added a weak journal entry and the first part of a conversation between Carl and Redland. The usual spot, [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|here.]]

03/08/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline' [http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline '''here'''].
As usual, it's not a world-beater of an update, so feel free to fill it out with more details if you like.

03/06/2010 - Carl/Jack conversation finished. As usual, Carl has a lot of interesting things to say ... Redland also participates. It's pretty long, so I broke it into two pieces:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

After the Meeting (1st and 2nd half)

02/16/2010 - information added to the following pages:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
::Pierre Farquelle

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]
::Jon Riswold

:[[GAME TIME LINE 1903]]
::Added information to September
::Added information to October

:[[Jonathan Riswold October 1903]] Letter From Pierre Farquell

:[[Hannelore Rhyner January 1929 - Personal Letters]]

:[[DETAILED TIME LINE JANUARY 1929]]

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TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline

2013-09-20T05:12:18Z

Redland Jack:

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Return to [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose]].

[[category: The Irish Rose Matter]]

== Plotlines ==

As I join, there are four main threads: (1) Investigating Dr. George Phillips - who has something to do with a blood disease and is a figure from Dr. Ecker's past ; (2) investigating Reverend Frank Scott and his "sister" - a shady preacher who works with the poor at Clark Park (James O'Keefe is interested in the preacher for some reason); (3) the beating of Katie Flynn by her common-law husband Danny; (4) working with the Purple Gang (JT Williams is seeking to expand his business

== August 1932 ==

=== Mon, Aug 1 ===
* ''(Start of Session One - November 2011) 08/01/1932 - 08/04/1932''
* Dr. DeWitt Ecker, JT Williams, James O'Keefe, and Victor Grayson find themselves thrown together at the Irish Rose speakeasy in Detroit, owing to events relating to "Katie" Flynn. Katie Flynn is severely beaten by her boyfriend, speak owner Danny Macklin. She is taken to Ecker's apartment for treatment for several broken ribs and other injuries. She begs the four men to retrieve her belongings from the Rose. They discover a hidden box which contains personal letters in French, a map of Los Angeles, and a medical journal. Dr. Ecker reads through the journal, which details a strange infection, with which Ms. Flynn appears to be inflicted.

=== Tue, Aug 2 ===
* Led by O'Keefe, the group goes looking for Reverend Scott. Dr. Ecker, JT, and O'Keefe visit the Herman Keefer Hospital for Communicable Diseases, where Dr. Ecker has an old score to settle with Dr. Philips. The four men locate a 5th letter belonging to Ms. Flynn, which has already been translated to English. The letter raises more questions than it answers, with allusions to Weiss, Steele, Petit-Jean, Fae, Communion, Flynn, and Gautier).

=== Wed, Aug 3 ===
* The group locates Reverend Scott at Clark Park. There is something peculiar about the way his sister paces behind the small group of people he is haranguing. They follow Mr. Scott, and he and his sister appear uncomfortably close. The group also follows Dr. Philips from the hospital. They steal some strange vials he has hidden in his car. JT sets up a meeting with the Purple Gang for Thursday.

=== Thu, Aug 4 ===
* The four men meet with the Purple Gang at an Italian restaurant.

=== Fri, Aug 5 ===
* ''(Start of Session Two - June 2012)''
* The four men meet in the Irish Rose to consider their next move. Williams recruits Drifter Joe and Dr. Obediah Walters. Ecker, Joe, Walters and O'Keefe break into the Herman Kiefer hospital to investigate Dr. George Phillips, an old co-worker and rival of Dr. Ecker. They find a modified patient file on Vivian Cooper-Levitt. Frank Lovejoy, a reporter for the Detroit Evening Press, is there interviewing hospital staff regarding an ongoing corruption scandal at the hospital and witnesses the four men leaving in an unlicensed car. He attempts to tail them, but loses them outside of the redlight district.
* Meanwhile, Victor and Lila secretly go to talk to Katie (a.k.a. 'Heather') Flynn, who is sick.
* Daniel Flynn is murdered, and left hanging by his heels from the ceiling of The Irish Rose. Frank Lovejoy is assigned to cover the story on behalf of the [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRose:Article1|Detroit Evening Times]]. He, O'Keefe, Ecker and Walters are all admitted to the crime scene by the Detroit police.
* That night, James and JT stake out Dr. Phillips. They see a fancy car drop by and Phillips exchanges a small object for an envelope. The car goes back to Vivian Cooper-Levitt's mansion, so this was probably her family buying a vial of the serum.

=== Sat, Aug 6 ===
* Ecker, Williams and Joe kidnap Dr. Phillips as he leaves from his golf game, and discover details about the Fae blood condition (without that name).
* Lovejoy interviews Grayson and Clark in an attempt to determine the identities of the [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRose:Article2|two mysterious doctors]] seen at the murder scene.

=== Sun, Aug 7 ===
* No one can find Rev. Frank Scott that day. (Lila has a dinner date with a boring cab driver Ralph.) That night, Lila has the journalist Lovejoy meet with Katie/Heather, bringing a discrete doctor with him - who turns out to be Dr. Walters (!). He gives her the injection of serum that Lila supplied from Dr. Ecker. Lila reciprocates by giving an interview with Lovejoy.

=== Mon, Aug 8 ===
* ''(Start of Session Three - August 2012)''
* Grand re-opening of the Irish Rose under a new manager, Susie Q, a figurehead who faced down Russian strongmen coming around for protection money.
* An unknown wealthy woman in her 30s (dressed in white silk and furs, with two bodyguards and a greyhound) came and argued with the new manager. She introduced herself as Voison. She gave Dr. Walters a flask. The bouncer, Joe, took a shot of this and found his senses enhanced and a high up.
* Negotiated more with Purple Gang - plan on smuggling trucks down from Canada on Friday. They have four trucks and drivers and a regular route, but will be testing us (as a gang).
* Still failed to find Rev. Frank Scott so far.
* "Doctor" Eckers left town after Lovejoy wrote an article about him exposing his lack of license. (The player, Scott, dropped out of the campaign.)
* A new manager is hired at the Irish Rose (Susie Q). Mysterious Russians seek an audience with Lovejoy and the Irish Rose crew. The Purple Gang tasks JT's 'gang' with importing unspecified items from Canada on the 12th (Friday). A wealthy woman, Voisoine du Montaine, gives Obediah a strange elixir after causing a scene at the Irish Rose.

=== Tue, Aug 9 ===
* ''(Start of Session Five - November 2012)''
* In the morning, Lila and J.T. track down the woman, Voison, at the Armitage House Hotel after searching around at several high class hotels. She is Voison Montaine from France. She is with a socialite set who go out partying all night.
* Several are checking up on Rev. Franklin Scott. He is young, around 18-20, and his sister Katherine is a year or two older. He works among the poor out of an empty storefront, that he is staying above, as the "United Assembly of God".
* That evening around 6, Jim goes to check in on Rev. Scott - he is working for some government types who will pick him up. He brings them out front to where some government-looking suits are standing, asking about a boy named Franklin. The two put a silver cable around the reverend, and he sprouted limbs or tentacles and grabbed one of the agents, encasing him in a cocoon and dragging him away. The other fired his pistol into him to no effect, with Lila and J.T. witnessing. They ran, but Jim ran in and collected the surviving agent. Victor stayed with the sister, and the reporter Lovejoy came and talked to her. She says she is from Ireland originally, but been in the U.S. for many years.
* Back at the Irish Rose, checking his wallet, he is a Treasury agent, Michael Barnes. Jim calls the Treasury agency to have them collect their agent.
* The reverend shows up again for the service, and gives a thin cover story to reporter Lovejoy.
* Late that night, Doc Walters arranges to run into Voison at a bar. She offers to make him fabulously wealthy by brewing the unusually elixir in a new facility.
* Lila and JT track Voisoine to her hotel. O'Keefe and Grayson take a gander at Rev. Scott's home/ministry. Lovejoy follows up on a variety of leads. Grayson, JT, and Lila assist O'Keefe in his efforts to assist some government agents in apprehending Rev. Scott. Scott (allegedly) sprouts tentacles and devours one of the agents. All but Grayson return to the Rose with the remaining agent. Obediah can detect nothing physically wrong with him. Grayson encounter Lovejoy at the Scott's ministry. The alley where the attack happened has a strange symbol (recently) carved, a trail of slime, and six bullet holes in the alley wall. Obediah follows Voisoine from her hotel so that he can 'accidentally' run into her at a bar. She offers him a job producing the mysterious elixir and gives him a check for $2000.

=== Wed, Aug 10 ===
* Article comes out of interview with Katie Flynn. Agent Carl Akins questions J.T., Lila, and Doc Walters about the incident with the reverend. J.T. and Lila deny they saw anything, claiming they stayed in the car - then Lila and the others

* ''(Start of Session Six - November 30, 2012)''

* The group is going to meet with the Russians (under a leader known as "The Boyar") on Thursday.
* J.T. and Lila do a test run of the crossing to Canada planned for Friday.
* Lovejoy finds out that there is a Parkhurt Medical Foundation in Buffalo, New York. They say that Parkhurt moved to L.A., and give an address.
* Lovejoy comes to the Irish Rose to question Lila, and argues with her - saying that she was the connecting element over Danny's murder along with Ecker's and Flynn's disappearances.
* Victor, J.T., Doc Walters, and Lila meet with The Boyar after being fed nice Russian food with bulky guards around - and they brought in Lovejoy. The Boyar is a well-dressed in his 30s who commands attention. Victor says about Voisson and "tentacle monster" to The Boyar.
* The Boyar says that the real Voisson died, and the woman is a pretender capitalizing on her reputation. He is Rulyinof - father of Ilya the Czarina.
* He says the Purple Gang are involved with shady elements of the "Travellers" - Flynn's people who have varying degrees of a disease of the blood, called a "necrophage" by Parkhurst. The disease can be brought out of dormancy by injury.
* Flynn was involved with Maturin de Bonavault, a possibly dead or dormant figure who knew a lot. The journal may have a treatment for the disease, which Voisson wants to use to involuntarily treat rivals in the Travellers.
* The Boyar want to suppress the treatment. He is around for only a few weeks, and then will return to Russia. Parkhurst disappeared from his foundation a year ago, and now no one knows where he is. The Boyar and Russia would be interested in finding out - as well as the formula for aqua vitae (the elixir).
* Michael Barnes (the presumed leader of the government agents that were trying to capture Scott) interrogates the Irish Rose crew. Lila mentions that Scott exhibited octopus-like tendencies. Barnes offers her a job (possibly also JT... and he had previously offered O'Keefe a job... no one offers Victor or Obediah anything... bunch of jerks). It is mentioned that Lovejoy was at the scene, poking around. Barnes asks Victor (who agrees) to lure Scott to an isolated area so that they can capture him without alarming people (at some later date). Victor meets again with the Russians and returns to the Rose with an offer of a meeting (to be held Thursday or Saturday). He also meets up with the Katherine and Franklin Scott at Clark Park.

=== Thu, Aug 11 ===
* ''(Start of Session Seven - March 17, 2013)''
* PI Daphne Ferris points us to the Harvest Trust company...
* Meeting with Harvest Trust. They want to pay $200 per week for vague work to help protect against "Outsiders".
* Courier later from Trust comes - a 15 year-old girl who looked too perfect and had scintillating eyes. She agreed to take a message to Dr. Parkhurst asking for contact.

=== Fri, Aug 12 ===
* Delivery for Purple Gang from Canada turned out to have wine, whisky, and at least 1, possibly 3 kids in a comatose state. (Turned out to have the 2 boys and 1 girl, all around 9-11 in age.) A courier from Harvest Trust showed up to give Doc Walters a retainer of $100.
* Talk with reporter Frank Lovejoy that night at the Irish Rose. That night, the same courier girl, Delphinus, returns to say that Parkhurst will meet them at 9 the next night. (...) Lila and J.T. follow her leaving and see her disappear into the shadows in an alley.
* (Give Lovejoy the letter from Mssr. Huber to Mssr. De Bonnevault found among Katie's papers at the Irish Rose.)

=== Sat, Aug 13 ===
* ''(Start of Session Eight - March 30, 2013)''
* Found that the Russians spoke well of Harvest Trust. Reporter Lovejoy found that Harvest Trust's public record of altruistic work checked out. Found Parkhurst last known in a house in L.A. with 10 or more people, owned by H. Rhyner.
* Sat evening met with Parkhurst in the Rose, who had two big bodyguards with beauty and strange eyes (a man and a woman). Parkhurst looks big, blonde, confident, and charismatic although not beautiful like the others. (He looks like a 30-year-old version of actor William Hopper.) He talked about the "necrophagic" disease, which over the course of it replaces the body, making the host stronger and more perceptive, and heal super quickly. Called "the condition" or "the birthright" (old-school), and makes a need to drink blood. The elixir replaces the need for blood, but creates a dependence, and they can no longer process blood after a while.
* Parkhurst talked about Carl Ellis who was the founder of Harvest Trust. Also about his own clinic, the Parkhurst Institute for Medical Research.
* J.T. told Parkhurst about smuggling the kids for the Purple Gang. He said he would do research and track them down. He confirmed that Voisson is an imposter is ... There are good and bad Russians, but creating new aqua vitae is not
* Lila talked to Parkhurst about him and Katie/Heather - who apparently was used to safeguard the notes. She said that he should copy and release them, and noted that he had endangered Katie, but he says that she knew what she was getting into.

=== Sun, Aug 14 ===
* Bought a farmhouse from a farmer with cash from Voisson, to use as a base for producing aqua vitae. J.T. sent for his cousins Rufus and R.J. to oversee the brewing and distilling half of the operation. Rufus is muscle/driver, while R.J. knows the ropes of distilling. (Doc Walters would oversee the second half, using details yet to be provided by Voisson.)

=== Mon, Aug 15 ===
* During the day, finalized the deed on the farmhouse. Parkhurst returns and says he had found kids at a farmhouse, and asked if we would help rescue the kids. In the evening, took trucks and attacked the farm with Parkhurst along with his two bodyguards and some human mercenaries. Defenders included a number people with the Condition. Victor was tossed out of a second-story window and hurt badly. In a hidden room, found a makeshift operating room where someone was dissected along with footprints to a car, and rescued 2 of the 3 kids. Lovejoy brought a photographer along who took many pictures of the events, including him carrying out the kids.
* Escape in the trucks, taking the two kids and the dissecting table covered in dark-colored blood. Parkhurst says that the two kids have the Condition, but are not part of his community in New Jersey.

=== Tue, Aug 16 ===
* ''(Start of Session Nine - April 13, 2013)''
* Began setting up the operation on the farm. One of Parkhurst's bodyguards (the man) and two human mercenaries (men) are staying at the farm. Take the dissecting table from the rescue to here. The farm now has two trucks and a car supplied by Parkhurst. The girl is silent, while the boy still seems to be in a deep sleep, though neither have obvious injuries.
* J.T. comes back to Detroit to get supplies and recruits Lila. They get medical supplies, lots of groceries, furnishings like blankets.
* The farm has a cow, some pigs and chickens, and a cat or two.
* Bodyguard talks to the girl alone - and tells Doc Walters that the boy and girl and Jason and Olivia (no relation). He doesn't know where the parents are, and they have been separated from their family since at least March. They had spent some time in Egypt, and were kept sedated/drugged for much of the time.

=== Sat, Aug 20 ===
* Arrive back from investigating the Canada farmhouse, leading back to the estate of Vivien Cooper-Levitt.

=== Sun, Aug 21 ===
* ''(Start of Session Eleven- May 27, 2013)''
* Lovejoy interviews Olivia and Jason.
* Lila, J.T., Casey, Walters, and Lovejoy journey through a portal to the Seelie Court.
* Note background - there were 7 bodies at the site of the rescue attempt, including 2 known Purple Gang members - plus 3-4 blobs of ichor.
* Photographer Casey develops his pictures of the burnt documents from the Canada farmhouse. He has lifted out good information on the 4 pages of medical notes, and semi-good information on 2 middle pages of a personal letter.
* The medical notes are a rough draft, written in a man's handwriting. It concerns a mutation in the Condition - not the one that Parkhurst talked about or the serum.
* There are also two middle pages of a letter written by Katie to Maturin. It also mentions a Franz, Jean-Marc, and Mssr. De Bonnevault.
* Lila and J.T. bring Lovejoy and Casey blindfolded to the farmhouse. They bring Lovejoy up to speed with what they found at the Canada house. Lovejoy has come to interview the two Fae children, Olivia and Jason. Lila and Maurice are in the room for the talk, but the kids are overjoyed to see him - since Olivia knows him as the man who rescued her.
* Olivia says she was attacked and knocked out in her house in Britain outside Bailey about 1 year ago. She only heard of Parkhurst from her kidnappers - as Regent to the Queen of the Seelie Court. They moved around the world, including Egypt where a rescue attempt happened in Thebes. Thebans set the house on fire, but then Paige St. Mar chased them off using illusions. The boss was not a human or someone with the Condition - he had eyes with pure-black irises, tall and big with brown hair.
* Jason says he is from Ohio and then later California, where he was kidnapped from a house near L.A. He says he saw Parkhurst once when he was in that house.
* They report that Ricky was an American who was kidnapped last.

* J.T. and Lila returned Lovejoy and Casey to Detroit blindfolded. At the Rose, there was a note from Voisson that she will be in town on the 25th and will meet there.
* Parkhurst arrives in the evening, fresh from a fight. He says to keep the Katie-Maturin letter a secret. Matthias Dargon was a mover and shaker from before Parkhurst's time - not a Fae. He implies the time difference and longevity, but hasn't said it clearly. Doc Walters admits that he was taken by Parkhurst to the community on the 14th to talk to people - he is mysterious about this.
* Parkhurst rests for a few hours, while they bring Lovejoy and Casey back to see him. He reports later that the third child, Ricky, is close to being rescued.

* Parkhurst takes J.T., Lila, Lovejoy, Casey, and Doc Walters through the root cellar into the community - supposedly in New Jersey, though the glow in the sky suggests something strange. There are apparently ~300 with the Condition, ~200 human staff, and ~400+ companions and other humans. There are no modern amenities, but various livestock except heavy plow animals or wagons. Parkhurst warns against seeing the "horses".

* They meet Theo - a man in pseudo-Renaissance-style clothes with riding boots. He is short (5'4"), stocky, and appears about 50 years old - with pure black irises. He tells them that the children were kidnapped to be used as tools - talented sneak thieves - by a Devarney. He intended to infect the children with a disease to strike at the Fae, inducing an atavism to a feral, animalistic state like the "Before Times". Devarney is dead now.
* He explains the time ratio of 60:1 with the community, and the Fae immortality - saying the oldest ever is around 1500 years old, while around here the oldest is probably around 300. He refers to the "Before Times" - before the Queen took over 3 years ago. After at first saying that he didn't know about them or their parents, he reports that their parents are dead.
* He says that the necro-phage is from Outside the universe, from a dangerous dimension that will begin incursions starting in October in New York. The three communities: Seelie Court in New Jersey, the less civilized Unseelie Court in New York, and the dangerous Enclave in eastern Europe (Devarney's group).

* The visitors briefly meet Theo's daughter, Sofia Weiss. They then split up and wander the community to learn more.

=== Sun, Aug 21 ===
* ''(Session Twelve - May 31, 2013)''
* The group (including Victor, now) have long conversations with Theo Weiss (who offers them some tasks) and Hannelore Rhyner.
* Theo wants to understand what is where the children were going (to get at the heart of the plan to try to use them to infect the community).
* Hannelore helps clarify a lot of the unanswered questions surrounding Katie/Heather Flynn.
* We learn that Parkhurst is an evil fiend (well, that's how Victor interpreted it!)
* The mystery of the barn is resolved.
* Sun, Aug 21: The group wander the community and discuss issues and evidence. J.T. found from Parkhurst that he found Ricky in Kansas City.
* Lovejoy theorizes about Macklin's murder - citing off the Seelie, Unseelie, unaligned, the Enclave, and the Russians (who might have protected some "Before Times" Fae using obscure magical technology).
* According to Doc, Parkhurst says that he gave Katie his journal. (He gave it supposedly because of the schism over the treatment within the community.)
* Theo says that Parkhurst has a high sense of personal honor, and is unlikely to lie. The Seelie court was created here 6 months ago shallow world time. A woman named Hannah, who also became Medea in 1929 just before the night of miracles, who also become the Queen. The Queen is a separate power figure - the Queen of Air and Darkness, while Medea is the one who brought the change (in France in 1929). The community was only created 6 months ago; while the Fae took residence about 4 months ago.
* The necrophage came here in an incursion ages ago. Those infected go into a 3-day transformation after they seemed to die. They adopt a new name and personality. They used to live alone or in small family groups. After many centuries, they become incorporeal Elders. (Vandervecken, who was killed in Kansas City a few years ago, was 700 years old and just recently became an elder. He is leader of the Unseelie.)
* There is magical life force, called the Ambient, which started rising years ago and took a giant leap up about 3-4 years ago. A group of Elders contacted the Enclave, who became riders of the Fae of the Enclave, allowing them to survive the Ambient. He says that the Fae cannot do magic.
* Heather, Franz, and Jean-Marc were travelling with Maturin De Bonnevault, who was a very old Nightfolk obsessed with Hanna/Medea, acting for the Enclave. When Maturin vanished, Heather was captured by Parkhurst. (We note the Farbeck had Heather's letter to Maturin. There was a Farbeck in the history of the Enclave - not clear if it is the same.)
* The Seelie and Unseelie have non-aggression agreement, and were both transformed by Medea.
* Theo says that Matthias Dargon (mentioned in the letter) was a cult leader, dead now. Carl Ellis is a good man. Hannibal King keeps his word.

* They arrange with Parkhurst to meet with Hannah. Looks to be in her late 30s, with brilliant grey eyes, with waist-length shiny black hair and pale skin. (Like a Gothic heroine)
* Hasn't seen Heather since she left L.A. Mssr. Huber might have information. (Mentions she had left Buffalo to go to L.A.)
* Says she has a position of leadership - more as a spiritual leader. Mentions raising children, the goals. harm children, impede progress, ...
* "I do not feel they owe me... chosen by ?fate?" ... was an alienist - into objective observation... Says that Dr. Parkhurst is the right person for the job and is trustworthy despite tendency to violence and to fly off the handle.
* Re: Theo, he feels he must to do what he must to preserve the shallow world...
* Ultimately, she would like the walls of the court broken down, living among the rest of you...
* She explains the current theory is that the space come through is inhabited by entities - some thinking, some not - and the barrier to that space is weakening. She believes this entirely, and wants to help...
* Maturin De Bonnevault was the head of the household, attended by majordomo Franz Huber, bodyguard Jean (professional criminal in France) and his son "Petit Jean", and Heather (infrequent companion to Maturin). Maturin tried to arrange Parkhurst to be Hannah's companion, and failing that he kidnapped Hanah from her house in Buffalo. Parkhurst located them, but Maturin escaped having done terrible things to Hannah.
* What happened to Franz (in the incident in the letter)? Hanna drank from him (Communion), and he was adversely affected.
* Parkhurst went crazy, and possibly tortured Miss Flynn to get information on where Maturin went. He was no longer a doctor in spirit after that. She was loyal to Maturin but gave out information, then became prisoner of the Seelie.
* Parkhurst found his serum a failure and stopped work on it. He sent copies to Theo Weiss and Mr. Ellis. Hanna asked Parkhurst for the serum; he refused; loyal Seelie beat him up to get the serum from him. He then gave the journal to Heather, telling her to take it far from the Seelie.

* Alanna shows up, young woman known as "Mistress of the Hunt". She shows them the horses, which look like jet-black horses with flexible necks, sharp teeth, and intelligent eyes. She warns especially to avoid their bite which is poisonous. J.T. and Grayson both try riding them in the corral, under Alanna's supervision. Grayson does particularly well, and J.T. does well enough to avoid being injured.

=== Mon, Aug 22 ===
* ''(Session Thirteen - July 5, 2013)''
* JT, Victor, and Obediah (and maybe Lila) remain behind at the Seelie Court for a couple of months, while the others return.
* In the evening, JT, Victor, and Candide meet with Axler. Axler indicates that something big is going to happen in the next few weeks and he wants the Irish Rose crew to be involved. JT indicates he is not interested in things like kidnapping children and Axler assures him that the job won't effect his delicate sensibilities.

=== Tue, Aug 23 ===
* Victor and Candide stakeout Cooper-Levitt's house and see Farbeque leave. They decide to break in and poke around. They (well, mostly Victor) foolishly steal 4 bottles discovered in a box (the same box that was retrieved from the Purple Gang drop site).

=== Wed, Aug 24 - Aug 27 ===
* ''(Session Fourteen - July 14, 2013)''
* Over the course of these days:
* --Obediah meets with Voisoine. She offers to give him the secret in return for 'a favor to be chosen later' or to just supply him the ingredient for mixing. He defers this deal while he determines what he wants to do. When Candide departs for KC, Obediah returns to the Seelie Court.
* -- McMann continues to poke around trying to find the missing children. On the 27th, he encounters a prostitute who gives him a lead on Farbeque.
* -- Lovejoy does some more research and heads down to Kansas City on the trail of the last missing child. He follows up various leads and eventually locates the likely location of the children at a farmhouse visited by the murdered housing agent, Bitterman.
* -- Candide mostly stays with Obediah to protect him. He journeys to Kansas City on the 27th to help locate the missing child with his 'special vision/senses'.
* -- JT and Victor revisit the Seelie Court before traveling down to KC to help locate the last missing child. They blunder about a bit, but eventually they show up to assist Lovejoy in his investigations.

=== Sun, Aug 28 - Sep 2 ===
* Retracing Bitterman's movements, Candide finds that Fae of some sort are located at an abandoned farmhouse.
* More Seelie are summoned to help with an assault on the farmhouse.
* During the attack, it is discovered that the farmhouse is cover for an underground research facility.
* Russian scientists and American scientists from Pentheus are working to establish mind control over 'abomination' Fae.
* In the attack, all of the Abominations are destroyed, as well as a 'Triad' of psychics and many of the scientists.
* The Seelie brought to help in the assault murder the American scientists who surrender, on orders from Candide.
* The scientists who survive are interrogated. By pretending to be allies of Boyar Rulianoff, a scientist is tricked into giving up many details of the research.
* The surviving scientists are delivered to James O'Keefe, former friend and current member of the Federal Government.
* Everyone travels to the Seelie Court to assess matters.

=== Fri, Sep 2 - Sep 6 ===
* Victor receives a letter from the Boyar inviting him and his allies to travel to Russia to meet with Tsarina Ineska.
* Before journeying to Russia, the group decides to spend 3 real world days (180 Seelie Court days) learning Russian and pursuing other interests in the Court.

=== Tue, Sep 6 ===
* The group travels to New York and they meet with Meridon Caine, where they discover that she is an all-around awesome person.

The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Non-Player Persons of Interest

2013-09-20T04:50:07Z

Redland Jack:

Return to [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose]].

[[category: The Irish Rose Matter]]

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! [[File:Abe Axler.jpeg|150px]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Abe Axel | Axel, Abe]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Michael Barnes | Barnes, Michael]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Meridon Caine | Caine, Meridon]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Bernard Cohen | Cohen, Bernard]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Vivian Cooper-Levitt | Cooper-Levitt, Vivian]]
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! [[File:Fred Copely.jpeg|150px|Renowned Hearst Editor Fred Copely]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Fred Copely | Copely, Fred]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Voisin du Montaine | du Montaine, Voisin]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Carl Ellis | Ellis, Carl]]
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! [[File:Daphne Ferris.jpeg|150px|Daphne Ferris]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Daphne Ferris | Ferris, Daphne]]
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! [[File:Eddie Fletcher.jpeg|150px|Eddie Fletcher]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Eddie Fletcher | Fletcher, Eddie]]
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! [[File:Heather Flynn.jpg|150px|The heart of the whole matter.]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Heather Flynn | Flynn, Heather]]
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! [[File:Dick Foley.jpeg|150px|Dick Foley]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Dick Foley | Foley, Dick]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: William Hart | Hart, William L.]]
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! [[File:Danny Macklin.jpeg|150px|Danny Macklin, dead heel.]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Danny Macklin | Macklin, Danny]]
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! [[File:Frank_murphy.jpeg|150px|The Honorable Frank Murphy]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Frank Murphy | Murphy, Frank]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: John Navarre | Navarre, John]]
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! [[File:Pmb_p60t.jpg|150px|c|Gregory Parkhurst]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Gregory Parkhurst | Dr. Parkhurst, Gregory]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: George Philips | Philips, George]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Hannelore Rhyner | Rhyner, Hannelore]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Alexis Romanoff | Romanoff, Alexis]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Ineska Romanoff | Romanoff, Ineska]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Boyar Rulionoff | Boyar Rulionoff, P.]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Franklin Scott | Reverend Scott, Franklin]]
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! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Katherine Scott | Scott, Katherine]]
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! [[File:Theo.jpg|150px|c|Theo Weiss]]
! [[The Stars Are Right: The Irish Rose: Theo Weiss | Weiss, Theo]]
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!* Farbeque, Lorenzo
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!* Comte de la Ferre
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TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter22

2013-09-20T04:35:35Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "Dear Mr. Redland, Thank you so much for your lovely letter. I hope you will forgive me for not seeing you at Wisphers. As you may recall, when we last met, my circumstance..."

Dear Mr. Redland,

Thank you so much for your lovely letter. I hope you will forgive me for not seeing you at Wisphers. As you may recall, when we last met, my circumstances were very different than they are now.

I was, to put it delicately, “not myself.” I have been spending most of my time since arriving in France, under the care of Dr. Kent, who lives here in Chalone. It was he who suggested to me that it might be best to wait perhaps a little longer before seeing persons connected with my time in England.

With Dr. Kent’s help, I have begun to accept and readjust to how the world truly is – rather than how I would wish it to be. Admittedly, there are still times when I am confused. Things sometimes blur together, and a modern convenience will seem to have a shadowy second self. . .. the electric lamp on the library table seeming to be laid over with an echo resembling a kerosene lamp.

At moments like that, Dr. Kent has given me some exercises to help banish such phantoms. In the main they work very well. When they do not, I spend time in my room at Dr. Kent’s house – with a book – until my thoughts clear enough to allow me to rejoin the world.

Dr. Kent assures me that these periods of “alternity” will continue to be fewer and fewer – and to be further apart – until they are gone altogether.

I must confess that I often fell fragile – and do not yet trust myself outside of the quiet protection of Chalone. Perhaps when I am entirely lucid, I will feel strong enough to brave crowds and noise. Until then I am quite content to enjoy the turn of the seasons here in France.

I have been trying as hard as I can to piece together who I am, and what I remember from before. It is quite frustrating to view one’s life as a series of snapshots without context. Rather like old family photographs that have no names or dates scribed on them. You know somehow, they belong to you – but beyond that – they are meaningless.

So, if I sound dispassionate about what I remember, it is only because it now seems to me as if it all happened to someone else.

Let me tell you first that everything personal about myself is gone from my memory – and I do not yet know if it will come back. It is quite possible that my name is not even Laura, but something else entirely different. (Though “Laura” seems to suit me well enough.) I do not yet recall where I have come from, who my parents are, or how I came to be where you found me.

My entire past seems to have escaped me. Dr. Kent says that I have only mislaid it, and that it will turn up again! Or more accurately he believes that it is possible that those memories have been deliberately erased – or hidden so completely inside of me that I cannot find them yet.

I find this a very interesting concept. If it is true, and if it is possible . . it suggests that there is some significance to the missing information. That there is some important reason for it not to be known, either by myself – or by others.

And, what, say I, should we make of that?

I suppose I should no longer keep you on tenterhooks. You wrote to me asking about Donal, not to hear about my idle thoughts. Again, I am not sure if Donal is actually his name – but I can at least tell you about the man that I know as Donal. For there is no saying for certain that your Donal and my Donal are one and the same.

First I must disappoint you by writing that I cannot yet remember when or where we met. Thus everything else I set down concerning him is without foundation; based only on my faulty and perhaps false memories.

Donal, has been a friend of my family and my personal guardian for as long as I remember. I know for certain that he is not related to me. Therefore not an Uncle or Cousin . . and certainly not a Brother! Nor do I believe he was employed by my family . . . rather someone who knew my parents and must have been trusted by them.

He is a wiry man, lean and hard, with a shock of white hair, and a lovely accent . . up-country I think – or even of that soft Scots variety that sounds educated, even when it isn’t. I would guess his age to be about fifty-five or sixty. Though in thinking back, this must certainly be deceptive. As a young girl, I remember him this way . . . and as a young adult, I remember him being the same. Clearly this must be one of those “alternity” moments, mixing up past and future and now and what is not real for me. Certainly what I remember him being at age seven, could not be true at age twenty.

Donal filled the place of my frequently absent and distant parents. I do not remember ever having siblings . . . or much in the way of friends my own age. Donal was an engaging Nanny . . seeing to both my entertainment and my education. It is to him you may thank my lovely penmanship in this letter.

I will not bore you too much with the scraps and fragments that I remember from childhood. They are too piecemeal to have any use to us – except that I know that it was as pleasant and happy as any childhood might be. Or at least I remember nothing horrible or dark when I think about it. Though . . . that may mean much or mean nothing.

As you may guess, there are gaps . . large ones, between where I was, how I got there, and where I am now. I have no strong concept of when in time certain things happened. So forgive me if I cannot give you all the answers that you might wish.

I know that two men came to speak with Donal not long ago. One was American by accent, the other Russian by accent. Both well dressed, though the Russian man less so. The American was in his forties with dark hair, and a scar on his left hand. The Russian a little younger, with light hair, and a good command of English – from this I presumed that he had received a fairly high level of education.

Donal sent me upstairs so that they would not know that I was there. They talked behind closed doors . . . but I came back down the stairs to try to hear what I could. I am embarrassed to admit that I tried to eavesdrop . . but visitors were so rare and unusual that I threw over politeness for curiosity.

Of course I could not make out what they said – only scraps of sound and a sense of the emotions that were there.

At first it was quiet. Then I heard a snatch of a song – an old children’s tune . . the one about the spider and the waterspout.

The three of them argued. There was heat and yelling, and a lot of anger. I got the impression that Donal knew these men – if not personally – then perhaps by reputation.

After about twenty minutes the doors to the room opened suddenly, and I was caught . . on the staircase . . exactly where Donal did not want me to be.

All of them looked at me. Donal, flushed with anger and surprise – the other two simply calm, as if they had expected it all along.

The Russian said, “You see. It is true, as I said. “

The American nodded, and said, “We are not going to cause trouble here, in front of her, with you, Donal. You need to think about your responsibilities, and what you are supposed to do. “

They both nodded at me, and then they left.

I apologized to Donal, for not staying where I should have, and he just sighed, and told me that it hadn’t mattered, since they knew anyway that I was here.

I tried to question him, but he would say nothing more to me.

Shortly after that he took me to the seacoast in England, and left me there. Telling me to wait patiently and soon enough some very nice people would take me home.

He took my hand, and promised that he would always be able to come when I needed him, but that I should not call for him unless it was a dire emergency. He gave to me the half-crown piece, which I have included in this letter. Saying that should it be required, I would only need to hold tight to it, and think of him . . . and he would come.

After that, things are again very disjointed to me. I remember wandering along the coast, and the people who took me to the place that you found me in. I do not remember Donal leaving, but I do recall that I took great pains to hide the half-crown from them, so that they could not take it away from me.

So now, Redland . . you know as much as I remember about things concerning Donal. No doubt as my time with Dr. Kent continues, I will be able to recall more of the details, and possibly even times or dates to place it all inside of.

I don’t know if any of this is helpful to you. Or even if the half-crown means anything beyond just a symbol to help relieve my anxiety about being parted from Donal. I send it to you, as Dr. Kent says that it would be best for me to learn to rely on myself, and not so much on Donal.

Do write to me again about what you are doing, and where you are. While the people here in Chalone are very pleasant, I should like to hear from someone that I know. And you are my only link to the outside world.

Your Friend

Laura

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack

2013-09-20T04:31:18Z

Redland Jack:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page|'''Return to Main Page''']]
 

Name: Redland Jack (Jack Redmond) Str: 6
Occupation: None (formerly an Economics Professor) Con: 6
Nationality: British (English) Siz: 11
Gender: Male App: 9
Age: 33 (April 30, 1899) Dex: 12
Height: 6'1" Pow: 11
Weight: Current (143 lbs) -- Normal (143 lbs) Int: 18
Hair Color: Brownish (short) Edu: 21

Representative Statements:
"Is it dangerous?"--"Maybe we can talk to them?"--"It's always good to know more."--"I'm just a lackey."
 

[[File:RedlandJack.jpg|upleft=1.25|c|Redland Jack]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|'''Sanity Tracker (updated August 6, 2013)''']] (current sanity = 15.5) 

'''Carl Ellis Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1|Carl's Journal Entries, part 1]]

'''Letters''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter1|Letter to Laura (6th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter2|Letter to Grimaldi (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter3|Letter to Maxine (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter4|Letter from Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter5|Letter to Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter6|Letter to Laura (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter7|Letter to Laura (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter8|Letter to Meridon (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter9|Letter to Milo (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter10|Letter to Laura (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter11|Letter to Henrik (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter12|Letter to Laura (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter13|Letter to Laura (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter14|Letter to Carl (Xth) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter15|Letter from Li Mai (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter16|Letter from Maxine (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter17|Letter to Pentheus (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter18|Letter to Henrik (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter19|Note to Alanna (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter20|Note to Meridon (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter21|Note from Meridon (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter22|Letter from Laura (1st) (updated September 19, 2013)]]

'''Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal1|Early Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:WereWeInDanger|Were we ever in Danger?]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Grifters|Grifters]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Companions1|Companions1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal2|Rambling Journal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Pharaoh|Pharaoh Deal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Walpurgis|Cornwall Concerns]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sacrifices|Sacrifices]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tibet|Tibet Journal Scrap]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Hexagon|Hexagon of Principles]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Outsiders|Research on Outsiders]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MoreTibet|Tibet Questions]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DryNotes|Dry Notes]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OfEvil|Of Evil]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Ruminations|Ruminations]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Items|Noteworthy Items]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts1|Ongoing Thoughts 1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities|Abandoned/Completed Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities2|Low/Long Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:NewYork|NYC]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Consequentialism1|Ends and Means]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Women|Women]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DamagedJournal|Damaged Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Priorities3|High/Short Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tricks|Tricks of the Trade]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal3|Unskilled Journal Entry (updated March 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts|Ongoing Thoughts 2 (updated June 16, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:LetterE1|Letter (Extract) (updated July 19, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Plan (updated May 31, 2011))]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandStats|Character Sheet (updated August 6, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJournal4|A Desolation Note (updated November 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry (updated June 13, 2013)]]

'''Conversations'''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote2|New York Chat 2 (updated November 11, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote1|New York Chat 1 (updated June 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:JakeNote1|Idle Conversation? (updated May 20, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12a|Summoning Extract (updated November 10, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12|A Voice from the Present (updated December 21, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote11|A Voice from the Ages (updated October 30, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DaleNote1|Nothing Left to Lose (updated November 13, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote9|Moving Crosscurrent of Time (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HerlNote1|Insomnia (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote10|Carl and Jack in Russia (updated August 16, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote2|Meridon Caine Stuff (updated August 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote8|Evening Chat in Chalon (updated April 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenRebNote1|Wisphers Chat (updated March 28, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote1|A Phone Call (updated March 23, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7a|After the Meeting 2nd half (updated March 4, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7|After the Meeting 1st half (updated February 2, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote3|Cabin Fever (updated Dec. 13, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:PentheusConversation|Pentheus Conversation (updated September 18, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TrainConversation|Train Conversation (updated October 8, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote1|Quick Note to Carl (updated July 17, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote2|4/8 Morning (updated July 30, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenrikNote1|Philosophy with Henrik (updated November 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote4|Usher Deal (April 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNotes|Balances (updated April 6, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote1|Magic Chat with Rebecca (updated October 21, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote5|An Unexpected Offer (updated April 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote2|Bond Chat (updated February 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote6|Early Carl Chat (updated August 27, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote|First Chat? (updated March 30, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote2|Early Chat (updated May 11, 2007)]]

TheStarsAreRight:Updates

2013-09-19T05:52:05Z

Redland Jack:

[http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page '''Return to Main Page''']

09/18/2013 - Added most of the letters sent and received by Redland Jack and Victor Grayson to their respective pages.

09/14/2013 - Separated Faction and NPC information for The Irish Rose Matter. Added portraits, where it seemed appropriate. Also bios, etc; should allow for more useful cross-referencing.

09/03/2013 - Finished up the July entries for Carl's journal. Of course, I started on July 25, so that's not overly impressive...

08/31/2013 - Started transcribing Carl's journal [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|(here)]] from the back half of 1928. Currently looks to be about Madisonville and the fallout from that.

07/07/2013 - Andrew added character pages for Candide and Michael McMann, and updated other pages accordingly. Also generated category pages for various factions affiliated with player characters within Detroit.

06/24/2013 - Added a brief (biased) summary of the last Redland Jack group (China edition) session. [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileySessionJune2013|June 2013 Session]]

06/24/2013 - Andrew made (more!) substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/13/2013 - Updated Jack's [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|Sanity Tracker]] and added [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce updated the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]]

06/11/2013 - Janyce created the [[Maturine_DeBonnevault|Maturine De Bonnevault Character Page]] including biography and personal letters (and managed to misspell his first name in every instance)

06/11/2013 - Added Sophia's timeline for the Junior J-Men (and women) to the front page to make it easier to find.

06/11/2013 - Merged the Timeline and Narrative Timeline for the Irish Rose and then eliminated the Narrative Timeline.

06/11/2013 - Added Gunner "Stabby" Waa and Montgomery Scott to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]].

06/03/2013 - Added some [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGraysonRuminations|Ruminations]] from Victor Grayson.

06/03/2013 - Andrew made substantial revisions to the Irish Rose page.

06/01/2013 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline |Irish Rose Timeline]] and made some moves on the active/inactive members for the Rose.

04/26/2013 - Janyce created the [[Cross_Reference_Index|Cross Reference Index]], added new information about [[Steele|Steele]], added information to [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]] for 1900 and 1932

04/25/2013 - Janyce added a photo of [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - Janyce updated and extended information about [[GREGORY_PARKHURST|Gregory Parkhurst]]

04/12/2013 - John updated the Irish Rose timeline with lots of info.

11/26/2012 - Added to the Irish Rose timeline. As always, I have the best grip on what happened to my character, so if I'm missing anything, feel free to add and/or amend!

11/24/2012 - Andrew added a large stack of information to the Irish Rose page

11/14/2012 - Janyce added information to Samuel, Esther, Ruth and Adam Hopkins at [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Characters]]

06/10/2012 - Andrew spiffed up the [[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|Irish Rose]] info, added a bunch of stuff, and posted the newspaper articles from Lovejoy.

06/10/2012 - John added a group-specific introduction and timeline to the main page for the Irish Rose game.

11/20/2011 - Created a [[TheStarsAreRight:VictorGrayson|Victor Grayson]] page.

11/20/2011 - Added characters to [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]. Moved characters from Active to [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]].

11/20/2011 - Added the Irish Rose groups first exploits to the [[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]].

11/16/2011 - Added a short November session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/13/2011 - Added a journal entry and a conversation with Maxine Scott at the usual spot: [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

11/13/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think I actually have the dates correct this time!

11/10/2011 - John added a June session summary to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

11/09/2011 - Added excerpts from 1929 Carl Ellis [[CARL_ELLIS_1929_DOCUMENTS|Journals]]

10/26/2011 - Added information to [[The_Island_Family#References|The Island Families]]

10/26/201l - Added text of [[March_15,_1929_-_Letter_To_Carl_Ellis|letter]] from Jon Riswold to Carl Ellis - March 1929

10/26/2011 - Added the first of the [[TheStarsAreRight:Andrew_Scott|Andrew Scott]] archives, added [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Rasmul.2C_Katyana_aka_Albina_Mercade|Katyana Rasmul]] to important NPCs. Added [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#JUNE_1928|June 1928]] to the history time-line.

06/19/2011 - [[DIRK_MICHAELS_BIOGRAPHY|Dirk Michaels Biography]] added by Sophianna Ardinger

06/17/2011 - Added character sheet; updated 'ongoing thoughts 2' and 'sanity tracker' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page. Readded link to Henrik's character sheet [[Henrik Mueller|here]].

06/15/2011 - Added substantially to the [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign|Glossary]]

06/14/2011 - Added the first of articles to [[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]], and some small additions to the 1929 time line.

06/13/2011 - Added [[July_20,_1930_--_Letter_To_Alexi_Vishnevesky]] to the [[Lamont_Coleman|Lamont Coleman Archives]]

06/13/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Kruglinsky.2C_Kyle|Kyle Kruginsky]], [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Vishnevesky.2C_Alexi|Alexi Vishnevesky]] and [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Armstrong.2C_Jack|Jack Armstrong]] to the Inactive Players page.

06/13/2011 - Added a conversation with Maxine to the [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]] page.

06/12/2011 - Added Van der Decken and Reynard to 'Important NPCs'. My descriptions are brief and I may have misspelled their names... so, job well done... (Van der Decken -- corrected to Van Der Vecken)

06/12/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. I think we've agreed that it is August 5, so I've mildly amended a couple of dates to be consistent with this.

06/12/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Waters.2C_James|James Waters]] to Active Player Characters.

06/12/2011 - Added to 1928 letters section of the Carl Ellis Archives [[November_21,_1928_--_Letter_To_Hannalore_Rhyner]]

06/12/2011 - Added first of the glossary words to [[Terms_Used_Within_The_Campaign]]

06/12/2011 - Added to the letters section of the Carl Emerson Archives. [[Carl_Emerson_January_1927_-_Personal_Letters|January 1927]] and [[Carl_Emerson_May_1927_-_Personal_Letters|May 1927]]

06/01/2011 - Added [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Kingston.2C_Jacob_.22Deuce.22|Jacob "Deuce" Kingston]] to Active Player Characters.

05/31/2011 - Small update to notes for Redland, including [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Redland Jack Plan]]

05/23/2011 - Added some notes from [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack]].

05/20/2011 - Added a conversation, updated Sanity Tracker, and updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

05/18/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Lawrence Eveling (though my description is pretty crummy).

05/18/2011 - Updated the [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Bailey Timeline]]. As always, the dates may be off by a little bit.

05/18/2011 - Added Gezak and Jake to Active Player Characters. Moved Dale Parsons and Frank Pallucelli to Inactive Player Characters.

05/18/2011 - Updated - Inactive Player Characters [[Steele]], [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1928|Entire Game History - 1928]]

05/14/2011 - Updated - [[Entire_Game_History_Time_Line#1929|Entire Game History]] - dates 1894, 1919. 1929

05/14/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Dacia Coleman (nee Neville)

05/13/2011 - Updated Important NPC page - adding Peter Fagin

05/13/2011 - Updated Hannelore Rhyner 1929 Documents [[Hannelore_Rhyner_April_1929]]

01/21/2011 - Updated entry for Baron Hauptmann on 'Important NPCs'

01/11/2011 - Added Session Recap to Other Bailey Info, updated 'Bailey Timeline', updated 'Sanity Tracker'.

12/23/2010 - Added 'Sanity Tracker' to Redland Jack's page.

12/21/2010 - Added Session Recap and Summoning Extract to [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

12/21/2010 - Updated/Added some 'Important NPCs': Roger LaForge, Prometheus, Diana Stevenson, Petter Varr

12/21/2010 - Updated 1 'conversation' on Redland Jack's page (in bold).

12/21/2010 - Updated 'Bailey Timeline'

11/13/2010 - Added/updated 3 'conversations' on Redland's page.

10/30/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'

10/30/2010 - Added 2 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

10/26/2010 - Added 5 new 'conversations' to Redland's page.

09/29/2010 - Added Tsarina Ineska to 'Important NPCs', Dale Parsons to 'Active Players', and updated the 'Bailey' Timeline.

07/19/2010 - Added an extract of a letter to Redland's page. Updated Redland's stats.

07/08/2010 - Added Idrinya to 'Important NPCs'

07/01/2010 - Added Yuri to 'Important NPCs' (whether he is or not...) 

07/01/2010 - Updated 'Ongoing Thoughts 2' on the Redland Jack page (to include some new information on Donal).

06/28/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'.

04/12/2010 - Added Father Patrick(sp) to the 'Active Players' list.

04/12/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline'. The dates there are getting really sketchy, so if I remember, I'll try to shore them up next time we meet.

03/12/2010 - Added a weak journal entry and the first part of a conversation between Carl and Redland. The usual spot, [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|here.]]

03/08/2010 - Updated the 'Bailey Timeline' [http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline '''here'''].
As usual, it's not a world-beater of an update, so feel free to fill it out with more details if you like.

03/06/2010 - Carl/Jack conversation finished. As usual, Carl has a lot of interesting things to say ... Redland also participates. It's pretty long, so I broke it into two pieces:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|Redland Jack's page]]

After the Meeting (1st and 2nd half)

02/16/2010 - information added to the following pages:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
::Pierre Farquelle

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]
::Jon Riswold

:[[GAME TIME LINE 1903]]
::Added information to September
::Added information to October

:[[Jonathan Riswold October 1903]] Letter From Pierre Farquell

:[[Hannelore Rhyner January 1929 - Personal Letters]]

:[[DETAILED TIME LINE JANUARY 1929]]

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TheStarsAreRight:Main Page

2013-09-19T05:49:56Z

Redland Jack:

This Wiki details the history of a Call of Cthulhu campaign begun in 1983. The campaign has been running uninterrupted since that inception date.
Game play began in January of 1920, and has since moved into the early thirties.
 
* [[TheStarsAreRight:Updates|'''''WIKI UPDATES (updated September 18, 2013)''''']] 
* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack|'''''Quick Link to Redland Jack's page''''']]
 
''NOTE - BLUE TEXT INDICATES ACTIVE LINKS''

=='''Entire Game History Time Line'''==

[[Entire Game History Time Line|Campaign Timeline]]

This scary, huge time line tracks the movements of all of the characters and events that have happened in the game, as gleaned from the source materials.

=='''Cross References'''==

[[Cross Reference Index|Cross Reference Page]]

An attempt to cross reference and index the information about the campaign

=='''Cast Of Characters'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers|Active Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers|Inactive Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters|Important Non Player Characters]]
* [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters|Other Non Player Characters]]

=='''Campaign Summaries'''==

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Introduction|General Introduction to the Campaigns]]

There are three groups currently: The Elders, Bailey and the Sea (aka The Redland Jack group), The Irish Rose (...).

===Bailey And The Sea===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyTimeline|Timeline]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:BaileyInfo|Other Bailey Info]]

===[[The_Stars_Are_Right:_The_Irish_Rose|The Irish Rose]]===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TheIrishRoseTimeline | Timeline]]

''In Detroit in 1932, an oddly matched group of characters balances gangsters, a mysterious medical condition, an odd preacher and his sister and a state hospital scandal in an effort to figure out the complicated workings of the under classes.''

===Junior J-Men (and women)===

* [[TheStarsAreRight:GovAgents|Timeline]]

===[[The Stars Are Right: China - Gods and Monsters|China - Gods and Monsters]]===

''At the start of October 1932, an expedition is sent to China to make a deal with Li Mai regarding a stronghold in China and the status of Auda.''

=='''Diaries - A Collection Of Character Writings'''==

[[Steele_Poem|Steele - Undated Poem.]]
::*Thought to have been composed during or just after Hannelore Rhyner's transformation into Medea on October 19, 1929

=='''Game History And Plot Summaries'''==

[[The Dark Queen|The Dark Queen]]

=='''Game Mechanics'''==

To be added soon.

== '''Glossary'''==

[[Terms Used Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Groups'''==

[[Important Groups Within The Campaign]]

=='''Important Locations'''==

[[Trujillo, Spain]]

=='''The Library - A Collection of Writings'''==

[[TheStarsAreRight:The Tablets Of Aelda|The Tablets Of Aelda]]

[[TheStarsAreRight:Misc_Letters|Misc. Letters]]

[[TheStarsAreRight:Newspapers|Newspapers]]

=='''External Links'''==

* [http://cthulhu.meetup.com/53/ Meetup.com: The Stars Are Right]
:This includes scheduling information and some useful files (the introductory file and blank character bio file)

* [http://jhkimrpg.livejournal.com/52332.html LJ Post: "Cthulhu Meetup"] (Feb 21, 2007)
:A personal report on joining one of the campaigns.

* [http://collection.hht.net.au/firsthhtpictures/quickSearch.jsp Historic Houses Trust]
:A phenomenal collection of vintage Australian photos, including the Police and Justice File.

* [http://www.nlm.nih.gov/hmd/ihm/ Images from the History of Medicine]
:Need an illustration from a sixteenth century medical text for... oh, reasons? IHM has you covered and then some. Also includes propaganda, public service posters, tools and impedimenta, and lots and lots of Victorian anatomy illustrations.

* [http://nycma.lunaimaging.com/luna/servlet NYC Municipal Archives]
:Over three quarters of a million photographs from the late 1800s on. Another great resource for period images of crime scenes, night shots, etc. Look for the body stuffed in an oil can!

* [http://historicdetroit.org/ Historic Detroit]
:Lots of essays and photographs of, well, historic Detroit! Especially useful for the Irish Rosers.

* [http://www.mythicdetroit.org/ Mythic Detroit]
: On the other end of the scale, a wiki devoted entirely to the weird and unsettling aspects of Detroit then and now. Check out the [//www.mythicdetroit.org/index.php?n=Main.VoodooMurders Voodoo Murders]!

[[Category:Call of Cthulhu]]
[[Category:Campaign Setup]]

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJack

2013-09-18T05:41:12Z

Redland Jack:

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Main_Page|'''Return to Main Page''']]
 

Name: Redland Jack (Jack Redmond) Str: 6
Occupation: None (formerly an Economics Professor) Con: 6
Nationality: British (English) Siz: 11
Gender: Male App: 9
Age: 33 (April 30, 1899) Dex: 12
Height: 6'1" Pow: 11
Weight: Current (143 lbs) -- Normal (143 lbs) Int: 18
Hair Color: Brownish (short) Edu: 21

Representative Statements:
"Is it dangerous?"--"Maybe we can talk to them?"--"It's always good to know more."--"I'm just a lackey."
 

[[File:RedlandJack.jpg|upleft=1.25|c|Redland Jack]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sanity|'''Sanity Tracker (updated August 6, 2013)''']] (current sanity = 15.5) 

'''Carl Ellis Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlJournal1|Carl's Journal Entries, part 1]]

'''Letters''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter1|Letter to Laura (6th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter2|Letter to Grimaldi (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter3|Letter to Maxine (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter4|Letter from Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter5|Letter to Grimaldi (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter6|Letter to Laura (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter7|Letter to Laura (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter8|Letter to Meridon (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter9|Letter to Milo (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter10|Letter to Laura (5th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter11|Letter to Henrik (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter12|Letter to Laura (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter13|Letter to Laura (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter14|Letter to Carl (Xth) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter15|Letter from Li Mai (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter16|Letter from Maxine (1st) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter17|Letter to Pentheus (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter18|Letter to Henrik (4th) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter19|Note to Alanna (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter20|Note to Meridon (3rd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter21|Note from Meridon (2nd) (updated September 17, 2013)]]

'''Journal Entries''' 

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal1|Early Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:WereWeInDanger|Were we ever in Danger?]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Grifters|Grifters]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Companions1|Companions1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal2|Rambling Journal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Pharaoh|Pharaoh Deal]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Walpurgis|Cornwall Concerns]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Sacrifices|Sacrifices]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tibet|Tibet Journal Scrap]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Hexagon|Hexagon of Principles]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Outsiders|Research on Outsiders]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MoreTibet|Tibet Questions]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DryNotes|Dry Notes]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:OfEvil|Of Evil]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Ruminations|Ruminations]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Items|Noteworthy Items]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts1|Ongoing Thoughts 1]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities|Abandoned/Completed Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CurrentPriorities2|Low/Long Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:NewYork|NYC]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Consequentialism1|Ends and Means]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Women|Women]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DamagedJournal|Damaged Journal Entry]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Priorities3|High/Short Term Priorities]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Tricks|Tricks of the Trade]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal3|Unskilled Journal Entry (updated March 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Thoughts|Ongoing Thoughts 2 (updated June 16, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:LetterE1|Letter (Extract) (updated July 19, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:ThePlan|The Plan (updated May 31, 2011))]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandStats|Character Sheet (updated August 6, 2013)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RedlandJournal4|A Desolation Note (updated November 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:Journal4|Another Whiny Journal Entry (updated June 13, 2013)]]

'''Conversations'''

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote2|New York Chat 2 (updated November 11, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MaxineNote1|New York Chat 1 (updated June 13, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:JakeNote1|Idle Conversation? (updated May 20, 2011)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12a|Summoning Extract (updated November 10, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote12|A Voice from the Present (updated December 21, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote11|A Voice from the Ages (updated October 30, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:DaleNote1|Nothing Left to Lose (updated November 13, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote9|Moving Crosscurrent of Time (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HerlNote1|Insomnia (updated October 25, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote10|Carl and Jack in Russia (updated August 16, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote2|Meridon Caine Stuff (updated August 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote8|Evening Chat in Chalon (updated April 12, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenRebNote1|Wisphers Chat (updated March 28, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:MeriNote1|A Phone Call (updated March 23, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7a|After the Meeting 2nd half (updated March 4, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote7|After the Meeting 1st half (updated February 2, 2010)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote3|Cabin Fever (updated Dec. 13, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:PentheusConversation|Pentheus Conversation (updated September 18, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:TrainConversation|Train Conversation (updated October 8, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote1|Quick Note to Carl (updated July 17, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote2|4/8 Morning (updated July 30, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:HenrikNote1|Philosophy with Henrik (updated November 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote4|Usher Deal (April 14, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNotes|Balances (updated April 6, 2009)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote1|Magic Chat with Rebecca (updated October 21, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote5|An Unexpected Offer (updated April 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:RebeccaNote2|Bond Chat (updated February 22, 2008)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:CarlNote6|Early Carl Chat (updated August 27, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote|First Chat? (updated March 30, 2007)]]

* [[TheStarsAreRight:FirstNote2|Early Chat (updated May 11, 2007)]]

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter21

2013-09-18T05:35:40Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "My Dear Redland As far as the UnSeelie (and the Seelie for that matter) goes, it would probably be best if I keep my professional distance from them both. As a neutral part..."

My Dear Redland

As far as the UnSeelie (and the Seelie for that matter) goes, it would probably be best if I keep my professional distance from them both. As a neutral party in their business dealings, it would not do well for me to be seen in the company of either of them overly much.

However, I can certainly arrange for an introduction to either of the Courts for you, as well as a guide to help you navigate through those dangerous shoals, should you feel that you need them.

On a more personal topic . . . if you find that you have time at your disposal, it would be lovely to perhaps visit a museum, or perhaps do a bit more sight seeing in New York. I value your company quite highly, and would love to be a sounding board for anything you feel you'd like to talk about.

I look forward to spending more time together,

Yours, 
Meridon Caine

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter20

2013-09-18T05:34:26Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "Meridon, Well, after not seeing you for several months, when I finally get a chance, I spend the entire time talking about myself. I feel like quite the jerk. However, I h..."

Meridon,

Well, after not seeing you for several months, when I finally get a chance, I spend the entire time talking about myself. I feel like quite the jerk.

However, I have what I think might be a good idea. We discussed setting up a meeting with the un-Seelie Fae. Why don't you and I go visit them in person? We can do the negotiations there and then spend a couple of days just loafing around! You could still make it back in time for work, and I could be back in time for my discussion with Lawrence.

We could even take along one or more of my allies, if that would seem more appropriate.

Let me know if that sounds like a good idea to you. I'll be staying at the hotel.

Redland

TheStarsAreRight:RedlandLetter19

2013-09-18T05:30:53Z

Redland Jack: Created page with "Thank you for ignoring my protestations and persuading me to go to New York to continue my 'experiment'. I am no longer carrying the birthright and can now objectively assess ..."

Thank you for ignoring my protestations and persuading me to go to New York to continue my 'experiment'. I am no longer carrying the birthright and can now objectively assess the situation. 
I can say, without hyperbole, that the day I spent with you was the best day of my life. You are sweet, kind, and impossibly graceful. The Fae community was welcoming and for the first time in my life I felt truly at home. 
I know it will sound really stupid, since I've only known you for a day, but I think I may be in love with you. I'd like nothing more than to go back to L.A. right now, despite the fact that it pains me to realize how clumsy and oafish you would find me. 
Unfortunately, the nature of my obligations is such that I don't think I could fulfil them as part of the Fae community. I hate to sound so foolishly arrogant, but our world is in terrible danger, and I think I may be the only person able to avert the upcoming crisis... but only if I am seen to be neutral. As well, I have taken your words to heart in regards to the Fae needing to gain acceptance in the world at large, and I believe that I can implement this more successfully as an objective outsider than as one of the people... plus, I'm afraid that if I go back, I'll not have the will to leave again. 

Your humble servant, 

Redland Jack 

[The word 'humble' is crossed out with an arrow pointing to the phrase 'I may be the only person able to aver the upcoming crisis]