(Editor's note This game prop was created by me with the idea of making it into a much larger document approximating a real journal of events rather than a journal with a bunch of pertinent entries. Sadly, Jenna/ Cordelia is unraveling this mystery faster than i expected.The document was translated into greek with a greek alphabet font. and when Cordelia finally discovered it she had to make a few Linguistics rolls. The Journal entries are not in any particular order as Robert was one to use whatever open pages fell to hand. Cordelia has allready figured out who a number of persons are by their initials (used by Robert for brevity's sake) but some of the persons that Robert refers to remain a mystery.)

I have his name at last! Brenton Childress. Some sort of minor lord with heavy ties in industry. I am certain that he is behind the disappearances. His factory make the Artificers foul servitors and he has the need of the hands of children to fit and tighten the smallest parts. Soon i will pin down this right bastard and give give him a taste of the flames of justice.

The records have been decoded at last. Proctor and his ilk are thoroughly cunning and their willingness to move quietly and slowly has earned them more than a 1000 fires could accomplish. Proctor, Reisman, Rathbone and Childress have created quite a pervasive network for their nefarious activities.Larger than I could have possibly imagined. D.C. and J. seem willing to keep at it but M.P. is stunned into silence and THAT more than anything worries me.

(14 pages of hand drawn schematics.(make a Per+science roll against a diff of 9) hand drawn, heavily annotated with lots of "?") (Jules has managed to decipher these diagrams, they appear to be schematics for a brand new form of hitmark. with it's own electrical plant, Hydraulic systems, and radio controls.)

M.P. is a master strategist. He leaves little to chance. He plans thoroughly, and ruthlessly, and more to the point, is able to improvise. I shall enjoy working with him.

It was glorious. D.C, M.P.,Jack and I came down upon them like the mighty hand of god. Jack was hurt more than a little but my lovely wife nursed him back to health. I was so proud of us, and of her. Childress,Proctor and their ilk were put to rout. Looking forward to the follow up.

I cannot believe it. A.C. has told me the most unbelievable thing. and then proved it! How has he managed to go undiscovered so long? and who else knows? and who else is involved? I don't even know who i can tell! This seems something that the Quaesitor should know.

Fire,Earth,Fire,

Archimedes Club (Solon Graves)

Creo Ignis,Creo Aeternum, Ignis,

166 W. Rudge hill. ( box 4, chalk an X)

625 Mhz.

I have spoken to E.C. about C.B. He has promised to do what he can but C.B. is so highly placed that it might be impossible to root him out...and then there's the problem of his followers...if he has any...which i don't know. A.C. is a damnable man and is clearly looking to save his own skin. I need the information that only he can tell me and he's gone to ground!

I loathe and despise M.P. He's a total git and he'll get what's coming to him if J.and I have anything to say about it.

There are so many secrets. I am coming to hate my life. Half of it is spent in boring humdrum ordinary circumstances and the rest of the time i am forced into situations of such soul clenching horror that i am forced to admit madness must compel me onward in such a course. If only i could share these secrets with someone but the weight of them can kill...Whom would i tell? the simple country lass i love so dearly with visions of a world changing at her touch...If only it were true. but it's never that simple is it. I have the ability to change the world and what do i do? I am a glorified killer in the service of philosophies that may be a relic of times past. My hands are covered in blood and sin shall pluck on sin until my soul is O'ercharged.

That bastard's reach is quiet a bit longer than i supposed. I'm only glad that D.C. was able to keep the wound from scarring so that C. won't know how close i came.

I have spoken to Uncle...They already know. Why am i always the last to know everything!

I am Betrayed...and it would appear that my life will be forfeit. I know not where the axe will fall from. I have entrusted J. with a most sacred duty. He is to look after Cordelia and Justine when and if i am gone. I know that he will love them and care for them as i do. I even know that he loves C. allready. But in these dark hours before morning, I am inclined to forgive him all. I only wish he could know.

My main concern at present is that no harm befall my family. Diabolist are a horrifying sort and willing to sink to all sort of horrid strategems. I have ensorceled the house as best i can but i still worry. C.B. is incredibly cunning and has killed many to keep his secret. I only hope that it happens fast and that C never finds this journal. She'd probably take it into her head to go after him herself...God i do love her so.