Do You Like Adventure with Your Tea?

Doctor Mason invited me to a meeting of the High Tea & High Adventure Society. I was joined by the Baron Wulfenbach, Col. O'Toole, Her Grace Duchess Eva Bellambi, Frau Lowey and others as we discussed preparations for an upcoming expedition in the ruins of the cavorite mines of the Caledon Moors.

Hmm...I had better check my equipment...

Secrets of the Pyramid...

I thought I would give the Greystoke pyramid another go. You would think that I would have learned my lesson from the last time, or that my experience in the Barrow would've deterred me, but nooo...that is not the life of an adventurer!I roamed the quiet corridors, torch lit...
I looked upon art centuries old...And then, the pit--with stakes...and snakes. I took one look down at the blood-stained spikes and scrambled to make my way across the rope.
But given my inclination towards danger and jumping into unknown holes and such, I had to keep going. At one point, I watched as a personal belonging fell off of my person and took quite a while to hit the bottom. I had climbed too far by then. There was no way I was going back down for it. I was relieved when I finally made it back out into the arid desert heat. Where's my camel?!

The Barrow of Greystoke and Adventures Within

I held my lantern up at the entrance to the Greystoke barrow. It looked to be of Neolithic origin, but I could not be sure. I set my lantern down and prepared a torch to enter...A hole. I am always jumping into holes to unknown destinations...
I climbed a rope into another chamber. Where does this corridor lead?
This passage tomb complex is mutlilayered. It seems to have also been the site of the worship of many deity cults. Oh...dear...God...oh Dear God...What THE????? I found myself scrambling to exit, backtracking through the corridors and climbing ropes and ladders as fast as my feet and hands could carry me...
I leaned against the exit stones, out of breath and exhausted from my ordeal. I shall not tell the horrors that I saw within this journal entry. You must experience it for yourself...if you dare...

A Postcard from Darkmere

Dear Readers,

For some reason, I am missing photographs from my adventures this week, so I shall start anew with those from a recent trip to Darkmere. It had recently been part of a military engagement, but its Duke, Lord Lucifer Baphomet was not present, nor any of his minions or residents. He had once given an invitation to all Caledonians quite a while ago to come visit his fair lands (especially now that serf burnings were not taking place) on our forum. I will admit that I found it rather warm there..."Deep One" Puck had a bit of an unfortunate accident while investigating the skulls on a stick...
Having a wonderful time! Wish you were here!

Steelhead Hooos and New Toulouse Bayous

Tonight I attended Steelhead's town meeting where the naval ensign flags were displayed to be voted upon and Duke Otenth showed up as a rather fantastical steampunk airship...Later, I jumped ahead in time and, wearing my 1920s satin dress that I made, I quietly paddled my canoe in the lush swamps of New Toulouse as the sun set. A beautiful sim and I am looking forward to its opening...

Victorian Gentleman Explorer...and Some!

Adventure, excitement, the things that moving pictures are made of... In RL, while in the town of Maidstone in Kent, England, I visited the Maidstone Museum. I came across a most interesting exhibit about a certain Julius Brenchley, Gentleman Explorer:

"Born in 1816 in Maidstone and educated at Cambridge, Brenchley was ordained and set to have a life in the church until his father persuaded him to accompany him on an European tour in 1845. From then on, he travelled the world and spent much of Queen Victoria's reign collecting, recording and sending materials home.

Julius Brenchley's travels took him to many parts of the world, and through many adventures, such as crossing Siberia by sledge in winter, which would have finished off a lesser man. In North America, he lived by the gun, and received an arrow in the neck when he and his longstanding companion Jules Remy, disguised as miners, were attacked by Indians on the way to Utah. The Victorian gentleman had to work for a living as a carpenter in Salt Lake City. Mormons here believed that he and Remy were part of a conspiracy to assassinate their chief, and only the intervention of a missionary saved the situation. In Ecuador in 1865, Julius climbed Pichiricha volcano and slipped and fell into the still smoking crater. Though given up for lost by his companions, that night he was feasting with the natives. Even as he returned from his travels, adventure continued when he was trapped in the Prussian siege of Paris in 1870."

He died three years later in 1873 in a hotel at the age of 56.

Now, you can't make up better adventure stories than that...