Ripper's Journal (session recaps)

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Session 3- posted 2023/08/25: The various beasts were drugged and returned to their enclosures within the garden. And, the local constabulary soon after arrived to imprison the hired thugs which set upon us with their muskets. Chaos Goblin and I delayed the arrest proceedings a trifle to conduct an interrogation of our own. Alas it was fruitless, this so-called "DICE" organization seems to have specific and effective methods of employing such ne'er do wells as well as disguising their activities behind various fronts and feints. 
In the meantime our acquaintance, Mori-Nehtar's, unseen associates managed to glean some further information about the Silver Atelier. Truly a residence of the nouveau aristocracy. Chaos Goblin decides an entry via the garage (a place where the folk of Silver Atelier store their conveyances) would be best and more rightly done. Upon arrival at the conveyance stable we feel an uneasy presence, as if eyes are upon us. It's not long until we encounter a manager of sorts who invites us to view the residence's "surveillance video". 
Following the man we enter a room where specialized equipment for viewing such a presentation is said to exist. Upon entry, my soulsight shows malicious intent keenly behind a thin and false wall to the rear of the room. I immediately set upon the unrighteous fools and my companions soon join the brawl. It was not without some effort we bested them, but as the tide of battle turned in our favor, the manager fellow fled the scene. Ogdo Bogdo and I gave chase and caught him.
After a brief interrogation and analysis of the "video surveillance" we gain further intelligence of the conspiracy. An identification number for a "black van" which transported the "drone carrier". We also determine a member of the Silver Atelier's board of directors is in residence here. Ogdo Bogdo's mysterious powers enabled us to fly through the floors of the building's structures, passing through them easier than a thin mist. A wonder (and a shock to many of the residents), perhaps a dark miracle that I should ponder further. 
Regardless, we managed to reach the quarters of this director. The fellow's manner was rude and dismissive. He claimed that the privacy of the Atelier's tenets was his foremost concern. In the midst of our conversation he attempted to poison us with a sleeping gas, a fool's gambit as he and his companions succumbed before we.
Session 2- posted 2023/08/16: A sorcerer of strange lineage appeared and queried us about the mayhem surrounding the obelisk. However, he was able to determine far more than we in short order by means commonplace to this frightening new world. He fiddled with the small slab that most these strange days carry in their pockets and then he spoke into it several times. A small, tinny voice replied with details pertinent to our investigation.
The flying machines were supposedly produced by a foreign venture known as "Hairy Naga", a company from the distant Orient apparently.
I soon felt the tug of the obelisk and realized its power could enhance my Soulsight, so I scaled the monument and cast my gaze afar. I was able to determine the source of the eldritch corruption in this locale was flowing from a not so distant island. An island known as the "home of the two demons" in the tongue of the Spaniards. How apt indeed. 
In short order, the mage, Mori–Nehtar had rent the veil of time and space and offered us a portal of passage to the mysterious island. As we step through the portal, we appear on the accursed isle on a plateau betwixt two dragon statues. In my arcane vision they are writ boldly and reek of sorcery.
Session 1- posted 2023/08/10: The motley crew of "superhumans" I have found myself fighting alongside of late (since my accursed resurrection) were summoned to a happening of ill omen. Something deadly had gone awry in a zoological garden, myriad beasts fantastical and mundane were stalking the good and homely folk there for an evening of leisure. The creatures seemed possessed of a singular will and unnatural cunning. 
Through thoughtful application of our various and diverse powers, we overcame the animals. Upon further investigation, my witchfinder's senses were piqued. The disaster bore the rancid stink of sorcery and seemed focused on an obelisk of Egyptian make. Indeed it was so, a strange radiation emanated from the stone. 
But then, from the boughs of surrounding trees, unseen scoundrels with potent muskets loosed shot upon us.