Tracking down every madman in Lincolnshire? There must be an easier way.
Now we think we know what's going on. That's when things get dangerous.
Back with the original team, and we make a little more progress.
Are we making progress? It seems bizarrely as though we are.
Moments of inspiration? Perhaps.
More investigation, while some of us try not to cause excessive offence and others... don't.
Lacking a post-mortem, we poke about and correlate the old contents.
What was Sir Ashby chasing? Or, perhaps, what was chasing him?
The newly widowed Lady Phipps chooses to consult specialists in discreet investigation of the occult. Actual game starts at 44m30s.
Tied up and next on the sacrifice queue. Will our heroes prevail?
We lurk in the warehouse until the ritual... oh.
Of course it's a setup. That doesn't mean we won't go.
Spying on sorcerers is thirsty work.
What a lovely man. We can be sure he isn't a chaos cultist.
Turns out investigation is harder work than hitting things.
Clearly something is amiss. I mean look at the moon! But where can it be?
One bath in the river later, the party is back together and ready to confront Chaos.
Into the sewers of Bogenhafen. What a fascinating new smell you've discovered.
The Schaffenfest, first call for all your sheep-related purchases.
Turn up at the lawyers, claim the title. What could be easier?