A general, boring title to cover all campaigns

A Renewed Resolve For too long, I have been asleep to the world. Following my father's tragic descent into a catatonic state, and the vile circumstances that brought it about, I must confess I fell into a familiar, dark despair—seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle.  But no longer. Now that we are closing in upon the men responsible, I find myself invigorated with new resolve. My father shall be avenged. Those responsible will be exposed and punished, and this evil rooted out from the streets of London. The tunnels and the cavern Taking the masks and cloaks from the two fallen cultists, we pressed on swiftly and quietly. There was little time to waste; our previous gunfire might well have alerted accomplices further ahead. The tunnel walls were littered with strange, occult symbols. They were everywhere. Recognizing none of them, we remained oblivious to their meaning. Were they a warning? Were we marching toward our own deaths? Soon, we entered a vast, seemingly natural cavern....

Wedensday, 21st of november, 1883 At the risk of seeming immodest, I must say that having my prediction about a secret tunnel system with entrances at the marked points of the maps confirmed, was quite a buzz. However, upon returning to our makeshift base, my compatriots rapidly descend into a rather tedious discussion about our options going forward. Whitcombe, true to form, insists on exploring ways to challenge the cabal we're hunting through the "appropriate channels". Thankfully, our resident actual lawman, Reggie, quickly disavows him of that notion. For a rozzer, he has an admirably cynical view of the limits of the law when it collides with power. I must say my participation in the debate was rather sparse, except to suggest that the best cure for the lunacy our opponents are engaged in would be an acute case of lead poisoning delivered at great velocity at short range, preferably intercranially. For my money, the way forward is rather obvious: We find the other e...