Mr Underby's Page

I did not expect it to take as long as this. Pip did not. The entire operation should have been swift and simple, these types of creatures are made of more base material than man, and have simple rules. Clearly, some drastic error has been made.

When we discovered the clockwinder in the rain I took it to be an omen that my work was free from interference, and that I had been wrong that someone else had already bound the little fellow, but all my words and incantations have not only not been eff… Continue

I was paid a visit by a Mr Footman the other night, someone I had been told was a member of the city militia. He was already in my quarters when I returned, though I am certain I had both locks fastened when I left. I feigned casualness as I studied his stiff and rather official demeanor. There was no form of official documentation shewn, but I rather suspected that he was visiting on business as opposed to pleasure.

Mr Footman asked if it was true that I was a fortune teller; I thought it was… Continue

The slate grey sky and steady drizzle invigorated me this morning, though I am not a morning person as a general rule. It seemed a fine day to tour the borders of the Old Quarter with Dizelle, to show her the uneven boundaries of the so-called "dead zone".

After gathering her and my bodyguard Boris, we stepped out into the heavy falling mist. Dizelle sported a black umbrella, Boris pulled his hat down farther and turned up his collar, I however did nothing special, I adore the grey rain. Nothin… Continue

I have moved quarters back to Clockhaven, near the wall to the Old Quarter; my researches into the binding on magic will be much easier to conduct from here than my old quarters in Sweetwater Square, and my red herring profession as something of a seer will be easier to conduct in this area, being considerably less heavily trafficked.

Sixpence dropped by recently to try to mend fences with me, expressing the desire to learn the arts of divination from me. I was, of course, hideously suspicious… Continue

I awoke from the abhorrent and unspeakable todash darkness, floating, in a realm of unbelievable strangeness... I was free from Babbage finally, and the holding ritual that witch Phaedra Wickentower had placed on it, and on me.

Gibbering laughter and whispering voices surrounded me, though I seemed to b… Continue