Johannes "Bunny" Leopold's Blog (38)

    The hideous spider-like creature advanced menacingly towards us. "Kill them! Kill them!" shouted Professor Clasius then continued reciting the incantation that had materialized the evil thing into our presence from some other, darker dimension.

"Can you not stop her Johannes?" shouted Winslow frantically.

    I had but one avenue of hope left to us, but first I must silence the Professor and break her hold on the creature she now controlled. I focused my attention…

   The great flash of light and smoke succeeded in distracting Professor Clasius and breaking her concentration. In fact, my aim was so precise in nature that I succeeded in singing the dreadful woman's hair. She let out a howl of great surprise! "Damn you Leopold! " she shouted as she madly patted her hair to put out the burning embers. The great serpent which encircled us with it's massive coils dissolved away into nothingness. "Good show old man!" said Winslow patting me on the…

    Greenfield lay on the stony ground bleeding from his shoulder. I knelled down and helped Winslow to aid my fallen comrade. "Bernard, help Thomas into the circle." I whispered.

"Oh Johannes, I don't think now is the time for such..." started Winslow.

"Do as I say!" I snapped "Our lives depend on being in that circle!" As I stood to confront the approaching Professor I said dryly "Your aim is as poor as your character my dear Profesor."

"At this distance it shall be…

    From my vantage point on the ancient stone bridge, the sight before my eyes was truly amazing. To my right was the two colossal statues who's bottom halves I had become acquainted with in our dim lantern light. Now fully revealed by my illumination spell, the statues could be seen in their complete glory reaching upwards to the ceiling of the great cave. Two my left across the bridge, much to my wonderment, stood two  statues of a similar nature! So great was my surprise at the…

    It has been ten months since my last journal entry. As I sit here in the study of my London home, surrounded by things of comfort and familiarity, pipe in hand and brandy at the ready (as it were) I find it difficult to pick up my tale from where I left off. So many things have transpired in the preceding months that now in the quite and solitude of my chambers I wrestle with the memories of that most fantastic adventure. So dream-like do some of my recollections now seem to me that I…

The sun was setting over the jungle canopy as the Freedom of Africa came to a slow stop . We had arrived at the location where the entrance to the underground river should be located according to the ancient map and amulet. Capt. Fahiz and his crew set about making quick work of the task of mooring the ramshackle craft in a stationary resting place above the trees. Below us the sounds of strange birds, monkeys and other exotic jungle dwellers filled our ears with a deafening cacophony of…

Morning. As the sun rose, we left the town of Al Fashir far behind us. Our mode of transportation, an air ship named The Freedom of Africa (a rather ramshackle contraption of dubious air-worthiness) sailed South-West and within hours the dry grasslands below us gave way to random patches of trees then light forest, then heavy jungle. We were over the great Congo jungle.

Sadly, little could be seen through the vast green canopy of trees that stretched as far as the eye could…

"The secret of the map is obvious! Honestly Bernard," I Said with a smile "how can a man as brilliant as you be so thick?"

"Really Johannes, you are going to hurt my feelings. You should not say such things, even if you think them." said Winslow.

I chuckled at his mock hurt and continued "Do you not see the secret of the map Bernard? The map will show us the way, that is when it is when it is combined with the amulet like so." I placed the amulet upon the map just as I had done…