I was going to spend this time rambling and ranting about the disappointment of the event at London’s National Laboratory of Psychical Research, particularly of one miscreant’s no-show, and go on about dear Lisbeth’s breakdown at the end, hoping to spark conversation about what she may have seen, but now… I’m rambling…
None of the event has any importance other than Lisbeth. As you all should know (unless you’re a complete lollypop), Frau Lisbeth Seidler gained widespread notoriety for predicting at a seance at Field-Marshal von Moltlce’s house the actual month and year of the Great War. She was here in London to speak on her affairs as a psychic spy in the war when she collapsed at the podium. I feel terribly for not following up but I was so distracted by the minutia of getting all of these mediums and mystics focused and organized… herding kittens as it were.
After the event I took to entertaining some of the Kether Society guests that came all the way from the Colonies, a… colorful bunch of yanks, when a messenger stormed in and stormed back out in a frenzy, leaving behind a distressing note from dear Lisbeth.
The Americans set out to follow Lisbeth’s directions with young Clementine, old William’s granddaughter to look after them (and my hope was to impart a bit of British dignity and refinement should they come across any authorities). What they came across was a horror. I would not believe their tale as more than an over-imbibed exaggeration were it not for young Clementine’s witness of the ordeal. Nothing against the Yanks, but I don’t know them well enough and they’re a little taken with their drink but, well, I’ve known Clementine since she was born.
I won’t get into the monstrosity that they encountered but that they found poor Lisbeth. It’s clear she was taken by another vision of global consequence and was killed while trying to complete her relaying of that information. That said, she seemed to be part of a network that is preparing for some great conflict and had a strong enough vision to set our Colonials and young Clementine on the path, including tickets in their names for a cruise across the Atlantic to the States. I was able to secure a ticket for myself, Otto, and Silvia as well. I have no idea what we’re up against, but I will trust Frau Lisbeth’s vision.
