Str 3 Dex 2 Con 2
Int 2 Per 3 Wil 2
Addiction (Alcohol) (-2)
Contacts (Criminal) (2)
Hard to Kill (3)
Resistance (Poison) (1)
Status (East End) 3 (3)
Craft (Brewing) 2
Guns (Revolver) 2
Hand Weapon (Club) 4
It's not like the East End has never been a rough area.
Damned government has always turned a blind eye round
here, never tooked no notice, and that's been just fine with us.
We've raised our families to our own laws; our own rules and codes.
We've always sorted our own troubles out, never needed no
"bobbies" poking their snouts in.
I've been running a tavern here for God knows how
long. A respectable place, well respected anyway, to them sorts that
passes through here. There's little I haven't seen, or had pass
through me hands, over the years.
"Jack the Ripper?!"
Hardly need none of that "penny dreadful"
nonsense when the damned things turn up, regular like, in your own
This place is going to hell I can tell you.
But not if I can help it. And I know I can.
Leave old "Whitechapel Jack" for the
"peelers." There's stranger things afoot around here.
Take that navvie that wandered in the other night. Not
the first neither. Took three men to take him down. Dare say they
damned near killed him more than once, and him still getting up and
coming at them, biting and clawing. Now I seen a lot, but I never
seen the like of that. Only stopped him when they brained him with a stool.
Like I said, we work to our own laws here. Pitched the
body, and I'll be damned if that navvie didn't stink worse than the
And that's just one of them. These attacks are on the
rise, and it's not safe for no one here. But will them in charge do anything?
Oh no. As always it's up to us to find out what's
wrong and sort it out.
"This place is going to hell in a hand basket."