Rain poured down on the city of London. It also poured down on Great Yarmouth and Witby, but we don't really care about that.

The old Grandfather clock in the hallway of the great house struck the hour DONG...DONG...DONG...DONG....It was of course broken, as it was really midnight!! Midnight!! The hour when all the creepy crawlies came out to play.....

A young girl skipped down the corridor, humming a tune. She looked out of the window, and swore several times.

"Bad rain! Shouldn't rain!" She kicked over a vase and threw her skipping rope over the bannister. "I wonder if they will all get here soon....especially Roger....ain't seen him for yonks and he promised me he'd take me to the zoo!"

An ominous knock resonates around the house....

'excuth me!!' rasped a voice fromth doorway. 'mithtreth? could you open the door pleth?'

A tall figure was moving swiftly through the rain soaked alleys. There weren't any people around so Roger didn't care. Why did it have to rain? he thought to himself. Roger hated the rain.....it made him uncomfortable especially since he was a werewolf.
Reaching a clearing he finally saw the house. At last! he thought. He trundled to the door, opening it, not bothering to dry himself off. He finds Tabitha mainly by following the sounds of her noisy footstaps. He finds her in a corridor looking out of a window "hello Tabitha sorry I'm late" he says then as he remembers he is soaking, decides to dry himself off......soaking Tabitha in the process......

"Roger!" Tabitha screams, jumping up and dwon, clapping her hands. She give Ygpor a funny look and screws up her nose.
"What're you? Go away you horid thing! Unless you have sweeties....lots and lots and lots of sweeties!! Then I might let you in!"

'mithteth? oh, and a sthur ash well, ay?' the repulsive figur of a ...person, looking as tho it had been in some aufull cart crash stood in the doorway. 'would you be intereshted in an igoring tervith, m' lady? or thur?'

Tabitha screams, and jumps up into Rogers arms.
"Make him go away! He smells funny..."

'yeth madahm, iths complthory you thee.' The Igor looks hoplessley around. 'an iroring sthervith doth wonderth for you popularity m' lady. only the best can afford igorth. i needa job youthee..i lotht my lasht.'
he added helpfull.

Roger turns towards Ygor. "Please don't mind her, she'll be fine. Come in come in"
Ygor walks past him, into the larger sitting room. Turning to Tabitha he asks "So why have you summoned us here?"

'and may i complement your superb cheek boneth madam.' ygor adds.

"Well, I didn't invite him, but I did ask you Roger! You said you'd take me to the zoo..." Tabitha said sulkily.
"Tabitha...."
"Oh, well fine! There's reallyreallyreallyreally bas stuff happening in the Underworld, and we're gonna fnd out what! I'm going to be a spy!" Tabitha said in all seriousness, looking at Roger with wide eyes.

'every good stpy needth an Igor madam....almothst law, dontchaknow!'
Ygor looks cheery. 'very important, an Igor to his sthpy.'

"Roger hired you! Umm....good cheekbones did you say?" Tabtha jumped down off the sofa and ran over to him.
"Do you like skipping? And ponies? I do! I'm eight and two hundred years old!" Tabitha beams, tossing her ash blonde ringlets.

'yeth madam.' ygor was quite used to such behavior. he last keeper ws a loon, plain and simpel. 'i can clean and feed ponith and mend sthkiping ropth.' ygor lisped proudly. this arm is 20 years old my right leg is 180, my grandfathers, and i dont know about my left ear.'

"Oh what fun!" Tabitha squealed, and jumped up and down. "We'll wait for a little bit to see if anyone else is going to come, as I can't rememer very well.....Ygor! Go make us some tea please?"

ygor squeeled' oh joy mithtrith!, i havent made tea for thome yeath now.' ygor scutteled off t make some tea, ookingas tho some one had given him a million pounds.

'sthuper mithtreth' squeeled ygor.
he scutteled off looking as tho some one had given him a miloin pounds.

Roger rolled his eyes and sat down on the sofa. Tabitha looked pleased with herself, if slightly woried.
"I hope he makes it properly..."

'LEMON MITHTRETH?'

"Lemon! You clever, funny corpse thing you!" Tabitha squealed happily, and started skiping again.

'ygor lurced in holding a lemony tea. it was perfect as a cupof tea can be. a king of tea even. 'igor quality that ith mithtreth.'

"I like you! You're funny and make nice tea? Would you like to play dolls with me while we wait?" Tabitha asked, grinning, tiny milk fangs peeking out of the corner of her mouth. She is of course, a vampire.

'if iths mithtrathes dethire.' replys ygor solumly.

The mext night, Tabitha instructs everyone to go to the hallway for ten pm.

"I'm very very glad you came!" Tabitha squealed (it is a very bad habit, and she also had a lisp). "Now, we can't wait for eeeeeeeevryone else who is going to join us, as I can't remember their names! We're going to go outside, into London!"

"So where exactly is it we are going?" Roger asked Tabitha

"London silly! We need to go get supplies for our adventure!! Ygor!! Go get us some transport!"

Ygor lurches off round the corner.
there is no sighn of him for a while, the comes a: 'your mode of tranthport or your life!'
momentsfter, a screaming Ygr comes charging round the corner in a huge black horse dawn cab. 'WWWOOOAAAAAA!!!!!' yelled Ygor, clinging on for dear life, as the horses pulled up next to Tabitha and Roger.
'ith it toyou liking, mithtrith??'

"Oooooooooh! Horsie!!" Tabitha smiles, clapping her hands. Roger opens the door for her, and Tabitha skips up the steps.
"Take us to Oxdud Street! I know sonmeone who might be able to help us in our quest!"

' and away we goooooo!!!!!!' shouted Ygor, as te oach sped off, Ygor hanging offthe side, still cluching he reins.

The ride to Oxdud Street is very bumpy, and Tbitha is carriage-sick several times. Eventually, the carriage stops in a dank and dingy side street, utside an old shop, which is mostly boarded up, apart from the lower half of the door and sections of the windows.

Tabitha and roger enter the shop, Ygor scuttling after them, holing Tabitha's parasol.

"Heloooooo? Mister Lewhis?" Tabitha calls out. From the bakc of the dusty shop, an old, bearded man appears, rubbing the lenses of his spectecles.
"Ahh....Tabitha, come though! Come though!" Mr Lewhis waves for them to go into the back of the shop and down some stairs. Ygor scurries past, looking at him apprehensively.
"well, well...I suppose you've come for some new toys, eh Tabitha?" Mr Lewhis asked, winking. he spoke with a strong Welsh accent and was going bald. He moved over to a cupboard (with a model sheep on top) and drew out several trays, filled with different weapons, ranging from crossbows, to pistols to daggers.

PICK TWO WEAPONS
(feel free to be creative, but stay in the time period, please)

'i shall have the crossbow, me thinth.' Ygor stated. 'i have a spare leg to use as a weopon if things turn nathty.' he explains.

Tabiths selects a shiny little shortsword (which is nearly as big as she is) and a miniture crossbow, with little pcitures painted painstakingly over it. It has obviously been made especially for her.

(Now we wait a bit for gnar to turn up and select his weapons, make conversation or leamon tea while you're waiting)

'oh, lemon tea it ith mithtreth!'

Tabitha skipped around the shop, poking at things and playing with axes. Looking outside at the carriage, she pouted.
"It's very boooring. Can't you make it nice and shiny and pretty and very very very very fast, with a magic horsie??" Tabiths questioned Lewhis and Ygor, who was setting up the tea cups.

'yeth mithtreth' Ygor says exitedly. as he totters off, he grabs handfuls of crossbows, and throwing knifes. 'im not tho thure about the magic hortheth tho.' he adds glumly.

"Well....if you can put pretty ribbons oin their manes and tails, then that would be super!" Tabitha said excitedly, jum[ping up and down. The girl is a vertibale Zebedee.
"I wonder where Roger has gone......"

'oh, sthome nith black ribbonth! and ad a skull and bones motife, with a twin linked, hull mounted, crothbow at both sidth! and..and detachabel convetabel roof..with Knives runnin acrossthe top! oh, thith ith evey Igoth Drem m'lady!'

Roger opens the door to where the other are. Tabitha shows him her nice shiny new playtoys. "oh I guess we pick out weapons then" he says "very well I shall take the collapsable bo staff, a short sword and a set of throwing knives"

'THREE WEELTH OR TWO, M'LADY?'

"Three!! It's so much more a nicer number than two......Lots and lots of knives and skulls and shiny pretty things that chop up people like bits of liver!"

(Once the carrigae is done, we depart to seek out new comrades)

Every oneis pleased wih the new modeled carraige as it speeds along to our new destination. it feels much more comfy.
'Igoth have to be good mecanith, m'lady.' Ygor explianed as they zoomed along.