Victors Journal

Victor Ewing was born in Kings Lynn, Norfolk in 1875 to parents Thomas and Jane. They were a normal and happy family, very much of their time. Thomas was the chief foreman at Kings Lynn docks and Jane delighted in every aspect of her role as housewife and mother.
Sadly, when Victor was only six years old his father was killed in an accident at work. Which, had it not been for Thomas’s brother Stanley, would have left Victor and his mother practically destitute.
Stanley was a very wealthy man. He was the owner of a large haulage company and also held a position of some authority in his Masonic Lodge. A confirmed bachelor with no children of his own, he came to regard Victor as the son he would never have. He used his wealth and position to secure Victor’s education and Victor schooled in Cambridge. An opportunity that would not usually have been available to someone of Victor’s birth and circumstance.
Victor joined the cadets. When he left school he joined the army and the Regiment of the 21st Hussars, where he showed an extraordinary aptitude for military tactics. However, if asked, Victor would say he showed nothing more than the courage to do the right thing in the right place at the right time. Never the less, Victor rose quickly through the ranks. In 1896 Victor is posted to the Sudan, in 1897 the 21st Hussars become the 21st Lancers, by which time Victor has risen to the rank of 1st Leftenant. He fought at the battle of Omdurman under the command of Sir Herbert Kitchener where, when his own captain was mortally wounded, Victor took control of the troops and led them to victory. He was promoted in the field to the rank of Captain. Something that did not sit well with the other high-born officers.
In 1899, when Victor’s war was over, he chose to use the privilege of rank to make his own way home rather than travel with a group of men who showed him an obvious disdain.
Many of the men that had fought for the British were Egyptian conscripts. Many of these men had fought alongside Victor over the years, in which time they had become very close friends. Victor planned to travel up through Egypt with his men, stopping at the various villages and towns along the way to say goodbye to them in person as he made his way to the port of Said, from where he would pay for passage home on one of the many steamers bound for England.
It was on Victor’s last night in Egypt that he had an experience he could not explain. It was an event that would change the course of his life.
When Victor finally returned to England he recounted the events of that evening to his commanding officer. There was a tribunal. Victor was declared mentally unfit to carry out his duties and ordered to take compassionate leave.
Secretly, Victor had returned from Africa with a growing sense of unease. He was not convinced that the actions of the British were completely justified and that he himself had been party to some morally questionable acts. However, he still took his dismissal from the army as a huge insult. Although on one hand he felt a sense of relief, he also felt that these were the petty actions of feeble men who were hell-bent on ruining his career.
Instead of languishing in doldrums however, Victor took it upon himself to use his newfound freedom to investigate the events of that evening in Egypt and see if he couldn’t find his own answers.
It was during these investigations that he met a man by the name of Alfred Jennings. Alfred Jennings was in the employment of a very wealthy group of British Gentlemen who had formed a society specifically for the investigation of the occult and unexplained phenomena. Jennings’ particular avenue of investigation was that of possible encounters with, and sighting of, magical entities. After a very rocky start, Victor and Jennings became very close friends and would end up working together in the field of magical entities. Had you been awarded the opportunity of asking them, they would have told you they were monster hunters.

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  • December 1st 1899 1st December 1899 It has been an emotional week, but for the last of my men the journey is at an end. I have said goodbye to many of my closest friends over the last few days. I would be lying if I said it had not taken its toll on me, but tonight I say ...
  • December 3rd 1899 3rd December 1899 It has been two days since the events of that night and I am still at a loss to explain what happened. It had been an extraordinary evening and the lads were in fine spirit as we sat in the empty bar and made our best attempts to drink the place dry. Certainly, no ...