Tears From The Front

Wednesday, 18 February 2026

Tears From The Front

Hi everyone,

Tears From The Front is the name of my blog, as you know, but may not show up being the title, I would hope so, but this is a mini post so that I have a page that I can search to when the blog refuses to be found in Google, which you may have noticed in some of my recent posts. Just a bit of extra insurance. At the moment, there has been a blog on YouTube that states that printers are being made obsolete because of a driver being hacked and attacking the pc, so they are turning them all off. It seems like fake news, so I will have to wait and see whether I end up with a piece of junk.

I am enjoying my Kal-Arath posts. I am not quite sure what sort of length posts they should be, so you could comment on what I have done so far. I feel the need for a few more dice. Someone on YouTube uses ones with runes for yes and no oracle questions; they are nice. Can you get the weather on dice? I have got trapdoor dice, with different traps on it, gilloutine, floor traps, spike traps, no trap triggered etc, I have got a parts of the body dice, for when hit in combat. Depends on what system you are using.

Regards all,

Ivor Cogdell

Monday, 16 February 2026

Exploring Kal-Arath - Episode 4 - The First Chamber

Hi Everyone,

Here is episode four of Mal-Shui's wanderings about Kal-Arath, the setting authored by Castle Grief. It does seem rather popular in YouTuber circles, and I can see why.

Episode 4 - The First Chamber

They step around the opening gingerly and look into the open space before them. When nothing charges at them, they move further into the opening space. They look around and see a rusty old machine of some sort and an old waterskin. They move further in so that they can see more of the chamber with their torch. Next, they see an abandoned helmet with dents in it and a burnt-out torch. Mal picks up the stump, and it crumbles in his hand, rotten.

Mal tries the helmet on; it wobbles loosely, he puts it on Yamil, and it is solid. "It fits, at least we have found something of use in here," chuckles Yamil.

"It's been a while since anybody worked in here, but it may have had other uses," Mal said.

Yamil nodded, "Let's keep going a bit further at least."

"Right, lead on".

They moved onwards into the gloom, stepping over planks and pointed stones. The chamber bent round to the right. They saw a makeshift table with four plates on it. Six-foot-long timber beams and boards were stacked against the wall, ready for use.

A hole appeared in the left wall, but the chamber carried on curving to the right. "We might as well finish searching this part of the cave before we go anywhere else". suggested Yamil.

There were four rough cots in the corner; a leg had given way on one of them, giving it a decided droop. "It would get stuffy in here after a bit", said Yamil.

"Maybe that rusty thing helped somehow."

(Y Perception =5 + 5 =10).

As Yamil got closer to the beds, he saw a tiny gleam in the soil. He bent down and poked about with a twig, and out popped three silver coins. He rubbed off the dirt.

"I cannot make out who's the Sultan on this, so it may be old. Did this fall out of his pouch, or did he bury it for safekeeping?"

Mal replied, "Well, we will never know if we don't look".

"Well, be careful of snakes and stuff in there".

(M Perception =1 and 1, Critical fail = Triggered a falling rock trap).

He grabbed the makeshift cot branches and dragged them to one side. As he did so, a slab on the wall started to move. He leapt to the side, narrowly missing injury.

(M Agility 5+5+1 = OK)

They propped the rock back up, then he scraped the dirt with his sword, seeing if he could find any more depressions.

He stopped when he heard a clink. Another silver coin. He kept searching, two more coins, then three coins, but no more under the bunk.

He held the torch while Yamil searched the next two areas. Nothing in the first, but twelve in the second. Mal had the final hunt around and came up with one gold coin.

"The fates are smiling on us today, Yamil"

"Yes, we have not been forgotten, I will.."

Just then, it got noticeably dimmer. "The torch, all that waving about has loosened the bindings, grab the next one."

He turned his back so Yamil could get at his straps, where he had looped them through. He felt the rough bark of the wood as it was taken out.

Yamil thrust it into the weakening flames until it caught alight."A close call, as I was saying, I will dance for the Gods tonight."

The flames grew strong and steady.

"1 will join you in that dance, my friend", affirmed Mal, "But first, we have another tunnel, with the fates on our side," pointing into the blackness.

"Then, let us not keep them waiting a moment longer".

The passageway veered 40 degrees to the right and was lower than the previous one, about 4 and a half feet. Occasionally, the rock ceiling would ping off Yamil's helmet when he grazed the roof. It curved to the right, then left.

About 60 paces into the tunnels, they came to a circular crossroads, one veering slightly to the left and two going east and southeast. The southeast one is curving back the way we came, or so we think.

Yamil pondered, "Which way should we go?"

Entrance Mine Map 1.

End of part 4.

Please feel free to give me some feedback in the comments section below.

Notes: I rolled up the coins randomly for each bed.

Mal = 6 Sp, 1 Gc.

Yamil = 15 Sp.

Regards all,

Ivor Cogdell

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Saturday, 14 February 2026

Exploring Kal-Arath - Episode 3 - The Red Mountain

Hi Everyone,

Here is episode three of Mal-Shui's wanderings about Kal-Arath, the setting authored by Castle Grief. It does seem rather popular in YouTuber circles, and I can see why. Easy game mechanics and interesting story generation.

Episode 3 - The Red Mountain

At the sound of Yamil's voice, quiet as it was, the Eukarya's head swivels towards them, honey dribbling from its mouth, as its beak drops slightly to display an array of sharp teeth. It paused for a moment, sensing our lack of threat, then its head swivelled back to the bees. It had a few more slurps of hiney and then gracefully moved away from us down the track. (I had rolled friendly for its disposition). We breathed a sigh of relief.

"So the stories the Yak folk told me around the fire were true then. I thought they were entertaining folk tales, but they were warnings being passed on. I shall take more heed in future. They called these the Red Mountains; now we know why."

"Ya, they were real enough to kill skinny folk like us. It must have eaten a substantial meal recently."

They started a small fire, and deflected the swarm of bees away from the hive nest with the smoke, then helped themselves to some of the remaining honey that the Eukarya had left behind. After warming themselves for a while and drying their furs, they put the fire out and set out again, being more watchful of their surroundings this time.

The birds in the trees kept up a merry chorus, hooting and tweeting, flitting among the branches, but not too close to be worth taking aim at. The honey had boosted their spirits a bit, but the newfound dangers were always lingering at the back of their minds. They always checked for creatures before breaking cover and going into the open. It was slower, but safer.

They were approaching the point where the trees died out due to the altitude, and decided this would be a good place to stop for the night, still having cover, and the woodland was a good source of food. Mal decided he would forage for a bit while Yamil prepared the fire and made a rough lean-to shelter to block the wind and keep the two of them off the wet ground; that way they would be warmer than just with a fire going. Yamil started gathering dead wood so they would not need to use the bundles they had made earlier. (I rolled a 3, so I called it half a ration for the short time of searching.)

Mal comes back to Yamil carrying some scruffy roots and tubers, "We struck lucky tonight".

Looking up, Yamil replied, "I don't think so, those won't go very far between the two of us."

"No, I don't mean these stringy things. I found a cave! " (I rolled 4 on the Point of Interest table.)

"What did you say!"

"It's either a cave entrance, an old abandoned mine shaft or something like that. We could be rich!. The entrance is all overgrown, about 8 feet high, with a gradual slope going down and then flat. I suppose there could be better, well-used entrances somewhere else. It was only because some Tarnak berries were growing through the other plants, and I bent down to pick them, that I found it. It's not far from here, come and have a look. If nothing else, we should be dry tonight."

"Unless it's already got something living in it."

They walk over to the concealed entrance. "We can get in it easy enough, just hack a few plants out of the way"

"It would be best if we let them do their job of hiding the entrance and just squeeze past them without disturbance, if we can. We may want to come back here, and the less visible it is, the better."

"Ya, that's true. But, I want to get in there now".

"We might need rope later, but at least we can make a few crude torches from some branches. At least we would know more about it than we do now. There is a little stream around the rock, too."

"Let's get at it."

They fashioned four torches out of what was available in the area, not wanting to take too much time on the task. They lit the first one and poked it into the entrance, listening for any reaction from inside. Nothing. The entrance was four feet wide and four to five feet high, mainly limestone but with white veins going through it.

"It seems fine", said Mel.

Yamil nodded, and Mel advanced into the opening. There was a small rodent nest at the entrance wall. Mel put the torch low to the ground, but he could not see any recent tracks or imprints of anything. They kept checking the ceiling for loose rocks or spiders, and movement on the ground for rats and the like.

The tunnel went straight forward into the mountain. They could only see about six feet in front of the torch. Yamil was using his staff as a probe on the floor, where there was room, but it was taking too long. "You go ahead with the staff and torch, if you see anything coming, you can either poke them or burn them, and I will have my sword ready".

"Ya, makes sense".

They swapped positions in a slightly wider spot and continued onwards into the blackness. They were coughing with the smoke, so if there was anything in there, it would know they were coming, the smoke would alert them too. "I should have brought my water bag with us. My throat is getting dry".

Mel looked back, and the entrance was no longer visible. He was not sure whether there was a faint breeze, as the cave's size kept changing.

Yamil pointed to the walls getting wider, "Maybe something up ahead".

They advanced cautiously towards the opening....

End of part three.

The black dotted line shows the route Mal has taken. The cave is halfway up the mountain.

I have not rolled to see what they are facing myself yet. We will find out in the next episode.

Regards,

Ivor Cogdell

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Thoughts On - Soaps and Beware fake news

Hi Everyone,

This was just going to be a quick tip, but I kept adding more and more as things popped into my head that I thought were relevant. It all started when I clicked on a YouTube spot that reported that Donald Trump had been deposed from the White House by an act of Congress. Great, I thought, this is the news I have been waiting to hear for the last twelve months. But the more the clip went on, the more suspicious I got. I had not heard any news that day, but I decided to double-check other sources and found that nobody else was reporting this breaking news headline.

It was not likely, due to the gap in when this news clip came out and the time when I was checking was about ten hours difference, so this should have been splashed all over the media if it was true. Was it a deepfake impersonation or an actual channel peddling rubbish to support its own agenda? I am wondering now what else I had believed to be true over the months that was not true.

There are mind games at work here; do not get caught in their lies. I have not bought a newspaper in months, and now I find that YouTube has been compromised, too. Where does it end, just living life in your own little bubble, not interacting with the lives of others, constantly asking, "What are you talking about, that is news to me?"

An example - "Did I see what is happening in the soaps? X is blackmailing Y because they mugged Z". "No, I have not watched Coronation Street or East Enders or Emmerdale, etc., since the writers got Tracey Pregnant. I do not want my evenings polluted by babies crying, or is Y going to be nicked because W heard X and Y arguing about it and is going to rat on him to the cops."

"But that is three-quarters of the population watching them!"

"That may be. Sure, I know it happens, but all of the depressing plot lines they come up with, I don't call it entertainment. If they have to put a mental health advisory comment at the end of a program, they can keep it to themselves. They can watch what they like; I don't mind, just don't force it on me. I like fictional crime dramas, not true crime. There is too much crime going on in real life, I don't want to be reminded of it."

The nugget of wisdom I pass on to you -

Think twice when you hear or see a story, and if it is an important topic to you,

always check with other sources,

just in case.

Many thanks for being interested in what I have to say.

Regards all,

Ivor Cogdell

Wednesday, 11 February 2026

Exploring Kal-Arath - Episode 2 - The Stranger

Hi everyone,

This was a quick one, as I have been trying to get into my Jimdofree website account and failing miserably. Then I had problems finding this website again. What is going on with Google? I may try to see if they have a verification page again. I cannot see one, apart from business ones.

Episode 2 - The Stranger

Mal-Shui - Strength = 1, Toughness = 2, Agility = 1, Intelligence = -1, Presence = 1

Male Human. Age =24. Brown eyes, 6'1" tall. Longsword, (Attack +1, Damage +1)

Hp. Max =7, Current =6.

Equipment

Longsword, Staff (Homebrew Item = Easy to find and make.) Dagger.

5 days' rations in a sack. Waterskin. Eggdhell cooking bowl, Rough blue tunic, an animal fur

cloak, Terradon Tooth necklace. Tinder and flint. Silver Coins = 4.

Day two.

The weather is going to be stormy, with the wind coming from the south. He makes his farewells early and is soon on his way. He enters a thick wood and loses the track. Later, he comes out to some open ground and a stream, which gradually turns to the east and then back north again.

He sees a stout fellow emerge from the tree line, carrying a makeshift staff and a club. The figure comes towards him, limping slightly on his left leg. He stops a few paces to one side, "Can you spare some food ?"

Mal nods, "I am Mal-Shui," he motioned towards a fallen tree among others that would shelter them from the wind, "Let's get comfortable."

The stranger replies," Ya, I am Yamil-Torl, Chi...", he stutters, "Well," he paused, "I was chief of the Remiki clan, over in the hills."

Yamil-Torl - Strength = 1, Toughness = 1, Agility = -1, Intelligence = 2, Presence = 1

Male Human. Age =34. Brown eyes, 5'11" tall. Staff, Club, (Attack, Damage d6)

Hp. Max = 6, Current = 4.

Equipment

Club, sling, Staff (Homebrew Item = Easy to find and make.)

Rough clothes. Silver Coins =0.

He continued over lunch, "I was challenged by one of the younger warriors, who had some fancy new ideas about raiding other clans. I don't mind raiding, but not when the other clan has not done anything to deserve it. That's how your people and their people die for no reason."

Mal agreed, "You are a wise man, there are always hotheads who are only too willing to lead others into trouble. That is not your worry now; you are free of them and their desires for riches and power. Others will see their folly in choosing a bad leader, and then they will depose him, or worse. For now, the Fates have decided to set you on another path, like myself", he drank from his waterskin and offered it to Yamil-Torl, "The saying is two are better than one when you are out on the grasslands, at least until we find another settlement? Agreed?"

"Ya, tis a good omen meeting you this day. Agreed. I will get wood for tonight."

They soon had two bundles of sticks tied with twigs and bushes. Mal toppedup his waterskin, and they set off towards the rolling mountains about three miles away. The storm blew itself out, and the afternoon turned sunny, if not exactly warm, and their steady pace thawed them out. They did not make good time because of Yamil's wounded leg, slowing him down, but the staff helped.

In the foothills, they came across a lone large mantis-like creature with yellow stripes on a smooth red skin. Yamil whispered, "It's an Eucarya, but I've never seen one that big before or marked like that".

Photo by oktavianus mulyadi on Unsplash

It was eating some honey from a bee's nest, and the attacking bees did not seem to be bothering it in the least. Its slim, green tongue whipped out and caught a few more bees for good measure. But at the sound of Yamil's voice, quiet as it was, its head swivels towards them, honey dribbling from its mouth, as its beak drops slightly, to display a long array of sharp teeth.

End of part two.

The villagers' tents are shown in black. SE from Mal's village is a river, fading into a marsh and further out, a long curving lake. The mountains are to the north-east of Mal's campsite in the hills. He got lost at the boundary and went NW when he thought he was going NE. The stream is curving to the right, between a few trees and then back north towards the plain to the north. He covered about six miles in eight hours, due to the storm's effects on him, before he met Yamil.

Regards,

Ivor Cogdell

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Tuesday, 10 February 2026

Exploring Kal-Arath -SOLO RPG Actual Play - Character Creation and Episode 1 - First Blood.

Hi Everyone,

I have just purchased the Kal-Arath compendium rules #1 (Kal-Arath, The Valley of the Black Ziggurat, Lords of the Pit) from Lulu.com, and this is my first solo mission, setting out into the world. I like it, I will be buying the supplements.

Episode 1 - First Blood.

Meet Mal-Shui, Our hero.

Mal-Shui - Strength = 1, Toughness = 2, Agility = 1, Intelligence = -1, Presence = 1

Male Human. Age =24. Brown eyes, 6'1" tall. Longsword, (Attack +1, Damage +1)

Hp. Max =7, Current =6.

Equipment

Longsword, Staff (Homebrew Item = Easy to find and make.) Dagger.

5 days' rations in a sack. Waterskin. Rough blue tunic, an animal fur

cloak, tinder and flint. Silver Coins = 4.

Resolution=2d6+STAT.

8+= Standard success.

If the task is very difficult = roll 2d6 and pick the lowest.

Two 6's= Critical Success. Two 1's= Critical failure.

Initiative = d6+ADI. 4+ They go first.

Range Attack= 2d6+agi>8.

Melee Attack=2d6+str +(Longsword+1)>8

Encumbrance = 9 items.

Episode 1 - First Blood. You are in your home village of Scaleel, a depressing village in the middle of the grasslands, which is in decline. It is on high ground at the edge of a marsh. You have heard from travellers that the city of Thraz is somewhere far to the east. Your goal is to join the Black Legion by winning in the fighting Pits in Thraz. You have made up your mind that you are not going to wait around any longer. Today, you are actually going to do it. You say farewell to your friends in the village and set out on your journey.

Season - Autumn. Weather - Early snow flurries.

You make time plodding through the local marsh, where you have fished your whole life. You see a wizard, Jis-Kel, probably coming from the next village over, Goritan to the east, but he missed the usual path. He is friendly, and I confirm the path back to Scaleel for him. He thanks me and starts on his way. I skirt the main body of water ahead and head NE.

I meet a party of treasure seekers, who nod to me as they pass by (neutral). They do not seem to be in the mood to chat, so I do not enquire what lies ahead. Later, I pass into hillier foothills and stop for a break where I have a good view, or at least I would have, if the snow-filled clouds would lift a bit. I gather some branches off some dry bushes and break them up into a bundle, just in case there is nothing where I have to make camp.

I met some Kainar yak herders coming down from the higher plains. I mention that I have seen a terradun nesting on the cliff, which would be too fearsome to face alone, but together we can take it down. We discuss the problem and decide to shoot it at range from the clifftop, and I will dispatch it, if needed, with my sword.

Terradum = 40 HP.

The archers are very good, 5 shots hit it, and it is mortally wounded. I climb down a rope to finish it off, along with the chicks. I slip partway and get friction burns on my hands. 1 damage. It lunges at me with its beak, but I can tell that it is weak through its wounds. It tries to peck me again, I bat the beak away again with my sword, and I slash its throat, getting a wet spray of blood and a gurgling cry. I stand back and let the blood loss do its work. It is soon dead, the chicks covered in their mother's blood. I dispatch them with a quick twist of their necks.

Then we haul up the carcass, the chicks and the egg in a sack. Then break out the firewood to have a feast. I have now bonded with the Kainar tribesfolk. They give me a Terradon tooth on a necklace with the tribal symbol carved on it. They tell tall tales of giant red and yellow stick beasts which hunt lone travellers who dare go into the Red Mountains. They sing the praises of the plains and the joys of the simple life. He replied that he wanted to see some of the world before he settled down with a family. They laughed and agreed. I salute their brave warriors. I gain 6 rations from the feast, together with part of an egg shell to use as a cooking bowl. We dance into the night, as it is not often that a Terradum is killed, so to get four in one go is a great achievement. We have no night encounters.

The end of day 1.

Map 1a- Day 1.

A Hex is 6 miles wide. Mal's home village is on the left edge. Mal foraged in the first marsh hex to the east and found nothing apart from the wizard and the treasure seekers. NE is the hills with the Yak folk. Mal has covered about 15 miles and eaten 2 rations on the move

I am using "Wilderness Encounters" from drivethruRPG.com to give me more setting information.

There is more to come in episodes 2 and 3 (in draft).

Regards all,

Ivor Cogdell

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Sunday, 8 February 2026

Call of Chuthulu - One Shot "People on the shore" - Not the correct title (Spoilers)

Hi Everyone,

Here is a one-shot(most probably) of a 1920's Call of Cthulhu RPG, I have just taken part in - 7th February 2026, with John and Richard.

18 April 1924 -

Hank (myself) is an athletic scholar at a university. Frank is a Zoroastrian priest (John), and Caroline is a reporter (Richard). Our Patron is a Mr Will Corbett, of Corbett Industries. His son, Master Mark Corbett and a Miss Emily Danvers have both run off from their parent's, and plan to meet up at a secluded location, and are coming from different locations.

Will has been tracking their movements by calling the gas stations in the area and seeing if they have passed by or got gas. Emily has passed Peabody and gone through Lynn. We think that they are heading for a stop in the Peabody area, according to the gas stations on the route, and then to a nearby Hotel, "The Swimming Hole". It is next to a lake, with a Stone Circle and half flooded church in the grounds.

Frank has a sawn-off shotgun with 6 rounds, and I have a pistol with 6 rounds. Harry and Caroline have a knife each.

We follow the two lovers in Mr Corbett's roadster, with Henry, the chauffeur, at the wheel. When we arrive at "The Swimming Hole". The owners of the hotel are Zeke, who is in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his legs and Ned Garvey. Both are very powerfully built. There is a shotgun on the back of the reception wall. The hotel is T-shaped, the reception and private owner's area are along the top, the first 4 rooms are on the front, and the other three are around the back, facing the lake. Further down is the wood and stone circle; the church is further around the lake.

We check the register and find that Emily has booked in and is here in room 7, with another name crossed out for an unknown reason, presumably Martin's. There was no sign of his car out front; Emily's was still there. A Mr Grant Jones is staying in number 4, with a local IronInn Fisheries van parked at the bottom of the T, probably his.

Glancing back through the register, while Ned is getting our towels, I notice that males seem to go missing on the night of the full moon, which unfortunately, is tonight. Emily Room is in room 7, Caroline and Henry take Room 2, Frank and I take Room 1. Looking around, we find tracks of something that has been dragged into the rear section of the hotel, we think either Emily or Mark.

We discover a spyhole in the wall, and Harry sees an octopus in the loo. John shoots it and blows the loo to bits. Frank then hears Zeke coming through a secret trapdoor in the floor, and Zeke now has Octopus legs. Frank shoots it, rolls 4d6 = 18, kills it/him. It falls back down the hole. Frank thinks he saw his backbone explode towards the lake. The rest of us think it's rubbish.

Somewhere, a bell chimes midnight.

A slug slithers through the spyhole, crawls across the floor and bites me on the leg, for 1 point of damage. I kill it, and another one is trying to do the same thing. I manage to stomp on that one without too much trouble.

Looking into the reception area, we see that Ned has armed himself with his shotgun and has vanished.

As we are passing room 4, the door opens, and a shadowy figure appears.

"Blub.alub.alub. Hallo, Blub.alub.alub. Hallo".

Already scared stiff by the night's events, I kill the creature with a pistol shot to the body. On searching the body, we notice that he has webbed hands underneath his gloves. We take his ID and keys to his van.

Episode 2,

On seeing the recent events, Caroline had a psychotic episode, panicked, and ran off into the woods, and we chased after her. We hear chanting from the stone circle. As I approached the lake shore, I saw a sea monster and had an episode and froze in place, watching something or someone being chained to a rock by robed figures. Harry had an phyycotic episode, and his mind was taken over by the creature, and he started coming for me.

I broke free of my trance, turned to run away, yelling, "It's coming for me, Hank's coming to get me!"

Ferb took cover in the trees, and I ran past him. He jumped out, shot Harry with 1 barrel, and turned him into red mist.

"Let's get out of this mad place!"

Ferb burned the fish truck, and we set off in the roadster up the driveway, where we got stuck in the mud. I jumped out and managed to bump us free. We went to Perdue to get more petrol. The gas station was locked up and deserted when we got there, so we had to break in and, with a bit of figuring, manually started the pumps. We left some bills on the table to cover the gas and the lock. We filled up the tank, then looked around for some spare gas tanks and put them in the boot, where an "octopus child" leapt out at us.

I grabbed it by the throat and launched it up the road, like a football, where Ferb shot it with the last of his ammo, but it had launched a detachable hand at me and tried to strangle me with it. Ferb pulled it off me, and we squished it. We made sure that there was nothing else in there, slammed the boot lid and got out of there fast.

Missing in Action - Martin, Emily and Caroline.

Casualties - Hank.

Enemies dealt with - Zeke, Gary. Ocopus Child, 2 Slugs.

Opposition Forces - Ned, the Chanters in the wood, your actual, real-life Sea Monster.

Ferb and I were the only witnesses to survive. We wondered how we were going to explain this to Will when we got back, certainly not with the truth, whatever that was. I am now a germophobe through the shock of it all.

The end, possibly.....

There you go, that was about 5 hours' worth of fun and dice rolls, over two sessions, squashed down into a few lines. We were using luck points and losing sanity points all the way through that chaotic romp. Many thanks to John for saving my neck and Richard, acting as Harry and Caroline, along with being the all-powerful GM, for putting it on the line in the first place, splashing out for the rules and his time collecting additional pictures of props and stuff to flesh out the story for us. This was only one of many ways the story could have gone.

We have no immediate plans to continue with the story, but it may come back on our radar again at some time in the future.

Regards all,

Ivor Cogdell

P.S. Hats off to the Silurians (C) Copyright Dr.Who, just in case they are related.

Wednesday, 18 February 2026