My life changed when I applied for the advert, hand written on velum, in an old shop window.
"Position of employment offered for a Researcher/Assistant in the field of OCCULT RESOLUTION."
That was how I met Mr. Xanthic, an antique dealer and rare bookshop owner who deals in the more unusual and occult items. It took me from my humdrum life into a world of strange and wonderful with witches, vampires, Vors and 'Others' and an Angelic librarian (just don't eat his cakes).
Armed with a magical blade I barely escaped my hospital bed when recovering from previous injuries so I was sent to recouperate in the countryside staying in a mansion house with just one small task to perform for my employer, findout who or what was responsible for a series of animal mutilations in the area. This took me to a meeting with the most terrifying of witches and run ins with an underground Master and his pet gnome, an akelarre full of witches and a vampire, not to mention a horde of zombies and a case of dissappearing village girls who go to London never to be seen again. Did I mention an army of smoke creatures out for world domination and a stick from the oldest tree of them all?