Saturday, 11 January 2020

Coming soon! Van Helsing’s Vampire Hunters

Jonathan Harker, Arthur Holmwood, Dr John Seward and Quincey Morris have arrived all having pledged their lives in the fight to rid the world of the curse of the Undead!








Thursday, 2 January 2020

A Hansom job

Well, it's actually a Brougham but the title was too good to miss :-)

The kit is from Westwind and it wasn't the easiest to put together needing some small conversion work but the results are worth it.

It will, of course, be used in our Highgate Miniatures adventures and rumour has it that OSHIRO modelterrain will be producing a range of Victorian vehicles this year.






Friday, 6 December 2019

Highgate Miniatures in action!

Here is a selection of photos showing just a few of the Highgate Miniatures in action against the excellent OshiroModelTerrain scenery.










Thursday, 5 December 2019

New releases now in stock!

We are pleased to announce the release of the next three packs:

HIGH10 Vampire Queens:
More deadly than the male of the species, the Vampire Queens and Ladies, each characterised by their different strengths and traits.
The Innocent, The Ancient, The Seductress and The  Arrogant Blood Queen.

HIGH11 Gypsies 2:
Four more characters including the Wise Woman.

HIGH12 London Characters 1:
Four  unique individuals to fight for good or evil

These are now in stock and available to buy from here:

https://oshiromodels.wixsite.com/oshiromodelswebshop/highgateminiatures












Wednesday, 4 December 2019

The Casebook of Sheraton Howell: Part XV The First Case VIII

We ran into the alley way through the gate, which we had arranged to be left open. We could see the woman scramble over another wall and we ran to ensure she remained in view. We manage to keep her in sight through the unusually clear night, her apparently much reduced agility, and a little luck with our guesswork on those occasions where she drifted out of view.

We finally lost her in an area comprised of some splendid old properties where the large trees restricted our view and already limited light. There were now houses with lit rooms and little in the way of clues to determine whether the she-devil had simply passed through the area or had taken refuge in one of the buildings. It was then that I remembered Howell’s injury which he had fastidiously failed to mention during our pursuit. The scratches to his shoulder and arm were deep and I was certain he would bear them forever more, though I thought it best not to mention this. They would need to be cleaned and dressed soon. The exertion of the chase now lay heavily on Howell and his pains began to intensify so we reluctantly agreed to find our way back to an area we recognised and thenceforth to return to my lodgings for treatment and breakfast.



‘Howell’ I started, but my words were cut short by a finger to his lips. ‘James’ he whispered, ‘if you were a ragged beast of the type we just encountered, would you be more inclined to reside in a fine dwelling complete with servants,’ he paused, casting his good arm towards the houses around us. ‘or would you place yourself in a location such as this?’ He pointed to a large house opposite us which, unlike the ones we had walked past was set some way back from the street and had a distinctly unkempt appearance. Heavy shutters covered the windows, though as I followed the direction Howell was pointing I could see that a single large window was not shuttered and lay open, a curtain, grey in the poor light, flapped in and out of the opening.

Wednesday, 27 November 2019

The Casebook of Sheraton Howell: Part XIV The First Case VII

The woman hesitated briefly then hissed loudly, her attractive features changing instantly. Hers was the face of a demon, her contorted snarl exposed fangs like a wild beast, her face twisted in savagery. Howell fired a shot into the air but she barely seemed to notice. Now Sheraton Howell is a gentleman but he is also, thankfully, highly pragmatic. As she approached he fired once more into the ground at her feet, then seeing no hesitancy in her approach, he fired a single shot into her leg. Alas, this but slowed her down and seemed to simply anger her more. The beast swiped at Howell, knocking the gun from his hand and sending him staggering backwards.



It was then that I found myself running across the garden, sword cane drawn, almost unaware of my own actions. The devil woman was clawing at Howell’s injured arm and I swear it was if she was some predator about to make a meal. I sliced at the woman’s legs, just below the knees, and she screamed as if she was indeed a beast. She turned to face me as Howell grasped for his gun. Picking it up he fired directly into her back several times and I saw at least one of the bullets exit her chest. We could scarcely believe that she still stood, yet stand she did, her screams awful to recall. The ruckus had by now awakened the household and several police whistles could be heard nearby. The woman turned and fled, still able to clear the garden wall, but not without some struggle from the wounds inflicted. Howell, though injured, shouted ‘after her’. The door to the house opened and I shouted to the figure in the doorway, pointing to the fallen figure of the young girl lying on the grass. She had not been touched in the brawl and I suspected she had simply fainted.

Saturday, 23 November 2019

Setting the mood

In Limehouse.

Just a bit of fun with the fledglings and lady adventurers.

More to follow in the coming weeks.