Background info for Sebastian Travers

Intense Pain..

You struggle to open your eyes, and then decide that's a bad idea.

This really hurts. This is worse than the time Oliver Reed and Richard Burton came round 
for drinks.

You struggle to remember how you got here.memories, fragmentary and fleeting slowly 
emerge from the haze.

You remember sipping an ice-cool Vodka Martini in a jacuzzi, in the company of six 
dancers from the London Playboy club..

No, that was Tuesday. Definitely Tuesday.

Wednesday.can't remember Wednesday.ah yes, collect third consecutive `Best Dressed Man 
in London' award from the Blue Parrot Club.

Thursday : Photo shoot with David Bailey for cover of Vogue. 

Friday.ah yes, coming back now.life or death struggle with mortal enemy Doktor Krow.

Ah yes, all coming back now.it wouldn't normally have been your sort of case. Stolen 
antiquities and the like. Not exactly world threatening stuff, and far better left to Mr
Templar down the road. Until the name of your old adversary Doktor Krow was mentioned..
rumours had circulated in the underworld for months about an artifact of incalculable 
power hidden somewhere beneath the streets of the capital. And Krow, driven mad by 
consecutive defeats at your hands, was on the verge of retrieving this artifact and 
gaining immeasurable power. Power to wreak a terrible revenge upon the world and yourself
in particular.

Then things get a bit hazy.you confronted your mortal enemy in a hidden chamber far below
London.the place was thick with dust, yet it could be seen that the chamber contained piles
of old books, paintings, tapestries, sculptures.not his usual style at all. Krow, dressed 
in black ceremonial robes, stood clutching a small crystal, no bigger than a salt cellar, 
from which a faint blue glow emanated.

`Curse you Sebastian Travers!'
`It's too late Doktor Krow, I've foiled you again!'
`Not this time Mr Travers. This time the power is MINE! Ny'hah hah hah'
`Hai! Judo Chop!.'

You smile smugly as Krow staggered backwards, and the crystal flies from his hand.

.the crystal hits the floor.

.you have time to notice an expression of absolute horror on Krow's face as the chamber
floods with a blinding white light.

.and then nothing except a brief moment of dizziness, and a glimpse of three silhouettes.
two human figures.and something else.perhaps a child, but horribly emaciated, it's arms 
groping forward.


Your head still aches, but it's cold, and your back hurts.

Perhaps it's time to open your eyes????