Britannia 225CE. When a mysterious sickness strikes their fort on Hadrian's Wall just as the tribes to the north are becoming belligerent, the auxiliary soldiers of the Brotherhood must investigate.
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In 225CE Hadrian's Wall in Britannia - along with the brave auxiliary soldiers who man it - provides the physical security for the northern frontier of the mighty Roman Empire. However, only some enlightened few understand the graver supernatural threats lurking among the dark forests and trackless marshes of the border region. Those few are yourselves, the Brotherhood, the initiates into the Mysteries of Mithras among the auxiliaries guarding the Wall. And now your home fort of Vercovicium is once again beset by troubles: a mysterious sickness has afflicted many of the garrison, leaving the fort dangerously undermanned just as the tribes to the north are becoming more belligerent under a new charismatic leader. Worse still, this malady has struck down the head of your own Brotherhood. Is this a supernatural attack? Only you have the skills to find out before it is too late.
Rumor of a way to restore the Great Detective's mind has come to you. An ancient device long-hidden near a small town in Switzerland. Fortunately none of Holmes' enemies are aware of it - you think.
San Antonio, Mexican Texas. 1836. Led by James Bowie & William B. Travis, Texans garrison the Alamo Mission with a few hundred men, including Davy Crockett. But Santa Anna is coming.
San Antonio, Mexican Texas. 1836. Led by James Bowie & William B. Travis, Texans garrison the Alamo Mission with a few hundred men, including Davy Crockett. But Santa Anna is coming.
He who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard & knowing - he comes for us, we are weak, we are dying - if only Death could visit us - a mercy for which I dearly pray.
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September 2nd 1190, the year of our Lord.
I pray through the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ; guard me in these hours when no power of the will, or drug of man, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. I long to rest, but this place- this horrid place- this forest of the damned- this forsaken land of nod- it haunts my waking hours and consumes those who fall unto Nyx's sweet embrace. Fool that I was- fools we all were- to plunge with such unsanctioned phrensy into mysteries no man was meant to penetrate-
I hear them, the wind has ceased, he who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing- he comes for us, we are weak, we are dying- if only Death could visit us- a mercy for which I dearly pray- but with him peace rests nevermore and death is but a fool's dream. I wish for it so- dear God, why will you not grant us Death-
A Chain Gang tries to stay alive as all the world is engulfed in utter darkness - a darkness - where something chews, something gnaws, something scrapes, something hunts.
A Chain Gang tries to stay alive as all the world is engulfed in utter darkness - a darkness - where something chews, something gnaws, something scrapes, something hunts.