Wolfcross is a small community brushing up against the mountains, "protected" by a manor controlled by Astus-Willough. Recently the peace of this community has been shattered
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The peace of Wolfcross has been shattered. For the past four months, there has been a murder within one of the small villages that dot the protectorate of House Astus-Willough. The bodies have been left mutilated and many fear that the work couldnt have been done by anything human. You have come to Wolfcross for business and to possibly help House Astus-Willough protect their people. Some say it is time for an all-out shivaree. Or perhaps that appeals to you? Though the cost in human lives does not. It has been nearly a month since the last murder and tensions begin to rise as the people hold their breath for who could be the next victim.
Wolfcross is a small community brushing up against the mountains, "protected" by a manor controlled by Astus-Willough. Recently the peace of this community has been shattered
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The peace of Wolfcross has been shattered. For the past four months, there has been a murder within one of the small villages that dot the protectorate of House Astus-Willough. The bodies have been left mutilated and many fear that the work couldnt have been done by anything human. You have come to Wolfcross for business and to possibly help House Astus-Willough protect their people. Some say it is time for an all-out shivaree. Or perhaps that appeals to you? Though the cost in human lives does not. It has been nearly a month since the last murder and tensions begin to rise as the people hold their breath for who could be the next victim.
You have been invited to visit Blackthorn Manor. The Property has been abandoned for years ever since Lord Blackthorn was found guilty for the murder most foul of the late Lady Blackthorn.
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One would think with the literal apocalypse looming outside one's window view- Creative Writing would be a breeze in the Dramark. Unfortunately for author Michael Agate, while the Ruin brings despair, misery, and damnation - it hasn't brought a fix to his writer's block. You're all friends of Michael. Truefolk, Aristocrat- and even unbonded- you've all known him throughout his storied career as a master crafter of mystery. And he's recently invited you all to visit him at his new acquisition, and hopefully the remedy to his contemporary lack of creativity: Blackthorn Manor. The Property has been abandoned for years ever since Lord Blackthorn was found guilty for the murder most foul of the late Lady Blackthorn. It's getting dark. Best make haste to see what Agate has been brewing. Or perhaps- what has been brewing inside Blackthorn Manor.
Fires have been starting at exactly midnight, threatening to send all of Grandhurst ablaze. Only the volunteer sleuths of the Fellowship of Invested Citizens have a chance of cracking the case.
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The bell tower tolls midnight, and another deadly fire claims the lives of innocent truefolk. The deadly arsonist, salaciously dubbed The Midnight Blaze, strikes again. Without a target, the mob justice of the shivaree is fruitless, and the Piedmont Accord bizarrely refuses to take on the case. It is up to the amateur sleuths at the Fellowship of Invested Citizens to step in. Far from isolated incidents, the fellowship discovers a web of conspiracy and vendetta touching every strata of society, from the Dorcha Crime Syndicate to the Rivet and Bellows Union to the great aristocratic houses themselves. It isnt long before the detectives find themselves as much the target of the deadly arsonist as the Truefolk they swore to protect. They must contend not only with the machinations of humanity, but the ever present preternatural threat of the Ruin itself.
Fires have been starting at exactly midnight, threatening to send all of Grandhurst ablaze. Only the volunteer sleuths of the Fellowship of Invested Citizens have a chance of cracking the case.
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The bell tower tolls midnight, and another deadly fire claims the lives of innocent truefolk. The deadly arsonist, salaciously dubbed The Midnight Blaze, strikes again. Without a target, the mob justice of the shivaree is fruitless, and the Piedmont Accord bizarrely refuses to take on the case. It is up to the amateur sleuths at the Fellowship of Invested Citizens to step in. Far from isolated incidents, the fellowship discovers a web of conspiracy and vendetta touching every strata of society, from the Dorcha Crime Syndicate to the Rivet and Bellows Union to the great aristocratic houses themselves. It isnt long before the detectives find themselves as much the target of the deadly arsonist as the Truefolk they swore to protect. They must contend not only with the machinations of humanity, but the ever present preternatural threat of the Ruin itself.
A well known aristocratic provocateur has invited you and many other esteemed guests to the abandoned Brinebriar Manse. This simple excursion soon becomes fraught with preternatural terror.
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Pendleton Sharpe-Willough has always been known as something of an auteur-provocateur amongst the whos-who of Grandhurst aristocracy. His lavish parties are wild, his curated excursions shockingly exciting, and his eccentricities endlessly discussed. This latest extravagance is no exception: a well planned weekend sojourn to the seaside, to the abandoned Brinebriar Manse at Trevally, with a delightfully diverse guest list. But once all the guests arrive, the doors are locked, and the windows barred. It becomes apparent that Pendleton has been playing a longer game, and all the guests have sinister secrets. Preternatural terror - Ruin, horrific and unfathomable - lurks in the hidden crevices of Brinebriar Manse, and no guest - not even you - is safe from its clutches.
A well known aristocratic provocateur has invited you and many other esteemed guests to the abandoned Brinebriar Manse. This simple excursion soon becomes fraught with preternatural terror.
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Pendleton Sharpe-Willough has always been known as something of an auteur-provocateur amongst the whos-who of Grandhurst aristocracy. His lavish parties are wild, his curated excursions shockingly exciting, and his eccentricities endlessly discussed. This latest extravagance is no exception: a well planned weekend sojourn to the seaside, to the abandoned Brinebriar Manse at Trevally, with a delightfully diverse guest list. But once all the guests arrive, the doors are locked, and the windows barred. It becomes apparent that Pendleton has been playing a longer game, and all the guests have sinister secrets. Preternatural terror - Ruin, horrific and unfathomable - lurks in the hidden crevices of Brinebriar Manse, and no guest - not even you - is safe from its clutches.