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London, 1851. Strange forces – faerie, magic, and the more bizarre inventions of science, are everywhere, and barely secret. The infamous Kerberos Club is both a shelter for those touched by the Strangeness, and is at the same time dedicated to protecting Queen and Country from the threats offered by …
Welcome to the Fantastic 19th Century! Under the sky crowded with airships, steam-powered cars race the streets. The marriage of magic and science gave birth to mechanical golems, cabalistic thinking machines and fearsome iron dragons. Yet most of the world is still unexplored – who knows what treasures and mysteries …
The Inuvik Fusion Centre was the pride and joy of the previous administration. A centre to unleash untold energies at fractions of the cost to both the wallet and the planet. But that was then, and this is now. One billion dollars is a lot of money for nothing on …
Archibald Price was mourned by few. A curmudgeonly recluse, he lived alone in his increasingly dilapidated, but once splendid house. Rumours persisted about the millions he hoarded, but evidence to back this up was sparse. After his housekeeper discovered him dead at the bottom of the stairs, the only question …
A missing girl. A winding track. A village by the river. Swords and secrets. Albion is a game of ‘Celtic fantasy roleplaying in a once and future Britain’, currently in playtest.
It started just before the start of last Autumn. Trappers and woodsmen returning from hunting trips into Ravenswood brought back stories of comrades who had been lost to a creature of ancient evil which stalked any caught in the forest after nightfall. No one has seen the beast and lived …
You prefer to call yourselves freelance specialists. Others prefer to call you corporate mercenaries, but what’s in a name? Besides, the pay is good, and as the man once said: It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it. On face value it looked like a juicy contract: infiltrate …
London, 1967. The Empire Club in Soho was once the place to be seen. The décor was glamorous, the dancers gorgeous and the atmosphere electric. The fact that it was owned by the Goldman brothers, London’s most notorious gangsters, just added to its reputation. Now times have turned hard. The …
The 1930s. A family in turmoil. A weekend get together at the country house. Murder most foul. An Inspector Calls.
Arizona, USA and the temperature is in the 120s with no sign of letting up. But it’s not just the heat. There’s a weird atmosphere to the place, a charge in the air that’s getting people all worked up and causing electrical equipment to act all strange. And that’s not …
The Queen of the Western Heaven’s favourite mortal Painter has gone missing. Nobody seems to care or know where he has gone. The Queen arrives at the Ministry of Thunder to demand its agents recover him. The Ministry says “you say jump, we say how high” and assigns its best …
New Shanghi 2223 AD. So there you are lazing away surfing the Data Sphere, when up pops the alert on the old inbox. Tony Deals wants some ‘punks for a private client wanting to front the cash for a hush-hush no questions asked job and you and your posse happen …