“FOR THE KING AND COUNTRY!!!!!”

The world had ended not with a bang, but with a groan. The first reports from the front lines of the Russo-Turkish War had been dismissed as fever dreams or the exaggerations of shell-shocked soldiers—tales of the wounded rising, of enemies continuing to fight long after their hearts had stopped. But the groans had traveled west, carried on the wind and in the bellies of supply ships, and the Blight had seeped into the soil of Europe like a poison. It was in the autumn, as Napoleon’s Grande Armée retreated from the ashes of Moscow, that the dead truly began to walk. The burning of the city had not purged the infection; it had aerosolized it, sending spores of damnation across the continent. Now, from the frozen steppes of Russia to the rain-slicked cobbles of London, the groaning chorus was a constant, dreadful hum beneath the screams of the living.

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“It’s the French, using black magic, I tell you!”

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Inspired by Guts and Blackpowder

-May god bless us all-

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“The Dead Walking? Blasphemy!”

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Scenarios:

1.) Breaking Point. The Dragoon from Portsmouth has came. He doesn’t look like he has a great news

2.) House of Parliament. A group has stuck inside with the horde knocking(slamming) on the front door. Led by Captain Liora Brooke:

3.) Hôtel-Dieu Hospital, Île de la Cité. I have no idea on how to pronounce it. Let’s say the morgue has become an incubator

4.) St. Petersburg last stand. You know the drill. G&B reference

5.) Providence. What could go wrong? You’re an American merchant that has docked on French’s port. What a bueatiful day

6.) Empty. Use your imagination~

The lorebook includes Prussia and Ottoman if you’re also interested