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The Cthulhu Hack Convicts and Cthulhu
The Cthulhu Hack Convicts and Cthulhu
Black Hack
Viking Zombie: The Vikings did settle the site and in time they buried their dead and pass away, but they were exiles rather than explorers. Ragnvald Oskarsson possessed strong beliefs about the honoured dead and the end of things, and in return his tribe banished him. But with him he took his followers and his previous stores of knowledge gathered from trading trips to the Middle East.
Over time, as his beloved and trusted followers passed on, he prepared their bodies and sealed their ‘essential saltes of humane dust’ in jars. Each jar had its place in the communal burial chamber, alongside the long ship that would transport them to the final battle. And Ragnvald possessed the vital knowledge to secure their return, a ritual to extract a precious drop of the venom of Jörmungandr, the World Serpent itself.
When Mason stumbled upon the entrance to the burial place, he found the words of Ragnvald inscribed upon exquisite sheets of metal, their surface barely dulled with age. He researched and practised the rituals presented, distilling the venom as the long dead Viking had instructed. He gathered samples of the saltes into his private quarters, securing them in a locked chest; but, his other ‘fascinations’ led him astray and he didn’t return for the chest before heading south. He fully intended to return.
The tremor tore a gash in the earth beneath Mason’s quarters, sending shelves and cupboards crashing – and the chest dashed upon the floor. The venom mixed with the saltes… and things stirred in the wake of the destruction.
The Cthulhu Hack Convicts and Cthulhu
Black Hack
Viking Zombie: The Vikings did settle the site and in time they buried their dead and pass away, but they were exiles rather than explorers. Ragnvald Oskarsson possessed strong beliefs about the honoured dead and the end of things, and in return his tribe banished him. But with him he took his followers and his previous stores of knowledge gathered from trading trips to the Middle East.
Over time, as his beloved and trusted followers passed on, he prepared their bodies and sealed their ‘essential saltes of humane dust’ in jars. Each jar had its place in the communal burial chamber, alongside the long ship that would transport them to the final battle. And Ragnvald possessed the vital knowledge to secure their return, a ritual to extract a precious drop of the venom of Jörmungandr, the World Serpent itself.
When Mason stumbled upon the entrance to the burial place, he found the words of Ragnvald inscribed upon exquisite sheets of metal, their surface barely dulled with age. He researched and practised the rituals presented, distilling the venom as the long dead Viking had instructed. He gathered samples of the saltes into his private quarters, securing them in a locked chest; but, his other ‘fascinations’ led him astray and he didn’t return for the chest before heading south. He fully intended to return.
The tremor tore a gash in the earth beneath Mason’s quarters, sending shelves and cupboards crashing – and the chest dashed upon the floor. The venom mixed with the saltes… and things stirred in the wake of the destruction.
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