If you happen to be going to NecronomiCon Providence in late August, you might want to consider signing up for one (or both!) of the game sessions we’ll be running to introduce folks to our two flagship product lines. Spots can be booked via the convention’s page on Tabletop.Events — click here to go straight to our two sessions. You need to sign up to the booking system (aka buy a “gaming pass”) but that’s free … and of course you need to also be a registered con attendee.
The two sessions we’ll be running are described below.
Arkham has recently become home to the newest tobacco company on the east coast, “Reinhart Cigarettes.” This brand has become suddenly extremely popular in many cities including Arkham, where it has recently opened its very substantial brand-new factory headquarters.
Reinhart advertises heavily in the Arkham Advertiser and other newspapers. Their tagline (“To Achieve Greatness One Must Smoke Green!”) is fitting, as the cigarettes produce a faint but distinctive, bilious green smoke. It is also appropriate because many of the loyal Reinhart smokers believe that their choice of cigarette brings them good fortune.
Despite a thriving demand for their product, all is not well for Reinhart Tobacco. When company president Reinhart Laine is found dead in his luxury high-rise office, the Investigators are charged with discreetly looking into the matter.
Who could have wanted the wealthy tycoon dead? Were his political affiliations in the bitter race for Arkham’s next Mayor somehow a factor in his death? Or is the closely held secret to Reinhart Cigarettes’ distinctive green-smoking tobacco something that a rival company might be willing to kill to find out?
(Scenario written by Noah Lloyd; Dateline: Lovecraft is a system independent newspaper-prop resource published by Cthulhu Reborn)
Life in the early penal colony of New South Wales was pretty grim. Conceived as a self-contained prison, the colony was designed as somewhere that every “undesirable” element from Britain could be banished. What nobody considered was the potential for catastrophe created by the concentration of all the “dregs” of British society in a pressure-cooker environment, and more importantly the concentration of their dark and degenerate beliefs.
This scenario tells the story of a convoy of two ships – the Emily and the Lulworth Cove recently arrived at Port Jackson carrying a mixture of new convicts, free settlers, and redcoat soldiers. The eight-month voyage of these vessels from England has been anything but smooth, made especially unpleasant due to a mystery illness that has spread like wildfire through both ships. The strange affliction leaves victims covered in disgusting yellow scabs; almost everybody has shown some signs of infection. To everyone’s great dismay the harbourmaster at Sydney has refused to allow the ships to land, placing the convoy under quarantine.
But … not everyone seems willing to wait for permission to land. Last night both ships were awoken by a terrible ruckus which ended with a solitary figure falling into the water, apparently hell-bent on swimming the last miles to Sydney Town. The strange thing is … the man who was seen paddling into the distance as though he had the devil at his heels was a frail old priest – and blind!
Ticket of Leave #14: Hark, Now Hear the Sailors Cry
Cthulhu Reborn 