A 28mm skirmish game of ficticious historical characters and their desperate battles in an alternative WW1 setting.
“As long as one of them draws breath, there is no hope for the world.”
Diabolists are sinister warlocks, utterly
dedicated to bringing forth the end of the world.
They serve as a doorway for the worst of the horrors which now walk the Earth.
Diabolists spend their lives hunting for dark and forbidden tomes of lore and will not hesitate to sacrifice millions to achieve their goals.
“I came face to face with a mercenary the other day.
He was resting on the stairs of the shelled school,
and, beside him, a dog.
Their bodies were scarred, battle wounds old and new. The canine’s black fur matched the coal black greatcoat of the soldier.
He picked up a can of jerky, divided it equally and gave half to the dog.
They left moments later, paying no heed to the beggars along the road.”
The innocent of this world.
They must be protected at all costs.
Military units forced to fall back take everything not bolted down and destroy the rest, denying the enemy of any hint of advantage.
Cattle share a similar fate, animals that can’t be evacuated are immediately terminated.
Precious meat, left to rot under the hot sun.
It hasnt moved for ages.
Wolves proved a real menace to the western front and by 1917 they were almost driven to extinction by hunting parties of soldiers and locals sponsored by Liberation Army.
The few that remain are the toughest of their kind.
Anton was severly wounded during the great cull and was left for dead by the frenzied Cultists.
He found himself deep in enemy territory, disoriented and short of ammunition and food.
Anton believed he was the only survivor in a world of traitors and, maddened by grief and solitude, waged a war of his own behind the enemy lines, setting ambushes and destroying enemy infrastructure.
His nickname is Ratjuice, due to his appetite for dead rats.
Eugene experienced the horrors of war from the start, has seen things no man should ever see, and like many others, he found solace at the bottom of a bottle.
As long as there is wine, no job is beneath Eugene, no matter the odds.
He retains the colourful traditional uniform of the nineteenth century rather than the practical horizon-blue field dress of the Liberation Army.
Utterly paranoid.
“I’ve seen them once, from a distance. Their manic screams echoed through the Night.
Soon the conflict between brothers in arms degenerated into a bloodbath.
And they fucking loved it.”
The bloodthirsty Murder Corps are the result of a German experiment to create soldiers who are able to kill when ordered to without feeling guilt.
The experimental serum caused symptoms like severe shaking hands, bloodshot eyes, nosebleed, splitting headaches and induced a permanent state of hyper-aggression, turning men into killing machines.
Even tho the experiment was a failure, production of new Blood Troopers never stopped.
Demands made by Murder Corps masters are getting stranger by the day, and tensions between them and other Cultist leaders are at an all-time high.
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