What Of The Plague?

“Mode of infection: Unknown

Is it transmitted through air? Saliva? Touch? What else?

Some infected soldiers insist that the disease speaks to them. Fever?

Suggested course of action: Shoot on sight. Do not touch. Burn the remains.

I wish there was another way, commander.”

-Notes and instructions of a plague doctor, written in a small piece of paper and sealed with black wax. This message was delivered to the French commander Arthur Blanchet.



The plague is a highly contagious sickness of unknown origin.

It is unclear if the plague is supernatural or purely natural phenomenon, or some combination of the two. Some say it was a man that created the plague, in an effort to produce a new chemical weapon to turn the tides of war, while others speak of the miasma of the damned.

This virulent disease wreaks havoc within a living body’s system, painful buboes erupt in the soft tissues and it’s always accompanied by a high fever.

The infected then go mad with pain and they are not responsible for their actions. Clothes and bandages soak in green fluids.

In the last stages of the infection, the sufferers of this terrible disease are relieved of any pain as the plague takes over the nervous system.

The infected rise again, feeling nothing and hearing nothing but the voice of the plague speaking in their heads.

Plague Hound

“Loyal to the bitter end.”


Plague Hounds are domesticated dogs that became infected with the plague.

The dogs’ minds slowly fade away, their once radiant forms are reduced to hollow husks as the sickness takes its toll.

Even in this reduced state, Plague Hounds remain loyal to their masters, they often wander alongside or nearby Plague Troopers.

Plague Hound and dog handler on patrol.

Trench Rats

“Just as some fool said it couldn’t get worse, the rats began to show up.”

-British Soldier



The trench soldiers have to cope with millions of rats.

The omnipresent rats emerge from the dark, they feed on the plentiful bodies that litter the ground, and multiplay exceedingly.

Enormous rats, fat with human flesh.

The worst of them are the septic rats, filthy vermin that spread disease and death in their wake.

Sisterhood Of Healing

Magdalene Sisters are part of a monastic order dedicated to serving people in need, aiding the poor and healing the sick.

Groups of Magalene Sisters are often found in the frontline trenches, providing soldiers with medical care and compassion when it is most needed.

Standard battlefield garment, white monastic dress and leather paraphenalia. Heavy gloves protect against mud and blood in the trenches when not on duty.
Gas mask canister.

The Grand Artist

“Non, non, non, my skills have quite outgrown the confines of the theatrical medium.

I shall take my talents directly to the place they call No Man’s Land.

Ah, Mon ami!

The screams! Le sang! Le drame!

L’inspiration! My muse!

The crowd, they call to us, écoutez!”




Giovanni is a painter, actor, poet, composer, sculptor and playwright who was once an important figure on the French art scene, his admirers traveling from all around the world to attend his events.

Nowdays he roams the wastes in search of an artistic reveletion, stating that this is real life, and that the theater was never as exciting.

The lack of attention made Giovanni miserable and lonely, the horrors of war made him lose grip of reality.

The actror sees the war zone as a play, believing that the enemies are other actors or detractors who came to criticize his work.

He often leaves his masterpieces on random places so that people can admire his work once again.

A painting, a sculpture or a poem, always acompanied by a waxed blood rose.

The Ghost In The Trenches

“It is real, the ghost in the trenches. I know because I’ve seen it.

It was the night that all went to hell. Back then I was attached to a Stray Dogs mixed squad, saboteur division. We found ourselves deep into enemy territory, the trenches were crawling with German soldiers, screams and laughter filled the air. Despite our best efforts, ultimately the primary objective was lost. We were outnumbered five to one and most men were killed in the first moments of the attack. The order to fall back was issued and we broke ranks.

My rifle was damaged by a grenade shrapnel and I had to drop it. I run as fast as I could but I got lost in the unfamiliar trenches, losing the remnants of my comrades as I stumbled into a dead end.

I turned around and there stood a single German, the piercings on his face stretching the skin in bizzare ways as he smiled. He walked slowly as he took aim.

I closed my eyes, preparing for the end. Out of nowhere came a clang followed by an agonised scream. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see the German soldier screaming and cursing, his foot was caught in a mechanical trap, metal teeth biting deep, touching bone.

Then I saw it, the ghost in the trenches. A man in heavy clothes walked from the shadows, his arm extended, revolver in hand. He moved towards the trapped soldier slowly, until the barrel of the gun touched the German’s nose. They both stood there for a long moment, unmoving and silent. The man holstered his gun and reached for the axe on his back. The German’s head hit the ground with a dull thud.

The man then picked up the bloody bear trap, strapped it on his back and turned his head towards me one last time before disappearing in the darkness.”





The drifter is a professional mercenary with a mysterious past. No one knows where he came from and only a handful know his real name. He is accepting jobs no one else does, sneaking in and out of anywhere, unseen.

His survivalist skills truly shine in no man’s land where he makes his way from trench to trench alone, setting up deadly traps and moving undetected.


The drifter’s signature equipment. The bear trap, a simple mechanical device that drove many soldiers to an early grave and a special gift of friendship from the Toymaker, a teddy bear to lure or distract. “Is that a teddy bear? I’ve got to investigate further.”

Living Nightmares

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

-William Shakespeare





It was the summer of 1916 when the Earth turned barren and the oceans boiled away.

It was the summer of 1916 when the veil was lifted and nightmares walked the earth.

Unspeakable demons brayed and screamed as they feasted on the fallen.

Even then Mankind failed to come together against a common enemy.

These are the end times.


Metzger’s Elite

After General Kruger’s betrayal and the chaos that followed, the German forces, lacking any proper leadership, disbanded into smaller warbands.

The warband known as Metzger’s Elite is a sadistic lot, mutilating their faces and living in constant agony, reveling in the pain and suffering.

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