The incense smoke clears, and the sparks die down. You crawl out from your hiding spot behind the blood stone tablet thinking this stupid argument is over. But then you turn right back around and start putting some wards up, because these spiteful witches brought out the Hexen Stix. It’s gonna get messy. Continue reading
The flowers are dead. The butler has gone missing. The family patriarch has scurvy. Your brother has tried to kill you for your share of the inheritance. Twice. And worst yet, the tea is tepid. Seeing as it’s the Edwardian era, these are just the beginning of your problems!