London sits at the cross-roads

It is 1870, and the wheels of progress are turning. The empire stretches to all corners of the world. Technologies are being invented at a dizzying rate; never before has it been this easy to travel or communicate with far off lands. Villages become towns, towns become cities. London alone boasts four million souls.

But the Old World remains. As the engines of industry darken the skies, the creatures of myth and legend still creep in the shadows. Ready to take the unwary. Ready to reclaim their hold on the world.

A few brave souls are ready to stand guard against the tide, ready to defend those who remain blissfully unaware. Hunters. Warriors. Believers. The Society of the Standing Stone.

Contra tenebris steterimus. Against the darkness, we stand.

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