Shockingly, between the Arkham Gazette Kickstarter (48 hours to go!) and other seasonal obligations, I’ve had scant little time to update good old Tomes in Progress. Sorry!
So, here’s what has been going on in the world of Lovecraftian roleplaying games.
- Horror on the Orient Express (ver 2.0) and the Call of Cthulhu 7th edition rules (ebook so far) are available.
- Dreamhounds of Paris is available. Here is a bit of a preview courtesy of Yog-Sothoth.com.
- YSDC also recorded a panel of Chaosium’s CoC licensees at Dragonmeet this year.
- The latest Kickstarter updates from De Horrore Cosmico, The Horrors of War, Feed the Shoggoth, and the Masks of Nyarlathotep prop handouts.
- I was interviewed by Keeper Dan of the Miskatonic University Podcast about the Arkham Gazette Kickstarter. Did I mention there are only 48 hours to go?
- The Good Friends of Jackson Elias released a new episode all about Cubicle 7’s World War Cthulhu ‘setting’ (or is more of a line?); if you want to win a PDF bundle of the two WWC books to date, retweet/G+/facebook their post about this episode. They’ve also got some insane Patreon supporters paying them to sing!
- You only have until January 1st to vote for your favorite Delta Green mailing list Shotgun Scenario. Speaking of Delta Green, Bundle of Holding is offering another DG collection, starting at $8.95.
Finally, a bit of seasonal poetry from HPL himself:
by H.P. Lovecraft
There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o’er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings unhallow’d and old.
There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun’s turning flight,
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule-altar fungous and white.
To no gale of earth’s kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwin’d
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow’rs are the pow’rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.
And mayst thou to such deeds
Be an abbot and priest,
Singing cannibal greeds
At each devil-wrought feast,
And to all the incredulous world shewing dimly the sign of the beast.