Arkham Horror Fan Creation League

Scenario Twenty One

2012-01-31T14:34:00.000-08:00

Conversions of the Sea

Lola grinned with the thrill of victory. Blood dripped down her chin as she gorged on Mark’s eyeballs. “Don’t you see? It has a role for me! I’ve been cast in His play! I’m going be a star again! I just need to eat all the crazy people, and I’ll be His favorite!” She cackled insanely until Ursula shot her dead.

“Damn… What a waste…” said Michael. “But I always knew her nut was cracked. Even before the play. I’m glad she didn’t bump me off too. I thought we’d won… But It’s like we never get to really win. Sometimes I wish…”

“Don’t wish and don’t worry Michael,” said Ursula, “I know just the woman who will help us save the world.”

“You must, Ursula,” whispered Mary. “Events are out of control. This is all out of control. Something must be done… But I fear… I fear…”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I have this under control. We’ll win this war in the end. It is my belief that the alien life forms that we have battled fear us more than we fear them. Wait until you meet my librarian, you’ll see why, and she’ll teach you the true meaning of God’s wrath!”

***

They entered the library. “Daisy?” said Ursula, “We discussed this. We need you now, things are getting worse, and I have reason to believe that the end is near. But you have studied for so long, and I… Daisy?” Daisy had fallen asleep in her tome, her face was buried between the pages. “Daisy, wake up!” Ursula shook her shoulder then spun her around and saw that all the flesh of the front of her skull had been chewed off, but no blood was on the Necronomicon’s yellowing pages. Clipped to those pages was a note in Daisy’s meticulous handwriting. Ursula nervously rubbed the sides of her throat as she read.

***

When the Suns are dead and rotten,

And their dreams have been forgotten,

The heralds of the true God drum,

Destruction their instruments’ thrum,

Azathoths’ daughters and sons.

And the last Moon wears a darkened sneer

Knowing that the end is near.

The Unbirthing comes.

***

“So you want me to help?” George snarled. “I’m so glad you came to ask me at last. That’s right, don’t think I’m an idiot! I’ve paid to have you followed, and I already know a bit about what’s going on. And now that you’ve got no one left, you want my help, or my money? I don’t think you’re worth one cent! But sure, I’ll help. Just to show you that just because I’m old doesn’t mean I’m worthless. And don’t think I’m giving you this money for free, you’re going to pay back every cent in the end, with interest!”

“Don’t worry,” said Jenny, “I’ll pay back every penny, you fat headed idiot.”

“Maybe your father’s money will.”

“You really have become a bitter old bastard, you son of a—”

***

Tommy waded through the water flooding the street, pushing through the winds and sheets of water that blew into his face. First those crazies killing all those people in the asylum, and now a flood in the middle of summer. I wonder if those rumors I heard about the nun building an army are true? Oh, now what the hell is that? Another one of those yellow eyed fish freaks… Squid? Octopus? Whatever. It’s some kind of seafood that’s better off on a plate. Better give Becky some more target practice. I wonder if those Innsmouth stories I heard are true… What kind of moron has sex with a fish monster? I can’t believe I have some relatives up there…

***

First the sea was lifted into the sky, and now the sky was falling… At least he could put his ship to good use. Leo had told him to come to Arkham if time passed and he stopped sending him news… And Silas had, but… It all seemed wrong, and right. And the dreams were growing more vivid and more beautiful. But they were still things of horror. Sometimes he could hardly bear to wake from them, and sometimes he could hardly bear to fall asleep, but he was starting to forget which should be the case… And the dreams were so strong here… So beautiful, but so wrong… He needed to go home… But was his home here, or the castle rising beneath the sea?

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Add the Kingsport board for the remaining scenarios: however, it is not recommended that you add Kingsport encounters in Arkham or Kingsport mythos cards.

Expanded Investigator Pool: Tommy Muldoon, George Barnaby, Silas Marsh
Ancient One: Cthulhu

Herald: The Galaxy of R'lyeh

Required Investigators: Tommy Muldoon, George Barnaby, Silas Marsh

Special Rules:

Start of game: A Deep One is placed on every Street in Kingsport. The first R’lyeh Stack must be Hound of Tindalos, Colour Out of Space, Cthonian, Lloigor. Instead of normal Stack movement, this Stack moves on a black arrow every turn, after it moves, all monsters in the stack have their special movements activated (the Hound’s activates last), and they move together with the Hound. If the entire Stack is not defeated in a Movement Phase, return defeated monsters back to where they were. When this first Stack initially leaves R’lyeh, immediately form a random Stack on R’lyeh.

Stacks on R’lyeh ignore Silas Marsh. After the first turn, while in Arkham, Silas must spend his first two movement moving towards the nearest R’lyeh gate, these two movement automatically evade monsters.

Each Upkeep, the first player’s maximum sanity is reduced by 1.

Investigators who defeat an aquatic monster immediately draw two Innsmouth Look cards. Aquatic monsters are treated like Spawn monsters (except they can be in the cup), if one goes to the Outskirts, place it on Unvisited Isle instead.

When the doom track reaches 8, randomly draw one of Cthulhu’s Sinister Plot cards. If it is Unnatural Growth, the first player must fight Cthulhu as if in an encounter on a dual colored other world card (if victorious, search the unique item deck for an Elder Sign instead of sealing a gate). If it is not, Cthulhu’s listed attack takes place (this can not be prevented).

Cthulhu’s combat modifier is –8.

Clarification: Stacks can not be moved by any effects other than their own movement. Monsters in stacks are not removed by the closing of gates. Handcuffs can not be used against Cultists.

Scenario Twenty

2012-01-28T17:29:00.000-08:00

Echoes of Apocalypse

“I don’t know…” Mary said. “I don’t know if I am controlling it or if it is controlling me. I thought that the Key was our instrument, given to us by God, but, it is something… A power beyond my imagining. And…”

“It’s our strongest weapon,” shouted Harvey. “It’s our only chance! We would have been dead a hundred times over without it!”

“And perhaps better off dead,” said Norman. “In the heart of existence something lurks deep, corroding a way through space and time. That something that drove Jacqueline to despair. I saw just a fragment of the greater darkness. Just a fragment fills every moment of my waking with terror… And the thing within Mary? Has it occurred to you that this thing could be using us as a tool to trap or kill its rivals? It may just be using us to serve some mysterious purpose, and if it is as powerful as you think it is, when it is done with us, what horror will it wreak on all creation? Has it occurred to anyone else that this creature might just be using Mary as a host to feed through?”

“Yes, but if that were the case, it would make no sense that it should try to escape,” said Gloria. “Wait. Quiet, something’s wrong.”

***

Fire, flood, famine, war. Petty distractions compared to the coming horrors. Let them savor the taste of apocalypse. The Arbiter sneered as the next harbinger began to awaken. The ants still crawl toward their doom. He was privileged to work the will of the mightiest of Gods against the disgusting creatures.

He smashed his pen through his pages, helping Hastur’s madness enter his enemies’ brains.

***

Mark’s hands still dripped with blood. No, no they didn’t. He hadn’t killed so many in the war… But he had to… They tried to stop him. And the flamethrower stopped working… So he had to… Had he really punched through that girl’s skull? How could he have known that she was already dead? And why did he keep doing it? It’s not his fault the thing in the sky was in their heads. Like Sophie’s. She vanished into thin air. He hadn’t burnt her. He hadn’t. He still heard the screaming in his head. And it wouldn’t stop. And the burning people. Screaming. Screaming like Sophie. And the raining bodies exploding wet on the streets around him like shells in the trenches. The stench of decaying human meat invaded his nostrils.

No! No! Stop! He had to focus on doing what had to be done. He had to finish what he was doing so he could finish what he was doing. They hadn’t beaten it. Just drove it away. And what they faced now was even worse. This world… It’s like the war came to Arkham. The town’s mostly ash and mud now. Ashy half eaten corpses littering the streets and trapped in the rubble.

Was this the war still? Was that Sophie’s ghost he saw? Burning in the sky? He… Saw red. No… Yellow. Yellow like a smashed brain. No! No! No! Get out of my head!

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Expanded Investigator Pool: Lola Hayes, Mark Harrigan
Ancient One: Glath En’qun
Heralds: The Arbiter of Reality and The King in Yellow
Required Investigators: Lola Hayes, Mark Harrigan

Special Rules:

Start of Game: Lola and Mark begin with one madness card. The terror level begins at 2. The first mythos draw is Disturbing the Dead. It comes into play despite being a rumor.

When the terror level reaches 3 and 6, search for 2 rumors instead of one. After the terror level is at six, search for another rumor for each level the terror level is raised afterwards.

Purifying the Town cannot be passed if drawn.

Scenario Nineteen

2012-01-12T16:59:00.000-08:00

Reign of Madness

“Glurp…” Leo puked blood.

“I am sorry Leo,” said Agnes, “but you are a small sacrifice to make to seal this thing back inside the nun.” Her dagger dripped red as she stabbed his chest again and again. “As a leader you should understand the value of your sacrifice.”

Leo screamed, his fingers dug into his deepest wound, then his body slowly pulled apart before exploding in a cloud of blood that formed a glowing mesh spinning around Yog-Sothoth. The God then twisted, shrunk, and shrieked. Innumerable baleful eyes turned to Agnes, and its entire body split open like a giant mouth. An enormous tongue bristling with teeth shot forth from its cavernous depth, impaled her head before she could scream, and grappled her body into its gaping maw. Then It vanished.

Convulsion wracked, Mary flopped around on the ground, her mouth foaming, infinity swarming around her. Yog-Sothoth was inside her again. The witch as well. And the world shifted.

***

Insane laughter and screaming in the clouds. Blood and bodies raining from the sky. Splattering in the street. When the raining corpses crushed pedestrians too foolish to stay indoors twice as many body parts would spray out, shattering through walls and windows. Sometimes the shrapnel of exploding flesh would even kill people barricaded indoors. Severed hands, legs, and fingers shooting forth and piercing screaming people’s torsos and faces was a gruesome sight.

And then there were the madmen garbed in yellow, screaming at the skies, praying, and laughing at the spectacle of terror around them. Echoing the thing they heard there, the thing that swooped down to consume them. They had seen the King in Yellow. They were… Its fans? “Hastur! Hastur! Hastur!” They cheered.

Lola remembered having that kind of fame. She had had that kind of fame? Hadn’t she?

“Move, idiot!” Mark heaved her into a wall then readied his flamethrower as a maniacally grinning man zoomed his automobile towards them. The car split through the sea of flames. The blast’s heat burnt out the tires. Luckily the car veered away from them. The driver’s remains oozed down across the house his car slammed into. Mark grasped his head. Did he use the flamethrower or the cocktail? He couldn’t remember. “No one calls me an idiot! I am Lola Hayes! I’m the one who told you about what’s really going on! I’m the one who saw it! The man in yellow told me in a dream, but I told him to go to hell! And you can go to hell too, you idiot! Who the hell are you, you damn nobody with your stupid heroics? You could have killed me! Let’s just find that damn nun. She’s the one everyone’s supposed to kill.”

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Expanded Investigator Pool: Mark Harrigan, Lola Hayes
Ancient One: Hastur
Heralds: Creature in the Cloud
Required Investigators: Mark Harrigan, Lola Hayes

Special Rules

Start of Game: Mark and Lola begin with one madness card, and the terror level begins at one (this does not trigger Heavenly Theater).

Cultists are nightmarish 2.

All yellow bordered monsters are nightmarish 3, are not counted against the monster limit, and if one appears in the outskirts, it is placed on the gate with the fewest monsters, first player's choice if a tie, then all investigators lose one sanity.

Whenever an investigator goes insane, raise the terror level by one.

No effects other than Mythos cards may move Servitor of the Outer Gods and Blue Watcher of the Pyramid can not be used against it.

Scenario Eighteen

2012-01-08T08:10:00.000-08:00

The Dark Revelation

The witch fire burnt through her, blasting Nka'ji Ara. The subterranean temple which housed the ancient horror lay in ruins. Its sacrificial altars smashed. Its feeders destroyed. Agnes grinned in exultation. She had defeated it. Her flame dug tunnels beneath its withered flesh. Its blood boiled, its brains burst, death sprayed from its flesh. It shrieked in pain. But… Still, it laughed! No! It can not be! The inside of creature’s mouth gaped impossibly. It… The creature’s death itself a gate!

And between the God's rows of endlessly stretching teeth, the desperate warriors saw worlds within worlds within worlds colliding together and smashing apart. Labyrinths forming and collapsing between them. Strange and fearsome creatures crawled along the walls of the infinite mazes, but they too shifted between different forms and nothingness. No stability in anything. The twirling cosmos they saw in the creature’s mouth was twisted, tangled, and dying. And an invisible malevolence far greater than the conductor of the chaos they beheld made the bravest among them shiver. A nameless horror tore through their hearts, but they knew not why.

And Mary’s flesh burned. Not from fear… But… Something else. Something within her responded to the voices coming from the gateway. And then she knew. The thing within her had summoned Nka'ji Ara to free it. Voices whispered silence in her ears. She burnt with cold sweat… Black sweat… Her clothing dripping with darkness. She began gibbering in an alien language, and the sweat ran from her flesh, flooding from her mouth, thickening to ooze, and choking her in an unending stream of vomit.

Agnes shrieked, “Fools! Yog-Sothoth was the Key of which you spoke?! That is Yog-Sothoth imprisoned in the Nun’s own flesh! Death has summoned Its child, It breaks forth at Its child’s call, and It takes Its child’s formless form! Flee! Flee! Before we are all doomed!”

The black ooze streamed through Mary’s flesh. Eyes on tendrils began to grow on the tiny stalks that pierced her skin, yanking their way through her flesh. They stared at her malevolently while wrenching themselves out of her. The tendrils slithered together into a dark coalescing pulp of liquidly blob.

Then it stopped, and Mary, starved for air, gasped like a dying fish on an icy floor.

The flood’s hideous bubbling features had semi-solidified into a corner. It loomed and bulked into a great monstrosity, arms, legs, and tentacles sprouting from all its flesh. More eyes began opening on it. They looked upon the investigators. They looked beyond them through all time and space. Then they all turned upon Mary, and roaring mouths began ripping through the creature’s skin. The volume of their rage shook rocks loose from the cavern’s ceiling.

Scrambling through the rubble of their victory, they fled, but It did not follow.

It stayed behind… No longer could It be restrained. It flexed and burst through the tiny weak enclosure, what were mere walls of earth and stone to It? It could see the sky again and hungered. Limbs and tentacles flailing, It slithered through the streets, smashing its innumerable arms into the tiny domiciles in which the tiny creatures hid. It tore away the windows, walls, and roofs when needed, but always dragged out screaming sustenance. To feed. To grow.

It would finish freeing Itself later. It first sought easier prey. It hungered for the rest of Its still trapped flesh most of all, but It would consume the weak and sluggish creatures surrounding It first. Once stronger, It could take back what was Its own. And It would peel open the encaging body just like the shells of brick, wood, and stone, no barriers compared to the infinities of the cosmos It had torn through. And the hollow thing of black and white that still hid and housed so much of Its flesh would be sweet to devour. And It would be whole again, and free.

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Expanded Investigator Pool: Leo Anderson, Agnes Baker
Ancient One: Yog-Sothoth
Heralds: Kerathimel
Required Investigators: Agnes Baker, Sister Mary

Special Rules:

The Dunwich Horror begins the game on The Black Cave. It has +1 toughness, an awareness of -1, and in addition to its special movement, it moves like a fast stalker monster on white every mythos phase. It can never be moved from the board or relocated in any way, except by defeating it in combat (which returns it to The Black Cave). Instead of the usual reward for defeating it, an investigator defeating it clears the Dunwich Horror track, draws from the top five cards of the unique item deck, keeps one, and discards the rest. For each token on the Dunwich Horror track the Dunwich Horror gains an additional +1 toughness. Once per game, defeating it also removes one doom token from the doom track.

Investigators moving through a street adjacent to The Dunwich Horror must roll a die, and on a 1-3 draw a madness, injury, or reduce maximum sanity or stamina by one (though never to zero). Investigators with madness or injuries can not retire.

When the doom track reaches three, place one random monster on each unstable location in Dunwich. Blue bordered and yellow bordered monsters in Dunwich move like black bordered monsters instead.

When the doom track reaches seven, The Dunwich Horror adds a doom token on rolls of 2-6 instead.

If Yog-Sothoth awakens, he has 5 extra doom tokens and physical resistance.

Scenario Seventeen

2011-12-01T21:26:00.000-08:00

Indomitable or Doomed?

Harvey Walters began to speak, “All our efforts have been in vain, still the creature oozes through the cracks in reality towards all worlds. We defend some of the worlds, but the true menace comes closer and closer, and we do not even know its name. It is quite possible that this task serves no purpose. That our struggles and investigations will end in failure. I think that any who choose to quit should be allowed to do so… Gloria?”

“I feel the same… But I will not quit until the end. If we are destined to fail, at least we will die fighting.”

“Norman?”

“It hasn’t been proven that we have no chance, not at all, and unless you can verify this ridiculous theory with some facts instead of speculation, I’ll stick around. This old man is no coward either.”

“Jenny?”

“My sister is dead… So horribly dead… So many times… Still, sometimes I see her alive… And Joe is gone as well, except in memory… I’ll fight for them.”

“Ursula? Are you going to finally prove that you’re a woman and back out?”

“Did you really need to ask me this moronic question, you condescending dinosaur?”

“Mary?”

Mary was silent before responding, “God will bring us success in the end. The demons of Hell can not prevail against him, no matter how horrid they seem.”

“Michael?”

“Are you saying I’m more chicken than the girls?”

“Errr, no.” Wisely, Harvey Walters ran out of the room.

“Hello! I’m still here!” Shouted Amanda.

***

The Arbiter’s lip curled. They are like insects in a cage, fluttering against the glass, and they gasp to reach a candle on the other side… Sickening creatures and their love of life. Soon they shall be taught the value of oblivion. But fools are too foolish to quit. So few of them are capable of even realizing even an inkling of the true nature of the cosmos. And that absurd nun, a fool among fools, still faithful to her silly dreams and hope. Fate would crush her though. It would crush them all. Their doom was written in the stars. The end draws near. The Great Old Ones come.

***

Leo failed to protect the one he was so certain would save them all. Patrice was so powerful. So confident. And one day she woke up and found her violin smashed. The thing that hunted them… It pulled her off the side of the ship soon after. They heard her screaming throughout the night. And then again and again in their nightmares.

Ursula told him that he must forget, that in the worlds to come he would see worse, again and again. But he could not forget, he would not forget. No matter the pain of memory, he must keep it sharp, so that he could keep himself sharp and protect the others from such hideous fates. The nun would not forget either. She understood duty even if she called it faith.

***

Agnes hid in the darkness of the diner. This little thing hunting her wasn’t nearly as bad. The thing that killed her before... It sought her again. This time, this thing, a mere minion, but enough to destroy her. She remembered the beast itself, with its endless rows of teeth.

No! It saw her! The creature rushed forward, tongue and teeth hanging from its once human face, and with desperate strength from the mists of her forgotten memories, Agnes opened a portal, pulling it through a gate to the other side of Arkham. That noise? Pain? No… Laughter…

I have been tricked to rip the gateways further… And now it comes. Now it will come in full… But we shall not be doomed today. Agnes slammed her smock to the floor, and her fist began to burn with a controlled flame. No, we shall not be doomed today, soon the hunter shall become the prey.

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Expanded Investigator Pool: Leo Anderson, Agnes Baker
Ancient One: Nka'ji Ara
Heralds: The Arbiter of Reality
Required Investigators: Agnes Baker

Special Rules:

Start of Game: the first monster to emerge from a gate is randomly selected Cultist.

Cultists are spawn stalkers (despite being in the monster cup). If one would go to the Outskirts, place it at Silver Twilight Lodge instead. They are physically and magically immune, have a +0 combat rating, are immune to handcuffs and can not be returned to the cup except by combat. They can not be taken as trophies. Investigators who fail a combat check against them are devoured.

When the Doom track reaches four and eight, place two Cultists on Agnes Baker's location each time, unless she is in Another World or Lost in Space and Time (in which case she is devoured). If she is in jail, place them on the next space she is in when she leaves jail.

When Agnes defeats a Cultist, it goes to The Silver Twilight Lodge instead of the cup. For all investigators other than Agnes, Cultists are Nightmarish 3, have 2 toughness, and force an investigator who returns one to the cup to draw one madness immediately (without restoring sanity).

If an investigator is devoured add two more doom tokens to the doom track.

If investigators in Arkham fail a horror check, treat it as though they simultaneously failed the combat check, and they are delayed.

Intermission: Abandonment and Apotheosis

2011-12-01T20:15:00.000-08:00

Intermission: Abandonment and Apotheosis

“So you see, Mandy, you can be one with me. One forever when I become one with It. Defeat is inevitable. You know that. Not like the rest of the chittering fools you associate with. Kill them! Kill them! Then you may join with us and survive!”

***

They were… All dead… And she was bleeding deep. From where the Skinless One’s knife had stabbed. Oh Mandy… Oh Mandy… How could you do its work… Mary wept, hopelessly overwhelmed as Amanda, Ursula, and Harvey attempted to push more things in front of the door.

Mandy shrieked and stabbed through the wood. The mask of sanity gone. Her mind devoured and replaced by Nyarlathotep.

“It won’t hold!” screamed Ursula, “Use the key Mary, or she will kill us all!”

“I can’t! I can’t!” Mary sobbed. “It won’t work. We’re all going to die here! God has abandoned us!”

A deep disembodied voice spoke from the center of the room. “I have no abandoned you. I simply desire a little piece. A little piece for a little peace. You destroyed so many of my bodies, I required more flesh to weave them again. But I am satisfied with your gifts to me. I need no more death. No more than I have already given you. I am satisfied with your blood. All I require now is a little piece. Just some flesh. And I will leave you to your futile struggle.”

“F-flesh?” whimpered Mary.

“Yesss. It needn’t be much. Just a toe or a finger. I too wish to live. I too wish to escape. And I must have some of the Key to do so. Feed me of your flesh, and we both may live. For a while. Well, woman of God? I too am a God, serve me of thy body.”

Mary trembled uncontrollably, “D-do it…” she whispered from her strangled throat. She stretched out her pinky and howled as Ursula hacked it off. In excruciating pain, she regained control of herself. In a firmer tone, she spoke to the voice, “It is done. Now take it and leave us.”

Tentacles began swirling down from the ceiling, a vast mouth opened up in one of them, Mary placed the pinky in her hand and lifted it up towards it, a great bloody tongue snaked down and grasped the finger, pulling it into the maw of Nyarlathotep.

“Thank you for the gift. Now it is time for me to wish you children goodbye. I hope your deaths are pleasant ones. I however, shall become one with It and endure.”

Mandy began to laugh, then hacked through her own head so her face and half her skull slid off. Her corpse thumped on the floor. The Maskless shrieked in triumph. And then again in horror.

Mary and the three survivors left the world immediately.

“No! No!” The Maskless wailed, “You gave it to me at last! I have her face now! Don’t leave me!” But Nyarlathotep was gone as well.

***

“Don’t worry Mary,” said Ursula, “I’ll find more. There are always more who are willing to fight. I have contacts all over the world. Besides, a few of the others still exist. We’ll stop this thing. Where there’s a will, there’s a way!”

***

“My will. My way. And what an awful cliché. Regardless, the story goes superbly. Despite its actors insisting on improvising and altering my manuscript of flesh, we finally near the end. The coming doom shall make a worthy conclusion to the tale of existence, but there shall be no encore.”

Scenario Sixteen

2011-11-19T17:17:00.000-08:00

Divine Ambition

The Black Man’s death scream stretched to the sky as a hideous shrieking creature emerged from its mouth. The screaming swirled around them. They ran as it tore them apart. They fled to a new Arkham and replaced the dead from that world, but the Wailing Writhers had followed them. Then the town descended into chaos. Even the asylum was no longer safe as one of the creatures hunted its halls, and it allowed none to leave, or so they’d heard. It came and went. It waited for them… Were they the hunters or the hunted? The skinless one still stalked them, and it seemed like all the gates were guarded. The masks were backed by an army of monstrosities. This world was a trap!

***

The stupid squirming things and their disgusting willfulness… She would pin them to the walls and lick them while her lover peeled off their faces. Her tongue would linger over their sweet blood. She would wear them all, but one above all else, the one that would win His love forever. That beautiful red haired bitch would cover her face, and she would smile like she once did. All would be well again… The stars were soon right. If they could triumph here, they would reign forever as Gods of the night… He would lift her to divinity with Him, reward her millennia of devotion, make her one with Him at last… All His power was pressed out now, and none shall stand against the great Nyarlathotep!

***

The pieces are set, now the game’s to be played… It’s been such a delight to dance with these hairless bags of limbs and meat and make them dance to my songs. The burning worlds seem most beautiful before being snuffed out. Let them be mine for a while though. And I shall dance laughing to their silly screams before It comes…

How I love to see them fail. Oh, their struggles and pain are as beautiful as a butterfly aflame. What a pity that not even I, a God, can make it last forever. My playthings will be lost… I see that now. But the game shall be played nevertheless. Time should be passed in pleasure before oblivion. Still, could I but possess a fragment of the Key, perhaps I could alter my destiny… If I play the game well, I shall endure beyond Its coming.

Nyarlathotep’s countless faces, stretched across the infinity of universes, all smiled, for he had won an eternity of games.

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Ancient One: Nyarlathotep
Heralds: Faceless One and The Maskless
Required Investigators: Mandy Thompson

Special Rules:

Start of Game: Place God of the Bloody Tongue on The Asylum.

It can not move or be moved, has +2 toughness and -1 awareness (its copies do not). If it is defeated and returns to the board later, immediately place it back on The Asylum; draw a different monster to place where it would have gone.

Activate Fetch Me My Faces on a roll of 1-2.

Begin placing non-Mask monsters in Arkham after all the Masks have been placed. Ignore the clause on The Faceless One that states “and the number of masks on that board is less than the monster limit.”

Mandy Thompson’s reroll ability can only be used for evade checks. Each time using it, she rolls a die and on a failure lowers her maximum sanity by 1.

Cultists in Arkham can not be collected as trophies, do not count against the monster limit, and go to The Silver Twilight Lodge instead of the Outskirts. If an investigator is retired or devoured, draw and place a Cultist in The Silver Twilight lodge.

A copy of Wailing Wither is on every gate. They can only be removed by combat. If an investigator defeats one in combat, it reappears in the next investigator’s movement phase. If an investigator is devoured by any Wailing Wither, raise the terror level by 2.

Elder Signs can not be used. NOTE:Treat the Elder Sign Fragments as copies of Parchment of the Elder Sign. http://www.arkhamhorrorwiki.com/Parchment_of_the_Elder_Sign

Join Me causes the first player to be devoured and all other investigators to discard two clues instead of its usual effect.

Scenario Fifteen

2011-11-05T14:38:00.000-07:00

Hieroglyphic Harbinger

“That was really strange, wasn’t it Amanda?”

“Yes… It was.”

Minh smiled, “Still, I think I was of some help, don’t you?”

“Sure.”

“I just can’t stand how everyone seems to ignore me though, except Lily sometimes.”

“That happens to me. They’re all so damn patronizing, the men and the women, the men especially! They think I can’t do anything, but I can fight! I’ve seen things… If I were a man—“

“Ursula’s not.”

“Ursula’s Ursula. And then there’s that Mary, she sure is nuts! Too bad she’s the leader of the rest of us nuts… I just don’t understand why I’m being ignored by everyone. On the other hand, it makes sense that the others would want to ignore a yellow person such as yourself.”

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Well, it’s only natural. I’m one of them though, I don’t understand why they don’t appreciate me. Oh, it’s nothing personal between you and me, I guess you’re alright for an Oriental type, but as a whole, there are good scientific reasons why White people shouldn’t associate with your kind of people. You should spend more time with Lily.”

Minh rushed out of the room, slamming the door.

“No, wait, I didn’t mean it like that! Damn it. I’d say good riddance, but she was the only one who wanted to talk to me…”

***

“I believe that that creature was the cause of the biblical plague of Darkness!”

“Professor Walters, your leaps in logic are absurd! There’s simply no evidence for any of your baseless speculations!”

“Absurd ,Ursula? Do you archeologists only traffic in the glaringly obvious these days? The great darkness of Egypt! What else might have caused it if not this strange creature?”

“Volcanic ash! Weather phenomena! Anything! Who knows? For all we know it was a pure fairy tale, and here you are, insisting that the first plausible answer to pop into that mummified skull of yours must be the right one.”

“Of course it’s the right one you infantile little fool!”

“I’m fed up with your idiocy, you arrogant old dotard! You know nothing of Egyptology or basic rules of logic!”

“Excuse me,” said Mary, “I’ve been listening to your conversation for some time now, and it occurred to me that there’s a far more obvious explanation for the origin of the story.”

“Which is what, pray tell,” said Ursula with weary sarcasm.

“God did it, as it says in the Bible.”

Ursula and Harvey glared furiously then began shouting.

***

“Duke… Duke! I need a… No wait… I need a drink, not a Duke… And I’ve got just the thing. This whole world is Hell. But I’ve got just the liquid to quench that fire.” Hiccupping, Pete drained another hipflask dry and went to look for more liquid sanity to fill it with.

***

Darrell grimaced. How the Hell did he get mixed up in this? Conspiracies, cults, monstrous Gods? He didn’t even really believe that Nun’s stories about the other things she’d fought. It’s not like she even sketched a picture of them, and those stories were so far fetched. It’s not like a gullible thing like her is even a credible witness.

Still… There’s that black thing he’d seen striding the streets, ten feet tall, an obsidian creature with eyes of fire. Asking questions, he’d heard from some of the survivors. Watching and laughing as people unable to answer burned to ash. An Ancient Egyptian King! A Sneering Human Sphinx! Ozymandias Returned Rampages Through Arkham!

Darrell grinned. The writers were loving it. The best thing about this mess is it makes for some great headlines. It might be the end of the world soon, but newspapers were selling like hotcakes. And once he could get a great photo of what’s going on, he’d be world famous. As long as the world lasted anyway.

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Ancient One: Nyarlathotep
Heralds: The Black Man
Required Investigators: Amanda Sharpe, Monterey Jack, Sister Mary

Special Rules:

Start of game: Place no clues on the board. Professor Rice can not be one of the 11 Allies. Only use madnesses and injuries from Dunwich Horror

Investigators with a Doom Token may draw three madness cards at any time— if this does not cause devouring, remove all their Doom Tokens. Investigators with madnesses can not retire.

Monsters in the French Hill Neighborhood move like stalkers. The Black Man is never removed from Arkham (this includes to the outskirts) and can not be moved by Milk of Shub Niggurath, Migo Brain Case, Lure Monster, or Call the Beast. If he devours an investigator without a doom token, raise the terror level by two.

A clue appears each upkeep on The Witch House. Gaining clue tokens at The Witch House, except from The Black Man, does not cause an investigator to gain a doom token.

If Nyarlathotep awakens, his combat modifier is raised to –9, he loses his magical resistance, investigators can not use clues to add to their fight checks against him, and Join Me instead causes the first player to be devoured and all other investigators to discard two clues.

Note: There are 20 doom tokens.

Scenario Fourteen

2011-09-02T20:03:00.000-07:00

The Endless Shadow

Mandy killed the chaos, again and again, but it was always a mask. Nothing real was ever underneath, and it laughed at her vain attempts. She wandered the city, seeking it, but the people she saw there were also hollow. Their faces melted together, bodies tearing apart and rejoining as they breathed, sometimes joining together as two people made a singular abomination, burbling skin, wheezing, hissing, sluggishly swirling, decaying teeth emerging from eyes emerging from nostrils, mouths vomiting fountains of blood, ears rotting on bodies covered with swelling sores of pus covered with swelling sores of pus covered with swelling sores of... Boiling out like bubbles bubbling on bubbles from their bodies, liquefying in cancerous growth and decay. The great buildings, towers of iron, twisted above, crushing their inhabitants, their windows ran red, death shrieks filled the swirling metal that melted and danced in the streets. Melted and danced. The molten city rained down on its inhabitants who screamed as they melted and danced. Melted and danced!

“Iä! Iä!” Mandy shrieked and woke.

Luke stared at her. “The Crawling Chaos is whispering to you. I heard it and came. It seeks to break us before the time of its power comes. We must not let it. Lily and I will help teach you how to defend your dreams. If this continues, one day you will wake up insane or its slave. Perhaps both.”

“You need to teach the others too.”

“Assuredly. It desires you first, for it knows you are the greatest threat, but attacks on the others are sure to follow...”

“Shall you teach us in the morning, or now?”

“Now. Soon. Perhaps both. Regardless, you must stay awake now, it is already past noon.”

“But it’s pitch black outside!”

“Yes, I’m afraid so… Have you also heard the creature giggling and fluttering its wings? Wings? It wears so many faces it is hard to see it well… Some of its faces have wings and can fly away from their bodies. We shall meet again soon, but now I must return to my dreams.. Here or there. It does not matter.”

***

Monterey Jack found no satisfaction. His face had frozen in an snarling rage. The Lodge had used his father. Used him and killed him. And they took pride in their work. They might as well have stuffed his head and mounted in on their damnable trophy wall. He had shattered their bones and spilled their blood. But he wanted more. He wanted them all dead. Saving the world could come second to vengeance. Pausing to reflect on the insane adventure he had found himself in, he speculated if his father’s artifacts would be the same on this world, or different.

And then he smiled through his hate. A cold satisfaction danced in his eyes. An infinity of worlds could mean infinite vengeance, but it was something. Something to replace the emptiness that had filled his life when the trail went cold. Something to fill his heart with joy when the cultists were all dead. There would be more, more to break, and burn, and kill! It was hot again, and this thing— this thing hinted at in the shadows of his research— it was no mere myth. Nyarlathotep was a living God that he might— must— somehow destroy. He was the one. The really responsible one. All the others. The manipulators. The murderers. They were just puppets. Shadows of their master. But he’d have revenge no matter how many times he’d have to die for it. They all would pay for taking away his father’s life… And in so many worlds… How many horrible deaths? Oh God…

Where was that stinky bum? He was only good for three things, fighting, rooting through garbage, and drinking. His booze was awful, but booze is booze, and Jack wanted to get stinking drunk. There’d be time for the rest later.

Jack looked forward to torching the Lodge again. He’d giggle at their screams. But not yet. Not before they were ready to leave again. And then he’d do it again. And again. And again. Where was that damn bum?

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Ancient One: Nyarlathotep
Heralds: The Bloated Woman, Haunter of the Dark
Required Investigators: Luke Robinson, Lily Chen

Special Rules:

The environment The Blackest Night never leaves play— if another environment is drawn, discard it after all its non-environmental effects.

The Bloated Woman is a fast stalker with magical and physical resistance.

A cursed investigator who defeats Haunter of the Dark may draw an exhibit item by passing a lore +0 check.

If an endless monster would go to the outskirts, put it in The South Church instead. They are not counted against the monster limit.

Barred investigators can still enter Arkham Asylum and Saint Mary's Hospital.

When final battle begins all investigators are cursed. Join Me causes the first player to be devoured and all other investigators to discard two clues instead of its normal effect. If Nyarlathotep is defeated, the first player rolls a die, on a failure, the ancient one is Azathoth, on a success, all investigators discard down to one clue and the second Ancient One is Nyarlathotep again (do not curse all investigators again or reshuffle the Epic Battle deck).

Clarifications: Haunter of the Dark and The Bloated Woman can only be removed from the board by combat checks. If the placement of clues causes clues to be removed, The Bloated Woman returns to play.

NOTE: if you are using Revised Curse of the Dark Pharoah, make or use copies of the Barred from Neighborhood cards.

http://www.arkhamhorrorwiki.com/Barred_from_Neighborhood

Scenario Thirteen

2011-07-20T17:25:00.000-07:00

A Shadow Unmasked

“Kneel to your Queen, witch! Kneel! Kneel! Kneel!” The voice in Marie’s head whispered, screeched, and chanted louder and louder. On maimed legs, the spider’s body wildly staggered about, crushing its children’s corpses underfoot. It spun about, spitting webs and acid, but its struggles grew weaker. Marie’s friends continued to shoot, stab, and blast it with sorcery. Inside her head Hecate’s voice screeched, “Submit to your master! You must pay your dues for your magic! Surrender to me!” Marie fell to her knees and felt her soul being pressed out of her body. Hecate sought a new form to possess.

Mary saw the struggle and heard the words of the Witch God in her mind as well. She stretched forth her hand, and power shot forth from her, pushing Hecate back within the dying shell of Atlach Nacha.

“Ungrateful wretch! Nothing can contain my glory! I shall break your strength and take what is rightfully mine!”

Marie, quickly slashed her knife across her throat. “Thanks grande-mére…”

“Traitor, traitor! No escape through painless death!” Hecate leaped over and swallowed her in one gulp. “You fools shall all taste your graves in me! I shall torment you there long after your flesh has been digested, as long as the cosmos lasts in me!” Hecate began skittering around in renewed fury.

Skids O’Toole met her maddened charge. His axe hacked off her front two legs. Hecate slid down in a spray of ichor and grasped him in her mandibles. He screamed as her acid melted through his skin and liquefied his bones. His screams were abruptly silenced as she slurped his melting body down down. The witch’s face pressed itself out of the spider’s mouth, struggling to separate herself from the dying God with renewed strength. Hecate's slimy shoulders slipped out of Atlach’s mouth. She screamed as she continued pulling her way out of the great spider’s fatal convulsions.

Mary walked over and lifted Skids’ fallen axe. “Let’s see if you’ll survive this time.” She split Hecate’s skull in two, then kicked her emerging body back into the spider’s gullet. The mouth closed and the death spasms stopped. The Spider God disintegrated into nothingness along with those trapped within it.

***

The webs covering the town disappeared. Rumors spoke of a shadowy figure harvesting them. But no one could see his face, or understand how he could have been in so many places at once. No one even knew if it was, in fact, one person, though the descriptions were the same, or, perhaps most importantly, why the webs were gathered.

After the battle, Joe, Roland, and Tony pooled their information about the strangeness underlying recent events in Arkham. Their evidence suggested answers that horrified them. A cult had come from overseas and infiltrated the town at its highest levels. The takeover was far more thorough then they imagined possible. They rushed to warn Charlie of the true nature of the threat.

Settling down in Charlie’s office after they had bolted and barricaded the doors, they told him of the sinister name that appeared again and again, shrieked, muttered, carved in blood on the faces of his worshipers and their sacrifices, Nyarlathotep. Charlie’s expression was one of severe concern. Then he smiled. Charlie’s hands had stabbed through Joe's face and abdomen before he could lift his gun. Roland and Tony fired at him again and again, ripping the skin off his face, ripping the mask from his face, but it was too late; the Skinless One was too fast, there was no where to run.

The Skinless One licked the bloody corpses, savoring their flavor and scents before flaying them. Their souls would be trapped in the web forever. There would be no threat of their return. Perhaps they would be the ones The Maskless desired. By the time the nun realized they were gone, it would be too late, they would be stitched into the fabric of Nyarlathotep’s infinite forms and banished from all worlds. The thread was theirs. Soon all else. The last great weaving would begin.

***

It came for the others, slashing through Finn’s arm, but retreating when Michael's bullets peppered its raw flesh as he desperately let off round after round from his tommy gun. Several of the bullets slammed into Finn as well. It retreated back into the shadows, too fast for them to follow. Mary, Amanda, and Jenny stared after it in bewilderment, it was gone before they could even draw their weapons. They sought to find their missing friends, but they were no where to be found, not even in other Arkhams.

“That’s it, I quit, this is too dangerous!”

“Finn, no, you mustn’t,” said Mary, “this is too important! We have bandaged your wounds, you will heal in time. You must help us fight through to the end.”

“That thing was hiding behind your friend’s face! Look at me, Sister, I’m cut, I’m bleeding! I could have died! And for who? A bunch of suckers who don’t even give a damn about what’s going on! And what happened to all the others? They’re dead! They’re really dead this time! Or worse! This isn’t a game, and if it was, it’d be time for me to cash out my chips now. Yeah. I take it back. This is a game for fools and suckers! I’m gone. Find some other suckers for your crusade.”

What would they do, Mary wondered. There are too few of us left. But we must do something. Surely someone still lives who can help.

***

Finn limped into the night, free of that damn bossy nun. He was sick of being told what to do. Sick of sticking his neck into other people’s business. And for what? For who? Nobody. If the monsters ate some worlds, big deal. They fought them off this one. And here’s the world he’d stay on.

He shrieked.

Then silence. Beneath its falsely frowning face, now splattered with blood, the Skinless One grinned again, beneath its masks, it always grinned when it worked. It had hoped to get at least one more trophy, to return with one more face, before moving on. And now it had achieved its desire.

***

Time passed. Arkham festered and rotted in world after world. Then at last came a vision. Mary saw a ship sailing in from Egypt, weird, white, and wondrous, and she knew they would not have to face the threat alone.

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Ancient One: Nyarlathotep

Herald: The Crawling Chaos

Required Investigators: Monterey Jack

Special Rules:

Check http://arkhamleague.blogspot.com/2010/03/arkham-horror-fan-creation-league.html for scenarios 13-16.

Monterey Jack begins the game with a Silver Twilight Membership. Only investigators with Silver Twilight Membership may seal gates.

The Mask Pool is not random. It is Shadowy Figure, The Skinless One, The Black Man, The Beast, and Shugeron. Never return them to the box, return them to the Mask Pool. Do not place Masks from the box in the Mask Pool.

The Black Man is a fast stalker. If all Masks are in play, returning him to the Mask Pool immediately awakens Nyarlathotep.

During final combat, if a sinister plot is drawn, it can not be prevented and investigators immediately lose.

Clarification: The Masks are Spawn monsters.

Scenario Twelve

2011-04-16T17:20:00.000-07:00

Web of Fate

The monstrosity had corrupted Sadie’s body then malformed her minions in his monstrous image. His infestation possessed the town, but they had driven it back by destroying its host. How Sadie had gained access to the collection of exotic and obscene pornography that led to her possession remained a mystery save for one clue, the report of the masked stranger.

Y’golonac had howled his rage as they pursued his bleeding body, endlessly shooting and stabbing it. One of his enormous hands toppled a wall of bookshelves, scattering the priceless volumes on the floor. The books all opened and his massive bulk began tearing apart and being sucked into them. His mouths sneered and snarled before they were gone entirely into the books, “I will not have this world, but she will. Your struggles and deaths are in all vain. And if not her, another. You shall find no escape. No victory.”

Mary involuntarily shook at the memory of his words and the nightmare memory of his touch. The Apocalypse again seemed at hand. Another vortex had opened in the Heavens. A dark blot that turned the sky around it blood red, through it could be seen another galaxy, strange stars, suns, moons, and one great planet that somehow hovered but a few hundred feet above the Earth. With the amorphousness of a dream, the planet seemed to shift its shape and nature every moment.

A speck fell from the planet, growing larger and larger, until it could be seen, a giant spider, hovering over the Earth, laughing with the voice of Hecate. It sprayed its eggs like asteroids into the street. They smashed through buildings, walls, trees, and anyone unfortunate to be beneath them. Sticky steel strong strands fell down from the sky, Leng Spiders diving from them to the ground. They began to spread their webs through the city and springing and pouncing made its inhabitants their prey.

***

“You!”

“Greetings Gloria.” The tall gaunt man momentarily looked up from his desk, but continued writing. “Why are you so distant from your friends? They might have found your assistance timely. Certainly more timely than this intrusion on my work.”

“Why are you doing this? I know who you are! You’re not a bad man!”

“In an infinity of universes, is it unreasonable to think I might be in one of them? And be realistic, as a modern woman, you ought to be educated enough to be beyond these superstitions of good and evil. Besides, someone ought to write the last story. Someone blessed with the vision of the Gods. It is not for eternal glory, but certainly the activity has intrinsic aesthetic worth. You should understand. You have some vision yourself.”

“You’re helping them! You’re helping them! And you’ll gain nothing from it.”

“Nothing is to be gained, or lost. Perhaps if you viewed human affairs with the proper perspective you’d find that the sooner the farce of existence ends, the better. Your anthropocentric parochialism is really just egocentricity in the face of the inconceivable grandeur and magnitude of time and space. True, I myself am an instrument, though this too is a fact of no significance.”

“No! Stop! Stop!”

“I will stop when it is time to stop. You will stop when it is time to stop. But the proper time has not yet commenced. There is still some story to tell. You do not yet appreciate my work, work I really must attend to. Perhaps your visions shall lead you to me again, and we can converse once more before the end. Don’t attempt to reach for your firearm. With the stroke of my pen, you shall leave and remember nothing of this little discussion. More of a monologue actually.”

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Ancient One: Atlach-Nacha

Herald: The Arbiter of Reality

Required Investigators: Sister Mary, Marie Lambeau

Start of Game: All investigators start with a random green corruption card. Place a Leng Spider on the streets of Easttown, Miskatonic University, and two at Northside. Upton Pickman can not be drawn as one of the 11 allies, but Professor Armitage must always be, place him on the bottom of the ally deck after it's shuffled.

Special Rules:

If Marie draws grapple, draw another skill and place it on the bottom of the deck.

Leng Spiders are not counted toward the monster limit and can not be taken as trophies or returned to the cup by any means other than combat. If a Leng spider appears in the Outskirts, it goes to the investigator in Arkham with the lowest sneak (first player’s choice) instead. If no one is in Arkham, it goes to The Woods.

Investigators moving into locations or streets adjacent to Leng spiders must fight or evade a Leng Spider copy (copies can not get extra toughness).

An investigator knocked unconscious or driven insane by a 4 toughness Leng Spider must draw a Red Corruption or be devoured.

Overwhelming and Nightmarish trigger The Arbiter of Reality’s Failed Combat Check or Failed Horror Check respectively (even if the damage is prevented).

Scenario Eleven

2011-03-31T18:11:00.000-07:00

The Whispering Mouths

Rain pattered down on the library’s windows. Mary’s face pressed against her palm, her eyes closed, her head throbbing from the task of translating the ancient tome on her desk. Instead of deciphering the nearly forgotten language, she found herself recalling the desperation of… How long ago was it? It seemed like the day before.

The Dark Young skittered, slithered, and swarmed around them, rending and gorging in sprays of blood, bone, and inner organs. Hecate’s power had grown so immense as had her offspring. She bred with the Ancient One that had become her puppet vessel. Her cultists shrieked with wild adulation, the blood of their victims, the blood of each other, smeared on their faces… They copulated with her orgiastic children even as they, still living, were dismembered and devoured by them. The memories— writhing in unholy frenzy as the tentacles enveloped and consumed them— haunted her eyes.

Had the Key itself not poured foreign knowledge into her mind, forcing her lips to move against her will, surely they would have all been doomed. Her spell of banishment broke the link leashing Shub Niggurath to Hecate. Hers indeed? Torn asunder, the two demons began to battle between each other… For dominance, for vengeance, for? Then they vanished, and peace descended on Arkham again.

The turmoil ceased. Again. For now. Mary felt as if she had just been startled out of a nightmare. Her head lurched up, had she been asleep? Her memories had the vividness of a dream. She looked around the room for answers, but all was silent. Her memories and confusion still tormented her. She knew it was no dream. No ending.

A month of quiet had passed. Then shadow garbed monsters in the shape of men stalked the town. They were human once, but now… Something else. One of Tony’s spies told him that he’d seen someone in a strange mask bringing a book to Sadie’s place. No one had seen her since, but ever since then, that’s where the monsters came and went. Was she a prisoner? Or something worse?

Mary listened to the rain and watched it oozing down the glass. The tears of God? She nervously fingered her crucifix and tried to calm her suddenly agonized breathing.

Her breathing? Not hers alone. It grew louder and louder. It came from her book. It came from all the books. A lusty and sinister rasping.

“Mary,” it whispered with endless voices, “I am the answer to your prayers.”

It was not God, no more than the voice that spoke to poor deluded Zoey was. Mary sprang from her seat to run, but she could not flee.

A hard yellow hand had reached out from the book and gripped her wrist with an unyielding grasp. She struggled to tear herself away, but the book was too heavy from the bloated thing dwelling within it.

She felt the hand… Licking her. Gently nibbling, a passionate lover. Pain! The tips of rows of teeth pressed deep into her flesh. Endless rows of stabbing pins. The pain. She screamed for help, but no one could hear. The whispers chuckled at her futile cry. The Whispers promised pleasures of the flesh, far greater than a non-existent Heaven, they spoke of her as having a wasted cloistered life, devoid of sensuality, devoid of significance, they promised a child for her blighted womb. They called her a feast for their eyes, though they had none. They pleaded, cajoled, and tore through her flesh as she denied them again and again.

Why did the Key not save her? Pull her forth? Send her elsewhere? O, send her somewhere safe! God’s judgment for questioning Him? Job had wondered at His justice as well! Yet…

“Oh God! Oh God!”

“Is that pain or pleasure? I can not tell,” said the mouth in the hand, tonguing around her meat, to talk in muffled tones, as its nails and teeth bit deep into her yet again. Mary did not scream again. Her voice began chanting. The Key controlled her. The hand released, the book slammed shut, the library was silent.

Mary fell to her knees in her pooling blood, weeping in pain and prayer. She collapsed as a librarian entered the room shouting for help.

The next thing Mary knew, she was being carried to the hospital, burning with fevered thoughts. Was God punishing her for violating His law with her own sorceries? But… She was a nun, not a witch, was she not? A judgmental hypocrite perhaps... Is this the lesson God wishes to teach? The darkness of unconsciousness tore her from her speculations.

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Ancient One: Y’golonac

Herald: The Sheldon Gang

Required Investigators: Sister Mary

Special Rules:

Gangster tokens are not drawn for being in stable locations during the first upkeep.

All stable locations except Ye Olde Magick Shoppe and Arkham Asylum are corrupted. Whenever the terror level rises, draw two mythos cards and corrupt any locations shown on them; The Science Building can never be corrupted, but its special ability comes with the additional cost of two sanity.

Cultists are immune to handcuffs.

Investigators driven insane or knocked unconscious must lose half their clues in addition to normal penalties.

Scenario Ten

2011-03-17T20:36:00.000-07:00

Seeds of Corruption

“Mary, Mary! Believe me, you have to believe me! We need to stop them, now! Now now now! They want to wake the Thing in Dunwich!”

The nun hissed spitefully. “You saw it Marie? You saw it with your witch-spawn vision? Your witch blood? Devil blood? You think that’s a gift of God? I think it’s a gift of Satan! I think you’re just another witch watching for Hecate!”

“Not true! Not true! I swear by my soul it’s not true! I’ve never lied to any of you. I knew you’d do this if I told the truth, but I told it anyway. You believe everything you read in your book. Like there’s only one kind of witch. Like there’s only one kind of anything! I swear, I want to save our world, just like everyone else here! I’m not risking my life for anything else...”

Disgusted and distrusting, Mary spat and stalked out of the room.

The others seemed to agree. Marie felt hostile stares all around her. But they had listened. Hadn’t they? And that was the important part. Joe, Joe could do it. Joe could go and stop them. He… he had to.

***

The nun seethed in feverish rage. The obscenity… The filth. The creature which claimed to be a God, a pornographic monstrosity, trading unspeakable sex for death and the chance (as if it were a gift!) to be mother or father to an abomination.

And Marie. Marie was a witch. She… Was. The Bible said to slay them, but… But… Didn’t Saul deal with the witch of Endor? And… Her protests sounded sincere. But couldn’t the Devil lie with the voice of an angel? Could she really not understand that she was in the thrall of Satan? Could she still be saved?

Mary steeled her heart and prayed, readying to exterminate all of Arkham’s abominations. This time the woods would be cleansed of the foul demon worshipping sinners. Perhaps God would lift the curse from this town after she let loose His wrath. How many more trials could He send at them? For what sin did they atone?

She felt… Strange… As if the Witch’s soul was clutching at her heart again. This fury… It could not be hers, could it? She had worked so hard to purge herself of anger. A deadly sin… She prayed to God for grace, that the sin may not be rooted deep in her heart, that she might be forgiven, that it might be uprooted. She might have to ask Marie for forgiveness as well. But… She felt anger rising again. Something was wrong. Something was corrupting her spirit again. She felt it. She knew it. She prayed for strength against the temptations of Satan. Could it be that to hate even Satan was a sin and a pathway to Hell? But, was not God a God of wrath as well as love?

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Ancient One: Shub Niggurath

Herald: The modified Black Goat of the Woods in the custom components album.

Required Investigators: Sister Mary, Marie Lambeau

Special Rules:

Start of Game: Investigators may begin the game at the Train Station instead of their normal locations. Dark Young can not move during the first Mythos phase. Regardless of the gate on the first Mythos card, it opens at Whatley Farm, and instead of the normal monsters that would emerge from it, place three crescent Cultists; this gate can never be closed or sealed.

Non-Dark Druid Cultists are now Dark Young, not Cultists. They become exact copies of Dark Young except for retaining their movement symbols and Awareness.

When the Doom track reaches six, place Dark Druid at the Woods. It is an Endless Spawn monster and can not be removed from the board or taken as a trophy. If it is defeated by a combat check, return it to the Woods.

Shub Niggurath gains magical resistance.

Clarifications:

Always designate a location for monsters to place before they would go to the outskirts (if no gate is shown), if it is a Dark Young, place them there instead. If a gate was shown, place them there. Don’t take three corruptions for defeating Dark Young.

Scenario Nine

2011-03-10T20:36:00.000-08:00

Worms Rising

“Isabelle! Oh God, Isabelle!” Jenny wept. Joe held her and tried to comfort her. A cold comfort. The Rat-things had gotten her. Oh God… They giggled as they gnawed, as she shrieked. And she saw! She saw from the cage.... Her sister dying again. World after world. Was there no respite? How could the nun see such things and not doubt her faith? Was she mad? A fool? A hypocrite? What kind of God would allow such abominations to wreak such destruction? The father of the things giggled as it died. Far more sinister than that serpentine demon of ice. Its perverse delight in malice chilled her bones though the world was finally warm again. The witch… Hecate. Hecate was responsible for this. She would have revenge. Joe stroked her hair softly, but the hate did not leave her. Her tears had dried as her heart burned with the warmth of rage. And then the earth shook.

Fire blazed in the streets. Geysers of lava burnt rocket like through the sky. Buildings began to burst into flame. The ground shrieked and a deep fissure ran through the street, separating her and Joe. A Cthonian like none she had ever seen seemed to grow into the sky. She shouted to Joe to get his weapons— they’d need them— that they’d meet up later. She half-heartedly prayed she was right. Where God, where was the respite?

***

Joe streaked to the station, wondering when he would find out the meaning of the strange tasks Carl Stanford was putting him to. It was good money though. Charlie told him he should stop. But it was very good money. The kind you don’t turn down. It was definitely fishy though. And Roland had told him some strange stories about fish. Then there’s Tony, he’s also doing things for mysterious strangers. Corpse collectors… There was definitely another something going on in Arkham, but there wasn’t time to find out what. Not with the noises under his feet. Not yet.

The cases still weren’t coming together… And something was following him beneath the ground, he was sure of it. He needed to get back to the station. What would it take to take out that thing looming over the town like a tower? He hadn’t a clue, but he would. He always got the answers. Because he was Joe Diamond, he grinned, and he was that damn good. And even if he wasn’t, he was sure he could find some dynamite somewhere. The noises under his feet grew louder. He ran faster.

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Ancient One: Shudde M’ell

Herald: The Great Dark Worm

Required Investigators: Jenny Barnes, Joe Diamond

Special Rules:

Start of Game: Investigators must discard Cthonian and Lloigor trophies. Place a crescent Cultist at Merchant District, Rivertown, Miskatonic University, and French Hill streets. The fissure they emerged from prevents movement between Merchant District and Rivertown, or Miskatonic University and French Hill streets. Monsters do not move during the first mythos phase.

Investigators with injuries can not retire.

When Cthonians and Lloigors move, a roll of 5-6 causes each investigator in Arkham to roll a die before taking damage, investigators who roll a failure are reduced to zero stamina instead and draw an extra injury in addition to normal penalties for being knocked unconscious.

Cultists have Weapons Immunity, and Magical Resistance; Chthonians have Physical and Magical Resistance; Lloigors have +1 toughness. They are endless Spawn monsters; move them from the Outskirts to The Black Cave instead.

Shudde M’ell has Weapon Immunity instead of Physical and Magical Resistance.

Clarification: Cthonians and Lloigors appear from failed checks after all aspects of the encounter or combat are resolved, even at locations investigators are relocated to e.g. Lost in Time and Space.

Scenario Eight

2011-01-15T18:55:00.000-08:00

The Unthawable Winter

“It’s still so cold,” whispered Mary. She remembered the words of the serpent man. His prophecy of doom. A false prophecy, certainly. But… The Beasts kept coming. Each was more savage than the last. And a strange force seemed to drive them forth. She felt as if a thousand invisible eyes were upon her. Not like the omniscient sight of God, but something else, something of chill shadows and infinite malevolence. Hecate’s malice. It must be. But… It felt different somehow. Something unimaginably horrid was hiding in the night sky’s darkness. She felt it. She knew it.

***

Joe thought of what he’d heard. A ship is coming in the pier? A ship? A mountain of ice? The cold comes from there as well… And something. Something skitters through the night. The witch rats are gnawing, and breeding. As the cold grows worse, their lust seems to thaw. And beneath the earth great worms dig. Terror makes the frost bite sharper in the bones. Maybe he could find the missing children. So many had gone missing when this new monstrosity came to town. He’d heard of it too. The piper. If half of what he heard were true… He shuddered and loaded his .45 automatic. No matter how cold it became he would kill that creature in hot blood. The things it did were unmentionable. The inmates he had interviewed raving messes. He hoped that Jenny’s sister had not been given over to those things. Those hybrid monsters. Poor Jenny… Poor rich Jenny…

***

The witch thing wanted. The witch thing would get. The witch thing thinks himself her pet! Foolish little Goddess. The Piper has his own debts. Yes. And the pets and children need feeding. Yes. He would do as she pleased. As long as her pleasure was his. His pleasure. Sweet pleasure. More children. More family. More pets. The pleasure must come soon, soon, before the end of everything. This town would be his until then. Dear children make all things his. Sweet children. He shuddered in ecstasy at the scent of them. All around him, deep underground, kept in cramped and rusty cages, children and adults screamed and wept. They were all his children. He heard the earth groan as the worms ripped through it. He was not the only one who hungered. Whatever the witch thing wanted, other Gods wanted this prey as well. He could smell their hunger.

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Ancient One: Rlim Shaikorth

Herald: The Pied Piper

Required Investigators: Jenny Barnes

Special Rules:

Start of Game: Any Rat-thing monster trophies are discarded.

Rat-things can not be collected as trophies or returned to the cup; if they are defeated, or would be otherwise returned to the cup, they return to The Unnamable instead. Rat-Things do not count against the monster limit.

Whenever a non-Cultist Rat-thing is drawn for an encounter or placed on the board, Jenny must draw two Corruptions (this includes the Rat-thing that begins at The Unnamable).

Whenever a Cultist Rat-thing is drawn for an encounter or placed on the board, the first player must roll a die and draw two Corruptions on a success or the top red Corruption on a failure.

Clarification: Defeating a Rat-thing and moving it to The Unnamable does not count as placing it on the board.

Drawing a Cultist Rat-Thing will trigger Rlim Shaikorth's ability.

Cultist Rat-things are identical to Rat-Things in all other ways (and are considered Rat-things, not Cultists).

Scenario Seven

2011-01-15T16:35:00.000-08:00

City of Ice

There’s no way none of that can be true. That nut-case nun is stuffed with bunk and baloney. But… Some of it’s gotta be true… Those damn maniacs in the woods. That snakey thing. Michael got them good! But that’s it right? We killed ‘em. We’re done. None of that bull about endless worlds. Finn Edwards wasn’t born yesterday. I ain’t nobody’s sucker, nobody’s fool.

Finn’s jaw dropped.

What the Hell? A blizzard in a middle of a heat wave? No way! There’s no way… It looks like it’s snowed for months. I hope that bitch nun can’t read minds too. … Crap.

It’s… That’s not the wind, that’s somebody screaming.

A towering white brute was dragging a person through the snow storm by the arms, leaving a trail of blood from his gnawed off legs. It seemed to hear Finn. Its ears twitched as it glared in his direction. It bellowed out a challenge in a strange sounding tongue, then sat its massive bulk into the snow and continued to swallow down chunks of its victim from the bottom up as he screamingly begged and blubbered for mercy by death.

Hmm… I’m going to be smart… Probably shouldn’t play the hero or somebody’s going to need to help me the same way that sucker wants help. I want some real help. None of that “please kill me” crap. Where’s that damn nun when somebody actually wants her?

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Ancient One: Ithaqua

Herald: Wendigo

Required Investigators: Finn Edwards

Special Rules:

Start of Game: Any Cultist monster trophies are discarded. Place a normal Cultist on Downtown Streets, Merchant District Streets, Rivertown Streets, and the Train Station. These four Cultists are treated as stationary monsters and are not endless; other Cultists move normally and are endless.

Cultists do not count against the monster limit. If one would go to the outskirts, place it in The Woods instead.

If an investigator passes an evade check against a Cultist, they may immediately move to the nearest gate in the main board of Arkham.

Clarification: Investigators moving towards Cultists must end their movement when they reach a space next to a Cultist unless they started their movement there (in which case they only have one movement point).

Scenario Six

2010-07-03T00:19:00.000-07:00

The Sight of Darkness

Gagging as they dashed past the rotting flood of murderous flesh, they had scurried through the streets of Arkham like rats. Finally, the six seal was placed, the vortex of darkness began to slowly swallow itself. Like a great tongue, a tendril of darkness darted out of the blot that still consumed the bulk of the heavens, and the mount of Xzmundl vanished into what might have been its mouth. Raging, The Lich King screeched horrid curses as he plummeted from the sky. The thud of Xzmundl as he hit the ground was deafening, but he did not die.

Hissing his hatred, he crawled and dragged his shattered frame towards Wendy as she shrieked and writhed in the throes of insanity, then Zoey dashed in front of the girl, swearing to protect her.

The dying Lich King croaked laughter, “Now I see... Now I see I was just a pawn in the game of the Gods... Puny ant-ape, perched on the dung-hill of your arrogance, soon you shall learn your error, and that you too are but a tool… The hands... Are larger than the cosmos...”

Zoey stabbed her crosses through Xzmundl’s eyes. The Lich King died and Zoey crowed triumphantly. “God is with us! Satan has fallen yet again! It is the Second Coming! At last, the wolf shall lie with the lamb! Praise the Lord!”

From the center of the abyss, boomed the laughter of Hecate, “Behold, little fool! I am your Shepard, your wolf, your voice Divine! Now perish, lamb, a sacrifice to your Lord’s hunger!”

A hurricane of lightning and darkness whirled down at them. For a moment, the darkness and lightning stole away Mary’s sight and when it returned, all were gone but Norman, Amanda, Gloria, and Jacqueline.

Those who survived fled with the Key, and yet, when they found a new Earth, their friends were found nowhere. Their existence was purged from every world.

Mary sobbed. How did they come to this disaster? What sort of victory was this? And Wendy, Wendy! What had become of her? Oblivion? Obliteration through time and space? Could it be true? And what of the Afterlife? That dear sweet child… Gone forever? Was it possible? Could God allow such things? What of the promise of immortal life? Could it be that… No. It can not be! It must not be…

Norman said, “The battle was brutal and the costs grim, but we did it, we won. We drove back the darkness. We won. Their sacrifice has saved us all.”

Jacqueline trembled, “Hecate knows. Hecate has seen it as well. You are fools. I am blind, but I can see. That was not the darkness. That was not even its shadow.” Jacqueline slid a gun in her mouth, fired, then slumped down dead. The others stared in shock and horror, hardly able to process what they had just witnessed.

They found another Jacqueline in another Earth, though she had hidden herself, foreseeing that they would seek her. When they insisted that she must help them, she replied, “I have seen you before, and before, and before, and endless befores. And though I am blind, I am far less blind than you. I know. I know! I will not help you. Leave me to my self in the End of Days. I will not fight the dawning of the endless night. I will never help your futile quest.”

She attempted to kill herself yet again, and though they stopped her with speed and force, she repeatedly swore she would never help them. And so they left, now but four in number.

“Gloria, what does this mean?” asked Mary.

“Sometimes a person can see too much.”

“We must not surrender to madness and despair though. If we struggle and endure, we can still triumph.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes, we must have faith that we can overcome.”

“Maybe. Let us split up for a while. We’ll meet again when the true darkness comes. Mary, Amanda, you must continue the fight across the worlds. Good luck my friends. Don’t let our friends’ deaths be in vain.”

***

“Marie,” said Mary, “I need to tell you something that might sound crazy, but I think you know enough of what’s going on in this town to know it’s not. I need you to listen very carefully, to believe me, and I need you to help me find others who can help.”

“I’m listening, Sister.”

***

“Roland, I’ve heard peculiar reports about your behavior lately.”

“Yes sir? And what exactly was that?”

“I’ve heard you’re cracking up.”

“No sir, I’m swell.”

Charlie grinned, “I’m sure you are, but you need to be more discreet discussing your case work.”

“Sir?”

“Never mind, it’s just as well. If I hadn’t heard about your ‘crack-up’ I might be more hesitant trusting you. You see, there’s something sinister going on in Arkham… It’s not just these strange reports. It’s something worse. I think some kind of foreign cult is trying to infiltrate the town. I need you to help me find out what is going on and how to stop it.”

“Well sir, I don’t know much about that, but I met this nun, and she’s told me a weird tale. I’m afraid it might actually be true...”

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Ancient One: Yig

Herald: Set

Required Investigators: None

Special Rules:

Check http://arkhamleague.blogspot.com/2010/03/arkham-horror-fan-creation-league.html for scenarios 6-12.

When the first gate is opened, open another gate at the Woods (it can add a doom token, but instead of releasing a normal amount of monsters, it releases The Dark Druid and two Serpent People, if both gates were at the Woods, this counts as a monster surge i.e. the first gate opening at the Wood releases those two monsters).

Whenever there is a monster surge at the Woods, immediately draw and resolve two more mythos cards.

Gates at the Woods cost 8 Clue tokens instead of 5 to seal.

Serpent People and The Dark Druid do not affect the monster limit. The Dark Druid gains Weapons Immunity, immunity to Handcuffs, and can not be removed from the board except by a combat check.

During Final Combat, Yig curses investigators who fail a speed check against him. Any investigator that already has a curse is devoured.

Clarification: For Dark Druid, “moving on a black path” means having a hexagon on a black background drawn, not moving along a black arrow.

Ignore Set's Start of Game ability.

Scenario Five

2010-06-06T19:52:00.000-07:00

Darkness Dawning

The wolves were dead, their curse was lifted, Hecate’s foul taint gone, but Mary could not smile. Was Wendy lost? By some compulsion, she had lifted from Death’s shattered heap of bones West’s Annotated Necronomicon, that dreadest of books and dashed away, screaming words in an unknowable tongue. An invocation was made as the Key twisted them forward through time and space to another doomed world.

Could the words be true? Now she understood them. She saw their meaning in her mind. By the Grace of God? Could this be the last world? No sun or moon was seen. The stars were blotted from the sky and fog like flame clogged in their throats.

Then Zoey shrieked, “God! GOD! God has given me a vision! Heaven smiles upon me and has shown me its sweet face. The Darkness comes, but I shall lead forth the forces of Light against it. The Evil One, shall be crushed beneath my heel, a daughter of Eve shall avenge the children of Adam against the Serpent’s head! Come forth my bretheren! Children of Arkham! Rally beside the Chosen of God, and drive back the endless night! I shall lead you forth to crusade against the demons, to cast them back to Hell!” A vortex began to open in the Heavens, a Dragon, surely the Beast spoken of in Revelations swooped through the sky.

And the sound of her shrieks echoed through all Arkham, and the eyes and ears of man, beast, and monster were upon her. Two coldly hateful eyes glared down from the sky where the moon should have been. Fangs gleamed all about her. The Hunt had begun.

***

The whispers burnt through her ears. Not Zoey’s. Her crusader's cry was a buzzing muffled by a cocoon of oozing tar. Not the air, the book, oozing through her blood. The book. The book. The book. It crooned to her, rocking her mind back and forth, as it strangled her. It whispered. Whispered. She mustn’t listen. She could not stop. Why would it not leave her? Like her parents. Like her father… She could not leave it. She must not leave it. She… Oh God, what was that sound? The wind? Please let it be the wind.

A voice like lightless thunder cracked through the sky, “Child! Give me the book! It is not fit for living flesh! Only I may command its power. I, once a mere mortal, I, Herbert West, I, who am the Lich King Xzmundl, Intermensional Conquerer, Conquerer of Elder Gods, Conquerer of Death, and soon to be Conquerer of The Darkness, I command you! Release the book. Its bite begins to break your brain. Soon your mind shall splinter and shatter. I already smell the sweet stink of its decay. Give it to me, and I will release you from its torment and pain.”

“No! Never!” Wendy ran like wind through the blinding darkness, the Lord of the Dead in pursuit. Her Elder Sign returned to dust. The Darkness was coming. The power of the seals shattering. And the voices... Horrible horrible! How could she escape the voices? They were inside her now.

“Give me the book! Give me the book! I shall hunt you down, wretched girl! Though you should worm through every filthy alleyway of the cesspools of Arkham, I shall find you, catch you, break you! You shall die, your friends shall die! I shall delight in your shrieks for mercy— mercy I shall never grant! I shall torment your undying carcass for eternities after your death!” The deathlord hissed from the heavens, “I shall torture you forever, my toy.”

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Ancient One: The Darkness
Herald: The Lich King Xzmundl
Required Investigators: Sister Mary, Wendy Adams, and Zoey Samaras.

Special Rules: The Darkness begins the game with 2 doom tokens.

The number of gates that can be open increases by 1.

Investigators get +1 to sneak (in addition to night environments).

Elder Signs are discarded if drawn (including Wendy’s). Do not redraw.

Zoey Samaras begins with Visions and treats monsters as if they have three less toughness (only during combat).

Wendy Adams begins with The Necronomicon and each upkeep rolls a die, drawing a madness on a 1-2.

Each time the terror level rises, activate a random Servant of Glaaki ability and immediately reduce the first player's sanity to zero.

Clarification: Jacqueline can’t redraw day or night environments.

Note: If you are using Revised Curse of the Dark Pharoah, use a copy of the original Visions.

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Scenario Four

2010-05-19T19:17:00.000-07:00

The Moonlight Plague

Stabbed, shot, burnt, the Witch came back. The Devil resurrected. Her voice, the Tempter’s voice inside her head. Forcing her to sin. This time would be her death, they had her pinned to the ground, her spells exhausted. Mary wanted to wretch at the sense of violation.

“No weapon can defeat me,” Hecate sneered.

“No weapon?” asked Mary softly. “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.” She grasped her throat and choked and choked until the witch’s spine snapped. Silence.

The dead jaw hung open and out dashed a rat with a human face, sinking its teeth into Mary’s flesh. “I am not so easily banished, fleshdust,” it rasped and scurried away in the darkness.

It seemed to grow to a monstrous size as it fled, but perhaps that was just a trick of he light on its shadow. So many strange things had been seen, perhaps that was just one more. Still, what might it portend?

***

The fixed grin of Death was eager to bleed Arkham dry. Eager to shred the flesh that dared to thwart his desires. Death’s scythe slashed at the gate to Arkham, it widened. Soon he could enter, and the dead would be heaped in the streets, in piles high like houses. The Necronomicon sung to him, it bid him forth to destroy those who would try to bar the gates against The Darkness, its true master.

***

Mary opened her eyes, she had returned to the church. Her skin burned. “William! William! Stay away!” Her body began twisting into deformity under the light of the moon and her mouth began to water. Her shriek was met by howling.

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Ancient One: Death

Herald: Lycanthropic Infestation

Required Investigators: Sister Mary and Wendy Adams.

Special Rules: Sister Mary begins the game with a Lycanthropy token.

Werewolves also deal their damage when moving out of spaces they share with investigators, and, when they move on a black crescent, they move like stalkers.

If a Werewolf (this includes investigators moving like werewolves) is on the same space as an investigator and its movement symbol is shown, it deals 4 damage to non-werewolf investigators.

If a Cultist would be put in the Outskirts, put it in the Woods instead

Investigators do not make rolls to discard curses. During Upkeep, the first player chooses two additional investigators, each rolls a die and is cursed on a one.

Start of game: Place a regular Cultist in South Church, Witch House, Uptown, and French Hill. Place the Werewolf in The Woods. For the first mythos card, ignore normal mythos movement— treat it as if it only has a black crescent in the mythos movement box.

Clarification: Werewolves do not damage each other (i.e. an investigator moving as a Werewolf will not be damaged by a Werewolf or damage other Werewolf investigators).

Scenario Three

2010-04-22T23:26:00.000-07:00

Rivalries of the Gods

Madness, it was madness. This time the town was aflame, not just the church. No one dared to stop the fires as they spread. The streets swarmed with the freshly risen dead and the humans who vainly tried to flee the doomed town.

Mary now knew it was no mere nightmare. The monstrosity, the monstrosities, and that man, that horrible horrible man with the burning eyes. He said he would be made one with it through the Union of Janus, but he would be the master, and it the slave. That if he could not bring it to him, he would go to it, to master the darkness of death. That thing he called a God, Glaaki. He swore to destroy them for interfering. She did not understand the strange blasphemies he gloatingly shouted after her, as they fled. This couldn’t be the resurrection, it was not meant to be like this.

They fled to a new world, promising to meet again, ready to battle whatever evil was emerging there. Jacqueline blankly stared with her vacant eyes into the air, blind to all but her vision of despair. Her terror was palpable.

Norman tried to explain what she had seen, for he had seen the thing as well, the absence of a thing. In his travels through the Other Worlds it loomed immensely above him, like a malevolent galaxy teeming with shadowy creatures draped in darkness. The regions beyond life, oozing through the gateways between all dimensions. Forcing them wider so the greater nightmares could pass through. An infinite army spreading outwards. Yet this darkness was a mere drop of something greater, a greater darkness. A speck of dust fallen from the Abyss. An intergalactic plague that had just began to fester.

Professor Withers trembled violently from the memory, though his sight of the darkness was infinitesimal compared to Jacqueline’s. He wished he had brought some whiskey with him through their travels. Prohibition be damned.

Gloria Goldberg held her tongue. She would be silent until she better understood her situation. She had been asked for her opinions, but she would not give them. Her visions were one thing, but her thoughts another. She felt like powerful entities were tearing at them from so many directions, but her vision was too weak to penetrate the mystery of their identities. However, it was not her gift, but her writer’s instincts— her professional training— that disturbed her the most. She felt that despite all the chaos and obscurity of recent events, some unseen but malevolent force was controlling them all as pawns in some kind of twisted and convoluted cosmic game that it alone could win.

***

Kate Winthrop was a hollowed out shell of a person. Even as she and Dr. Herbert West were shaping the Key, something from the Key had molded her infinitude into a vessel for a greater being.

The creature known as Hecate stirred and sent her form forth to walk through the world. The old haunt would do well, old rites and minions would serve. The Crawling Chaos would cooperate, as ever, though the sinister majesty of Nyarlathotep had his own designs for the cosmos.

She knew of West’s plan to conquer the Gods, and laughed, knowing what he did not, knowing that the little spider would never spin a web capable of containing infinities.

Still, knowing what she knew, she was determined to grasp at the power of the cosmos, for even in the Gods— especially in the Gods— there lives madness. She called to the Key, and the Key called to her. West could not control it, no mortal bounded by time, space, and matter could, but a God might.

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Ancient One: Hecate

Herald: Brown Jenkins

Required Investigators: Sister Mary, Jacqueline Fine, and Norman Withers

Special Rules: If you only get one success against The Black Man, you are not devoured, draw 3 corruption instead— gain no clues.

Witches are Endless, and have an extra toughness. Investigators moving through spaces adjacent to them— or investigators they move adjacent to— must draw a corruption. When investigators begin combat with them, they must draw the top red corruption. They can not be removed from the board by closing a circle gate, and are not counted towards the monster limit— if they go to the outskirts, place them on The Witch House instead.

If Hecate awakens, she gains two additional doom tokens for every corruption investigators have.

Start of game: Jacqueline Fine may take Visions instead of a spell as her random possession. The first mythos card drawn must have a gate on it— ignore the gate location and open a gate to Yuggoth at the Witch House regardless of the gate location shown. Reshuffle the gate deck afterwards.

Clarification: Norman Wither’s ability can remove corruptions.

Scenario Two

2010-04-08T19:57:00.000-07:00

Exodus Earth

Mary was unsure what she had fought. Was it Death itself? Some accursed demon-bat in the form of a man? Satan himself? He had spoken of himself as a man, hundreds of years old, he said that he had come for her world, for her…

They beat back the bat-beast then tore it down from the sky. Its thirst for blood seemed unslakeable but in the end they brought it down, at dreadful cost...

They defeated the creature, and though it died whole, it seemed to tear in two when it was slain. A deathly shadow fled its corpse and the endless hordes of the living dead seemed to melt away.

They returned to South Church to plan their next move and try to decipher the strange mad text of Herbert West.

The next night fell. Darkness surrounded the church, then glowing eyes of red. They were all there, all the people of the town, Sheriff Engle, Oliver Thomas, Miriam Beecher, Ma Mathison, Doyle Jefferies, and, oh God, Father Michael… So many, she couldn’t count them, she had to look away... The ravenous hordes from the night before had not retreated, they had momentarily withdrawn for reinforcements.

Zoey held Wendy to her, and rocked her back and forth, the girl realized their predicament— that this time there would be no escape— and had begun wailing in terror.

Then through the pale horde walked Jacqueline, turned as well. The other demons let her pass.

She spoke in slow dead tones, “I bring a message from our master, open the door.”

After a few moments consultation, realizing the desperation of their plight, and seeing nothing worse than the mob of vampires in the night, the newly formed group agreed to open the door and listen— knowing that the vampires could not enter— if only for further clues or the slight hope of some unimaginable opportunity arising.

Once the door was opened, Jacqueline whispered hurriedly, “I have not fully turned, and you have but one chance to save your lives. I have found the Key. Take it and flee this world. There are infinite Arkhams, but this one is doomed, this whole world is doomed. I have foreseen it. Dream of the time you desire and the place, Arkham, always Arkham, imagine the people you need, concentrate your thoughts on your task, and it will take you from world to world, universe to universe, war to war, as you try to drive back the Darkness of cataclysm.”

A strange man in a lab coat with wild hair and eyes burning with green flame shoved his way into the mob, and screamed, “Kill her! Kill her, she betrays us!”

Jacqueline threw a tiny thing into the church a moment before the vampires surged up and tore her apart. Her screams were drowned out by the noise of the mob.

The man sneered, “Vampires can not enter, but fire needs no invitation.” Green flame shot from the strange man’s eyes into the walls of the church. The flames rapidly spread. The vampire mob stood guard outside, grinning as South Church burned.

Norman Withers shouted through the billowing smoke, “We can’t flee on foot, and if we stay here we’ll be cooked alive. Find the device, we’ve no other chance!”

***

Though they had escaped, for the moment, Dr. Herbert West smiled. They were insignificant fools. The Psychic had not warned them well enough before her death. For all her vision, she was weak. They had taken trinkets, but left behind the book in their panic, they could not read between its lines, believing it to be mere madness, but it would unlock the greatest of gates once deciphered. He walked into the inferno to retrieve it.

***

Mary opened her eyes, wondering if she was in Heaven. No, Arkham. The church seemed empty and it was quiet outside. It had all turned white, and here she was again. Again— the knock on the door. Could it have all been a dream? A horrible horrible nightmare triggered by a knocking on the door? Could she really have dreamt such a terrifying vision? What might it have meant? She opened the door.

“Jacqueline!”

“Yes. But of another dimension, not your own, I have seen what you escaped from, a world in fire, quickly hollowed out by the bringer of death once he fled his host form.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Believe what you wish, but I tell you, the world you were born on is dead, though this world is much like your own. In infinity there are countless redundancies.”

“God would not destroy the world save for on the day of his return on a throne of glory. I do not know what happened, but what you speak of is impossible heresy. I am certain that somehow those things were driven back.”

“Think what you like, but I have come to warn you that you have been followed by the man with the burning eyes, Dr. Herbert West, he has unleashed a new and sinister monstrosity into this world.”

“The man who wrote that mad book?”

“Yes and no, he is one of an infinite number, and one of the more accursed. He and a few others had sought to master the secrets of death, and pierce into the regions beyond life. One believes he has, and he has mastery over the others who serve him. He has traveled through many alien worlds, bringing legions under his command, and taken a new name for himself. He seeks to become a God. They have opened gateways between countless worlds in their experiments, and in their hunt for the Key they broke the wall that kept the Darkness back. One of their number invented the Key, half hoping to stop the calamity, half hoping to join with it. He has been slain, but he was an anomaly, unique in all the cosmos, for he was the only maker of the Key. And it can not be made again.”

“Infinite worlds, infinite dimensions, mad science— I find this all somewhat incredible.”

“One would expect a little more faith from one of the faithful.”

“ I have faith for plausible things, not for far-fetched absurdities.”

“The physics of reality are a strange and mysterious thing, not for you to wonder at, but to accept, the proof of truth is that you are here and not burned to a hideous death. I don’t care if you accept what I tell you as true, you must understand that we are short of time. I shall attempt to prepare before they come, but in a day, come they shall, far more horrid than before. Do not deny this at least. I shall warn the others, but you must lead them Mary, our beliefs are different, but I know you have the courage to go on when others think the end has already arrived. I know that you will never surrender.”

Mary wondered at the weird words she had heard, and which of them if any could be true. She thought of Herbert West’s book, and wondered what might have become of it, whether it was destroyed in the fire, and why the vampires had sought it so intently.

How could the world be dead? She looked around and it was the same as before. Only her memories showed any sign of the battles, and there— that… That device. And… Could it be?

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Ancient One: Glaaki
Herald: Dr. Herbert West
Required Investigators: Sister Mary and Jacqueline Fine

Special Rules: If a mythos card has a gate open or a gate burst at Devil’s Reef or Y’ha Nethlei, it opens or bursts at Marsh Refinery instead.

When a terror level rise causes the placement of a cultist and a servant of Glaaki, place them at the same spot (the spot where the servant of Glaaki would appear, do not draw a second card to place the Cultist).

Start of game: In addition to Dr. Herbert West’s start of game ability, raise the terror an additional two, placing three pairs of Servants of Glaaki and Cultists. Place the clue servant at the Science building, the skills servant at Darke’s Carnival, and the spells servant at Ma’s Boarding House. Resolve the servants' abilities before drawing the game's first Mythos card.

Scenario One

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Sin and Death

Mary approached the church door, with William Yorick behind her. The vaulting chamber was dimly lit by the scattered candles flickering in the darkness. The horrid…. Indescribable…. Things! The things he had shown her destroyed her doubt. Some, at least. The story could not be entirely true. God would not allow it. The banging at the door grew louder. One of the dark garbed men from the night before slammed on the outside of the door and would not stop. She tore it open. He did not enter.

“Show some respect for a house of God!”

The man sneered for a moment before trying to hide his reaction, “We have not come to hear you preach, we have come for the book and to learn of whom you have received it. We are ready to offer much money for it and for information of its provenance. We can bequest much to your church. Much good can you do with it. Come walk with us, talk with us, the night air is fresh. We can discuss its price as we stroll together. Long will you be remembered for the legacy of good works this sale shall bring.”

Mary stood inside the Church, thinking. The words were persuasive, but the timing was absurd, and their earlier behavior suspicious and peculiar beyond reason. Then jumped slightly, startled as William grasped her shoulder, “Don’t go!”

“I had no intention to. Please remove your hand.”

“I saw those things skulking through the graveyard, rising from the ground. Those are no humans. Not any more. Look how it squints at the cross you wear and licks its lips, this creature. I saw one feed. Beware.”

The vampire stepped back and snarled.

“Foolish human! We could spare your life! Or grant you immortality and an escape from this meaningless world and the fairy tale dreams you live for. We shall soon suck this earth dry, but there are infinite lands for us to feast on. You know it to be true, for you too have read the book, one of its endless copies. All your wishes could be made real, if you but bring us the book. This book of truth, quite unlike the paper idol your church of fools worships. Join us and live forever in delight and triumph. Spurn us, and you shall regret it beyond your grave.”

“Demonspawn!” cried Mary, “Blasphemy! Get thee behind me Satan!”

The vampire laughed, “If only I could, so I could sup from your sweet neck. Yet that shall be my master’s privilege, yes, I sense he has marked you for his own, perhaps he shall keep you as a pet. How dare you stand against us! My master is just a mere general in the endless army of our great Lord, the slayer of worlds! It is futile for you to stand against us. Submit! Submit! Or suffer a fate of unthinkable horror.”

Mary slammed shut the door and barred it. The creature outside made no further sounds. And if the legends of such beasts were true (as its actions seemed to indicate), it did not seem to be able to enter. But they would wait and watch until morning, taking turns at guard, and then they would begin their quest. Perhaps father Michael would bless them before they departed.

William went to sleep first. As he lay on the uncomfortable pew, he heard the tick tick ticking that didn’t seem to stop. Was it the clock on the wall? The clock was dead. Strange that it should be so. So where did the sound come from? That awful ticking. William wondered how he would sleep.

When he closed his eyes, it seemed as if he could see that dreadful skull which he had held in his hand just a while ago, grinning, grinning horribly at him, the face of the Vampire and the face of Death becoming one, one horrible being.

He slept restlessly, dreaming himself hitched to a cart, a beast of burden, an immortal slave, dragging an infinite faced abomination behind him as it cut down endless fields of wheat— wheat that bled like men.

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Ancient Ones: Dracula and Death.
Herald: Janus.
Required Investigators: Sister Mary and William Yorrick.

Start of game: Place one Cultist in the Southside Streets. It is stationary until both Mary and Yorrick leave the Church.

Clarifications: Dracula’s undead bonuses do not apply to the Cultist/Vampires or Maniac/Vampires (Cultist, Dark Druid, Maniac, and Child of the Goat are identical to ordinary unboosted Vampires— ignore their special text). Cultist/Maniac-Vampires do not go to the outskirts and are not counted towards the monster limit. If one would be placed in the outskirts, place it on the gate nearest The Graveyard instead (1st player's choice if a tie). Denying the Ancient One will not change Cultist/Vampires and Maniac/Vampires into Cultists or Maniacs for a turn (they are Vampires instead of their normal monster type, but they are not the original vampire, Dracula). Dracula treats unstable locations as if they were streets.

If an Ancient One has an ability that adds doom tokens to its doom track (e.g. Death, Eihort, etc.), Janus adds the doom tokens to the doom track of the active Ancient One doom track (whichever doom track is active before or during final combat).

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Preface

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The Key to the Gate of the Worlds

Vision burned the light from her eyes. She had seen It. Now blind in her natural eyes, she could only see with her inborn sight. The great darkness that consumed all worlds, all galaxies, all dimensions. Jaqueline knew, she knew it was coming for her world too, but it would not end there. The Endless End. She would prepare, but she had already seen the darkness and despaired. Now, save for her vision, all she saw was darkness. Gloria, Gloria would know what to do, perhaps. She would have seen it too. Not so vivid. Not so horrid. Perhaps she still kept her eyes. Certainly the magician would.

Sister Mary could not believe what she had read. A strange and blood-soaked journal sent to her by someone claiming to be a student at Miskatonic University. Its tales were unbelievable. Blasphemous. And yet… She had seen unexplainable things since coming to Arkham. Just last night, as she looked up from the book, she saw out the window and saw strangely pale men in curious garb outside the Church, sniffing, sniffing at the Church like animals, but never entering. She moved the book, and they all moved as one. She moved it again, and they moved again. As if they could see or smell it. But that would be impossible. It terrified her.

Attached to the journal was a note, cosigned by Dr. Fern (an authority she knew), and Professor Withers (an authority she did not) begging her to come to the University, to bring what help she could.

Mary thought of the verse, “And the Lord God said, ‘It is not good for man to be alone.’” And thus she would go, God’s will would fortify her, and so would his grace. She would speak with several of her parishioners who she had heard weird tales from. And who was that? William Yorick kneeling in the Pews? Why was he in Church? And what of that fanatic chef, or that strangely ethereal waif with haunted eyes who seemed more interested in free soup than salvation? And of course, Diana Stanley, that woman who Father Michaels said had given the most ridiculous confession he had heard in all his life (though he would not, of course, say what).

Frowning, and trembling slightly, she began rereading the most disturbing passage of the journal yet again, the so-called “Last Will & Testament of Dr. Herbert West.”

“This is it! Professor Winthrop and I have found it! The Key to the Gate of the Worlds! I have seen… I have seen! I have seen myself in a thousand nightmare dreams, and I have warned myself how many thousand times more. When I survived. We came together. We died together. Beware of Dr. Herbert West. He hunts me. One of many. One of few. They kill each other too. Surely I am not the last, yet I know of no more, like me. He is in league with Death, even as it hunts him. Even as he hunts me. You must take the Key, defend it, travel to the end of worlds if you must. Perhaps only there is there hope to defeat it.

“That which comes comes, oozing death through the dimensions. I thought I could control it, he thought he could control it. Usurp its power? Was I a near-sighted fool in every world? And now, The Nightmare Crafter sends forth servants from the Abyss. Or is he their servant? Another abominable being born of an endless nightmare, or does he bear them? I do not know, but you must defend the Key! In all worlds, it is the only Key across all space and time. It is the true Resurrection and the Life! You must defend it! It is our only chance against the coming chaos and consumption! Use my device if you must. It is the Key to infinite life! Oh, God, oh Hell, I feel its sharpened quill, cold and ever tearing through my guts! Now I understand. It was not I who wrote this note, though I swear it to be Truth.”

Surely these words were the mere ravings of a madman. Mary prayed.

Arkham Horror Fan Creation League Rules

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General Rules

This is intended for people who have all the sets from Arkham Horror to Innsmouth (Arkham Horror, Curse of the Dark Pharoah, Dunwich Horror, The King in Yellow, Kingsport Horror, Black Goat of the Woods, and Innsmouth Horror). It is possible to play missing some components, particularly by using Arkham Horror Wiki to create proxies when necessary, but it will be difficult. Ideally all components but the Banned Materials will be used each scenario.
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Final Battles

Use the Clues per Seal rule (you can only use a number of clues during each round of final combat equal to the number of seals on the board) and the Remove Epic Battle Cards rule (remove 6 minus the number of seals on the board from the green Epic Battle card deck when the Ancient One awakens). Custom Ancient Ones do not use the Epic Battles Deck.

Banned Material

Remove this from the decks or ignore it if it show up (treat it as if it weren't drawn): Call Ancient One.
Recommended Banning: Kingsport's board (except when stated otherwise for a few late scenarios), Mythos cards, Other World Encounters, and Kingsport's Kingsport encounters (Arkham Encounters are fine— if the train station encounter that causes movement to Kingsport is drawn, just treat it as a "Nothing happens" encounter). If you do decide to use them, do *not* use the Thomas Olney Rope and Anchor exploit.

Bank Loans

If a team of investigators has more than four investigators (before counting expansion boards), investigators with bank loans can not trade away items or money even though they can still receive them. They can however trade items or money freely with other investigators with bank loans. Items held by investigators with bank loans also can be traded for by giving an item with equal or greater monetary value, or a spell for a spell.

Miscellaneous Comments

If you have any questions about scenarios, contact me in the FFG Arkham Horror forum (preferably privately if it's a strategy question), or in the comments section here.
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Scenarios 1-5

The investigator pool from which you may select investigators is:

Sister Mary.
Amanda Sharpe.
Gloria Goldberg.
Carolyn Fern.
Dexter Drake.
Jacqueline Fine.
Diana Stanley.
Wendy Adams.
Norman Withers.
William Yorrick.
Zoey Samaras.

Up to four investigators who survive a scenario can carry one item (or skill) in their possession (this means a spell, skill, common item, or a unique item) to the next scenario, except an Elder Sign. This item must be exchanged with either a random or fixed possession of the same sort during the start of the next scenario. All other items and skills are discarded and redrawn. Fixed items are not considered an item carry-over and can be replaced by carried over items. Record the items you intend your investigators to carry over (if any) after you beat a scenario (ideally before seeing the next scenario). Items carried over must replace a random or fixed item on the investigator carrying them over.

Investigators can not be removed from an investigator team at the beginning of a new scenario without losing all their items (if the same investigators are redrawn later); however, you can expand or contract your team size between scenarios, if you want.

If an investigator is devoured or retired, he or she can be replaced by any other investigator remaining within the investigator pool. The investigator pool refreshes at the beginning of each scenario (new copies of all the investigators are available again). Do not recycle devoured or retired investigators within a game. If you have too many investigators devoured in one game, you will lose. This paragraph applies to all 24 scenarios.

If a team of investigators is devoured, the same team or a new team can restart the scenario it is on with the items it carried over from the previous scenario (or a previous scenario without any previously obtained items).

If Dexter Drake passes his Personal Story, it remains passed between the scenarios.

Scenarios 6-12

The investigator pool from which you may select investigators is:

Sister Mary.

Amanda Sharpe.

Marie Lambeau.

Jenny Barnes.

"Skids" O'Toole.

Joe Diamond.

Roland Banks.

Tony Morgan.

Michael McGlen.

Finn Edwards.

Charlie Kane.

A team of investigators can carry over a total of four monster trophies between scenarios on one or multiple investigators. Charlie Kane can carry over an ally (except for Professor Rice) instead of one of the trophies. Do not carry over items as in scenarios 1-5.

Scenarios 13-16

The investigator pool from which you may select investigators is:

Sister Mary.

Amanda Sharpe.
Monterey Jack

Harvey Walters.

Ursula Downs.

Mandy Thompson.

Minh Thi Phan.

Lily Chen.

Luke Robinson.

Darrell Simmons.

Ashcan Pete.

Ashcan Pete can not purchase The King in Yellow or Eltdown Shards if he draws from the bottom of the deck.

Up to four investigators may carry up to one exhibit item and one monster trophy between scenarios. If a team has less than four exhibit items at the start of a scenario, one investigator without an exhibit item may randomly draw one. Do not carry over other items.

Scenarios 17-24

The investigator pool from which you may select investigators is:

Sister Mary.

Amanda Sharpe.

Harvey Walters.

Ursula Downs.

Gloria Goldberg.

Michael McGlen.

Jenny Barnes.

Norman Withers.

Sister Mary may carry over a gate trophy and a non-Cultist monster trophy between scenarios if she has any.

Up to four investigators may carry over one item (a common item, non-Elder Sign unique item, or spell) to replace one of their random items of the same item type. NOTE: unlike in scenarios 1-5, skills can not be carried over, and fixed possessions can not be replaced with a carry over item.

These scenarios will have expanded investigator pools. This means that they will list additional investigators not on this list that they will allow (or force) you to select.