Dave JTwo months—real time—in, and eight sessions down, our little plane finally crosses #BeyondTheMountainsOfMadness.
We’ve had no Investigators die thus far, but our sanity wanes with every passing day. The sled dogs tell our survivalist LeClerque terrible things, and bloody shades of the Isonzo Front run roughshod through my own Dr da Costavolpino’s nightmares.
Strange vistas greet us ahead, no doubt caused by tainted air in our tanks.