Our friends are dead. All of my silly young entourage has been shot to shreds. Leaving me to cope with the morons I’ve braved for half a century already. Donovan, the Hyatt Brothers, the Corpse Queens and the Darmstadt sisters. Nice people in many ways, but why did the nice young ones have to go? The only one I know of the old ones that tried hard to be killed was Laura Stanley. The old hag. I almost admire her. Playing a bloodsucking Florence Nightingale at 50 going on 1000. “It will be such a feast…”

I heard that my brother lost two of his sons. I wish I could pay the Germans back for that. Be the sword and judgement. The avenging undead uncle. But I am no Samael.

Written by Anders Fager

Music by Atrium Carceri

Tarot card art by Axel Torvenius

Taroticum is an adventure for KULT: Divinity Lost by Helmgast AB