Shrouds of Yesterday

Come with me, time out of mind, into the Shrouds of Yesterday. A horror-survival game that explores the struggles of mental duress and identity in an unfamiliar world. An AD&D game where the players don't get to see their own character sheets; waking up with no memory, the audience learns about the world and protagonists at the same horrific pace that the players do. What would you do, with a blank slate and a dark past written in invisible ink?Shrouds of Yesterday comes from the malevolent and crafty mind of Hekate Nichols and debuts tomorrow on Infinity Break dot net and will release every other Tuesday as a podcast! Dungeon Master: Hekate V. NicholsHa-Ruin: JuniperHa-Tavoh: Jay "Kitsch"Ha-Triv: CadenceHa-Karim: NovaNarrator: Ian BoneConsulting Producer: Zeke Musician: Fev Inman

Come with me, time out of mind, as our four fated friends gather their senses, scrape up what little resources they can, and attempt to escape the carrion crypt they awoke in. What awaits them outside of these murky halls, and why have they all found themselves here, together, with numeral runes carved deep in their flesh?

Come with me, time out of mind, into the all too friendly village of Redsage. Will our gods forsaken protagonists find comfort here, or will they estrange the curious people of the odd community? Work hard, be kind, and spread love-- these are the tools to keep the Dayaan Witches at bay, that, and a sturdy lock.  Will it be enough? Shrouds of Yesterday comes from the malevolent and crafty mind of Hekate Nichols and debuts tomorrow on Infinity Break dot net and will release every other Tuesday as a podcast! Dungeon Master: Hekate V. NicholsHa-Ruin: JuniperHa-Tavoh: Jay "Kitsch"Ha-Triv: CadenceHa-Karim: NovaNarrator: Ian BoneConsulting Producer: Zeke Musician: Fev Inman

Come with me, time out of mind, back to the curious cult of Red-Sage. What secrets lie under the coif of the healers' cap? What can Ha-Kahir learn from Sofinara? And who are the Daayan witches? Some questions answered, and others will be lost, like so many ashes in the wind. Shrouds of Yesterday comes from the malevolent and crafty mind of Hekate Nichols and debuts tomorrow on Infinity Break dot net and will release every other Tuesday as a podcast! Dungeon Master: Hekate V. NicholsHa-Ruin: JuniperHa-Tavoh: Jay "Kitsch"Ha-Triv: CadenceHa-Karim: Nova Narrator: Ian Bone Consulting Producer: Zeke Musician: Fev Inman

Come with me, time out of mind, into the Cliffways shepherd hamlet of Skiplun. Meet the residents, a friendly old man, a rugged gruff hunter, and a straight-talking herb-farmer. Will this community's welcome hold daggers beneath their cloak? Is all hospitality a facade in the Sappeth Vale? And who even is the Butcher? Shrouds of Yesterday comes from the malevolent and crafty mind of Hekate Nichols and releases every other Tuesday on Infinity Break dot net as a podcast! Dungeon Master: Hekate V. Nichols Ha-Ruin: Juniper Ha-Tavoh: Jay "Kitsch" Ha-Triv: Cadence Ha-Kahir: Nova Narrator: Ian Bone Consulting Producer: Zeke Musician: Fev Inman Editor: Nick Bremer

Come with me, time out of mind, back into the dead of night in the quiet dark of Skiplun, where the mists threaten death and the graves sing a gentle lullaby in your dreams. Will the players be able to steel themselves and face their fears, or will they allow yet another mystery to go unsolved? Will the forgotten four learn the secret of the children? Shrouds of Yesterday comes from the malevolent and crafty mind of Hekate Nichols and releases every other Tuesday on Infinity Break dot net as a podcast! Dungeon Master: Hekate V. Nichols Ha-Ruin: Juniper Ha-Tavoh: Jay "Kitsch" Ha-Triv: Cadence Ha-Karim: Nova Narrator: Ian Bone Consulting Producer: Zeke Musician: Fev Inman Editor: Nick Bremer

Come with me, time out of mind, into a hazy space you have only ever seen in your wildest nightmares, deep beyond the safety of rhyme and reason, where the spirits of dream and dilemma revisit the trauma we experience and unfolds it into something that can heal or haunt on whims as unsubstantial as the very shadows themselves.What secrets will our rune-scarred protagonists unlock on the bridge between the waking mind and the strange freedom of somnolence?

Come with me, time out of mind, across a stone bridge that stretches miles over an enormous river. Take a seat at the Warden's fire, and share a story of worldly gossip, and unsettling intrigue. More rumors of a bogey in Anghor Ford, what started the fire of the sky stead mines, and where does all the distrust for Ibixians really come from? Our ever imperiled protagonists may lean into their insecurity in a rare moment respite and safety, but will they be better for the mysteries they uncover? Or will the answers only reveal even more uncomfortable questions?

Come with me time out of mind, in to the thick of the Zitaxian mists where the dread beasts hunt their prey, and death hides behind every corner. Our misfit four friends of circumstance find themselves learning more and more about their own capabilities, but will it be enough to save them from a fleet of venomous wyvern whelps, or will they be food for beasts of the mist?

Come with me, time out of mind, into sweet oblivion, beyond the pale of life or death, where in nothingness resides. It is here, in the roiling blood-red fog we find Ha-Tavoh and Ha-Kahir their mortal coils cut short, and yet their story is only beginning. Will the grip of termination hold fast half of our protagonists, or will these fateful traveler return from that distant bourn? And should they return, will they have answers of the ills they bear, or will they only have more questions to puzzle the will, and make dreary their dreadful plight?

Come with me, time out of mind, into sweet oblivion, beyond the pale of life or death, where in nothingness resides. It is here, in the roiling blood-red fog we find Ha-Tavoh and Ha-Kahir their mortal coils cut short, and yet their story is only beginning. Will the grip of termination hold fast half of our protagonists, or will these fateful traveler return from that distant bourn? And should they return, will they have answers of the ills they bear, or will they only have more questions to puzzle the will, and make dreary their dreadful plight?

Come with me, time out of mind, onto the quiet lake of telo sijelo, where one drunk man’s story tells of a mythic fish so strong it nearly killed him, but the sun and clear skies offer no portents of anything more than a quiet day. Will our four heroes miss anything while taking a vacation, or will they lose something dear while they are gone fishing?