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The Year is 1915. In France, blood is shed by the gallon, men dying upon men. In England, beneath the veneer of Edwardian society, there is a world that the public knows not about. There are no laws that regulate these societies, at least no laws that exist on offical books, yet nonetheless these societies are hunted and persecuted by organisations that work under the name of the King. One of these societies was formerly lead by a young gentleman by the name of Valentine Blay, but unfortunately for his followers, Valentine Blay no longer exists. Quite what happened to him after he bade his followers to leave his abode is unknown, but ever since that day he has vanished- his house empty, his estate in limbo.

Luckily for the Society of the Sublime Gaze however, his work was left intact. Layers upon layers of Valentine Blay's work- his diaries, countless tomes considered downright heretical by those that arrest in the name of His Majesty, the intricately detailed maps of the House Which Has No Walls... All left in near-pristine condition, save the begriming of their surfaces with dust and secrecy. The goals held by Valentine Blay are less clear however, and the vast cult that his charismatic personage assembled now finds itself rent with discontent and infighting. 

Those few that were counted among Valentine Blay's cadre of confidants are now faced with bevy of dilemmas. Do they follow the path that had begun to be hewed by their forebearer, do they strike out on their own, or do they do something else, not quite one and yet not quite the contrary either? As more and more of the cult is pulled away to clash steel with the kaiser's legions, who will come out atop the malificent  pile of deception?

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This will be an RP heavily inspired by Lovecraftian ideas and horror, with a [b]lot[/b] of its core ideas taken from the [i]fantastic[/i] Cultist Simulator. You will take control of upper-echelon members of Valentine Blay's (surname compulsory) cult, and with your leader gone, the struggle for power can now commence.