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The Campaign of '68 was a disastrous attempt by British forces to invade Hell.

War Is Hell[edit]

"So we mounted up, loaded the pistols and set out to conquer Hell for Her Majesty..."^[1]

In 1868, a mere six years after the Fall of London, the British Cavalry was tasked with mapping the vast new landscape of the Neath.^[2] As they explored, the British forces found Rubbery Men, devils, and more excitingly, news of the lands beyond London's borders. True to both imperial and Christian ambition, they decided upon an invasion of Hell.^[3] However, it was the devils who struck first after learning of the British war plans. They invaded London through the Forgotten Quarter, the ruined remnants of the Fourth City.^[4] Several British cavalry regiments were deployed in defense, but as they charged into the mist,^[5] they were confronted by horrors beyond imagination. The battle was a catastrophe, and the remnants of the Empress’ cavalry were captured.^[6] The prisoners were condemned to work on Hell's slave ships,^[7] and the ransom Hell demanded was one soul for each prisoner^[8] - a ransom sometimes paid by loved ones, at great personal cost.^[9]

Despite this crushing initial setback, a portion of the British Army managed to push forward into the Hinterlands, crossing into infernal territory. One battle took place at Moulin; the region now called the Moulin Waste was bombarded the most heavily,^[10] and is now pockmarked with trenches, craters,^[11] and anomalies in spacetime^[12] from Hellish ordnance. The area remains littered with the scraps of both London's forces^[13]^[14] and Hellish devices.^[15]^[16] Hell's strategists deliberately allowed the British army to advance deeper into their territory, culminating in a battle at the Lamentations of the Violet,^[17] a gorge fortified with infernal artillery and diabolic defenses.^[18] British forces were optimistic at first, with some immediately attempting to scale the walls of Hell itself,^[19] but they were soon crushed beneath an endless tide of devils and infernal artillery.^[20] The Londoners resorted to a strategy of attrition, but such a plan was sheer folly against a less-than-mortal enemy; they were forced to employ trench warfare, an unfamiliar and desperate strategy.^[21] The Fields of Roses bore the scars of intense combat, and wrecked siege engines littered the landscape: a testament to the futility of traditional warfare against Hell’s defenses.^[22]

London did find an unexpected ally in the Brazen Brigade, a counterrevolutionary faction of devils opposed to the republic of Hell,^[23] but their assistance was not enough to turn the tide of the war. By early 1869, the campaign had reached a standstill, and soldiers sought whatever small comforts they could in the trenches. On New Year's Day, a group of Londoners set up a game of football, but the devils released prisoners of war to compete against their former comrades^[24] — a psychological tactic designed to erode morale even further, aided by the fact that the prisoners had gained infernal powers.^[25] The final days of the Campaign descended into chaos. London’s forces, running out of modern ammunition, resorted to medieval siege warfare.^[26] Hell, by contrast, deployed an endless array of eldritch weaponry, which not only tore men apart but warped their minds, turning soldiers into deserters or traitors.^[27] Some stumbled straight into the waiting hands of Hell,^[28]^[29] while others were caught and executed by their own superiors.^[30] The trenches became mass graves.^[31]^[32] Exhausted and outmatched, the British forces broke.^[33]

The Thorned Manservant, a veteran affected by a weapon of Hell.

Those who made it back to London brought with them accounts of terrifying sights: burning roses, brass triremes, the relics of Hell's deposed aristocracy, the merciless bureaucracy that supplanted it.^[34] Many of those who were captured were not the same when they returned. One was apparently transformed into a devil,^[35] and another became a sapient rose.^[36] Still others were not quite transformed, but roses burrowed deep into their flesh.^[37]^[38]

Aftermath[edit]

After the war, London begrudgingly accepted normalized diplomatic relations with Hell. The devils constructed their consulate, the Brass Embassy, on Baker Street (now known as Moloch Street) and set up an express railway between London and Hell. They forced London to legalize trade in human souls, although this trade remains strictly regulated. Hell also exports coal, sulfur, nevercold brass, and devilbone.

The Violet Treaty,^[39] signed between London and Hell, established a neutral buffer zone between the two cities. The part of the Hinterlands west of Balmoral fell under neither jurisdiction, with both parties forbidden from using the territory for espionage, political maneuvering, or religious conversion.^[40]

In 1898, with the help of a second treaty brokered by the deviless Virginia (the Lord Mayor of London at the time),^[41] the Great Hellbound Railway was founded as a passenger line through the Hinterlands.^[42] The Railway brought an influx of people to the old battleground of Moulin, which is now a small hamlet^[43] where historians excavate and sell relics of the Campaign.^[44]

Veterans[edit]

The Regretful Soldier, a veteran of the Campaign.

Even decades later, it is not difficult to find veterans of the Campaign around London: traumatized warriors in the bars of Watchmaker's Hill, peculiarly ambitious clergymen, drunkards passed out in the gutter.^[45] The invasion left a long shadow on London,^[46] but even after such a dramatic loss, some within the Anglican Church hold out hope for another attempt to vanquish Hell once and for all.^[47]

The Regretful Soldier's wife traded her soul for his freedom, but freedom brought him no solace.^[48]
The Bishop of Southwark, a chaplain of his unit at the time,^[49] unwittingly caused his regiment to be captured in battle. He went on a hunger strike while rowing Hell's galleys, and eventually signed a contract allowing him to keep his soul and go home.^[50] He has been spending his life ever since then preparing for another invasion.^[47]
The Thorned Manservant has grown roses from his skull thanks to a weapon of Hell.^[37] He now serves the Palace, where he has organized a support group for fellow veterans.^[51]
The Bellicose Prince, one of the royal children, secretly joined the war effort as a young man; he survived, but was left with deep psychological wounds thanks to the horrors he witnessed and the choices he made.^[52]
Many veterans whisper of a figure called "Nicator" among the ranks of the campaign. Some claim he led the charge to defend London against the devils in the Forgotten Quarter. The validity of these accounts is uncertain.^[53]

References[edit]

↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "In '69, once the city had settled and the dashed bats had cleared off, we in the Cavalry were detailed to map out the Neath. [...]" [Editor's note: The date noted here is likely a typo or the Soldier misremembering the year, since it's known as the Campaign of '68 everywhere else.]
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "Soon we came across the rubbery chaps, devils and so on, and learned that there were lands beyond London's borders. [...] So we mounted up, loaded the pistols and set out to conquer Hell for Her Majesty..."
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "Well, the Devils got wind of our expedition to Hell, and decided to invade London first. They came in over the Forgotten Quarter and we drew up our battle lines. [...]"
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "[...] The Blues and Royals, The 23rd Neathy Rifles, Heavy and Light Brigades, all lined up among the broken stone warriors of another stolen city. And off in the mists... well... the voices..."
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "[...] When the bugler sounded the charge I felt my insides turn to liquid, I don't mind telling you. We lowered our lances and spurred into the fog. [...] The voices on either side of us... eyes in the mist... Led us deep into the marshes [...] The last thing I saw was a face..."
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "When I awoke, I was in a boat on a dark river. [...] It was a great shining brass-clad trireme, and I was chained to an oar, along with the ragged remnants of the Empress' cavalry. [...] At the helm was a fellow with a bandaged face."
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "A Devil in a velvet suit sauntered up to me. 'Ah, you're awake,' he said. 'So glad you could join our little cruise. You'll be our guest until the Traitor Empress agrees to pay a ransom. One soul for each of you. Until then, you row.' And he pointed to the North."
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "Agnes was waiting for me," he says at last. "I gazed into her empty eyes, and the happiest day of my life turned into the saddest. Agnes had given her soul to buy me back, you see. I still love her, of course. And she loves me. In her own way..."
↑ Carefully cross the fence, Fallen London "The Moulin Waste saw the worse of the ordnance of Hell. There are particularities to this place."
↑ Who built it?, Fallen London "Beyond it lies the Moulin Waste: a desolate battlefield, blasted with Hellish weapons during London’s war against Hell forty years ago. The landscape is churned mud, craters, and deep trenches."
↑ A Snap-Gap, Fallen London "The detonation of Hellish ordnance has left a crater here, [...] Inside it, space is having a difficult time holding itself together. [...] It's not entirely unlike the Missing Block. Trying to move across will lurch your body to the other side without passing through the intervening space. [...] these 'snap-gaps' are liable to break a few bones along the way."
↑ A Clatterwaul, Fallen London "Piles of discarded military paraphernalia accumulate in a muddy trench in the Waste: tarnished buttons from uniforms, rusting cavalry sabres, outmoded rifles rotting away."
↑ Account for what remains 100, Fallen London "Scraps of uniforms, discarded medals, and other items from the Campaign of '68."
↑ Account for what remains 100, Fallen London "And the crown jewel of your prize: a device of Infernal manufacture, still intact."
↑ Dig it up!, Fallen London "One of Hell's devices of war, left curiously inert."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "The Lamentations of the Violet" "The Scarlet Condottiere leads you towards a gorge carved into the fields. Smoke rises up from it in lazy plumes. Violet flowers speckle the rock, like the start of a rash. The Condottiere advises that you keep to the left, away from the smoke."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "This gorge is one of Hell's best defences. It marks the approach to London. In the war, Hell funnelled London's forces through the gorge, where they could be disposed of at leisure."
↑ The Remembrance of the Rose, Fallen London "The first salvo. Morale is high in the ranks. The Sergeant Major sounds the bugle, and it is up and over. When you reach the top, you –"
↑ Hold back, Fallen London "The devils do not die. They rise, and rise again. Stronger. Or else the law furnaces belch their hateful acrid, and so may they never die. At the battle's end, your battalion is at a third strength. The policy of attrition is not revised."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "Deep trenches are gouged into the ground. Abandoned siege weapons are mired in the ruined earth. Roses, red as wine, bloom across the scarred ground."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "The Fields of Roses" "Rusting machinery dots the scarred landscape, ruined by the troop movements: the raising and toppling of defences; the casting down of commanders. Here and there, roses rise from the earth: red as open wounds."
↑ The Remembrance of the Rose, Fallen London "Hell's enemies – and your allies – the Brazen Brigade are at your side."
↑ The Laws of the Game, Fallen London "It was New Year's Day, as far as they could keep the calendars making sense. The game started as normal – the soldiers often played football to keep themselves busy between sorties – but a half-hour in they realised that there were more players than there should be. They wore the faces of friends they thought lost."
↑ The Laws of the Game, Fallen London "They were lost soldiers of the regiment, released by the devils to play one game. Perhaps it was meant as some kind of indecipherable olive branch, but more likely it was meant to harm the soldier's morale. Apparently they had to fix up the rules to account for uncanny infernal tricks: searing sigils and the wax that poured from former comrades, that sort of thing."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "Battered armaments litter the tops of the trenches; cannon here, a chain-gun there; a single benighted Cotterell & Hathersage 'Discouragement', poking forlornly from the mire. When London's forces ran out of ammunition, they turned to antique weaponry: the trebuchet, the mangonel, the sling."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "Elsewhere, you can find the detritus of Hell's weaponry. A slumbering Utterance, never committed. The incandescent aftereffects of a Brazen Doctrine, still exuding perfume; the still-smouldering bulk of a War-Furnace; decreeing death, torpor and desertion."
↑ A Crown of Thorns, Fallen London "Alone, you crawl up an outcrop and fumble for your field-glasses. You watch helplessly as devils storm the glowing trenches, and herd the rest of the platoon into cages. This is your doing."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "[...] Some were fleeing east towards London; others, lost, ran in the direction of Hell. Amongst the wreckage, you find evidence of mounted cavalry: hoof-prints in the dirt. Hell's chargers, come to shepherd the fleeing soldiers through Hell's gates."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "The corpses here are human, but riddled with bullet-holes. No roses bind them. These were deserters, who tried to flee and were gunned down by their sergeants. [...]"
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "A gibbet stands above the command trenches; three bodies still hang. They have been preserved: an edict from the Law Furnaces. They are handsome youths in regimental dress; their eyes closed as though sleeping. But for the livid marks on their necks, they might be."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "Pictures of old sweethearts hang on rose-mortared walls. Corpses lie together, their hands entwined, their fingers bound by blackened roses. The command trenches bear witness to frenzied anarchy; knives in the back of uniformed officers, victims of a mounted Ordinance."
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "The trenches are clogged with the thrown down weaponry of failed battalions. You find letters in the command trenches; maudlin poetry, last-minute wills. Bodies strewn with roses hamper your path."
↑ Remnants of the war, Fallen London "You examine regimental diaries and talk to historians. Few of the old soldiers from the ill-fated campaign of '68 are still in the Neath. [...] A few themes recur in the stories you do hear: slave-rowed triremes, fields of burning roses, a vast and pitiless bureaucracy. A throne that stands in the shadow of a gallows."
↑ The Brass Grail, Fallen London "The devil pulls off his mask. "Was this effort to deny them worth it, Reginald? All Clarissa wanted was to get me into your seminary. Don't you want me any more?" An accent creeps into his voice, from the South end of Ireland. The Bishop drops his case. "Michael." The Bishop's former lover smiles and makes a slight bow. Michael says: "I haven't changed that much. We're more similar than you might think." The Bishop picks up a poker from the fireplace and then drops it. "No. We are finished, Michael. We are over. A hiss of steam escapes from Michael's eye as you and the Bishop turn away."
↑ Stay at your post, Fallen London "The Gospel of the Thorn 6:75. The boy found Hell not as expected. There was much he did not expect. He was welcomed to each district in time, and at the last, he was asked what he would like to be. There was only one possible answer. There only ever is."
↑ ^37.0 ^37.1 A Crown of Thorns, Fallen London "The Thorned Manservant raises his fingertips to a flower budding above his ear. He twists it off, and blood drops from the stalk onto his shirt. "It's a war wound, from '68. I try not to complain. Some of the stories I've heard in this room – well, let's just say I got off lightly." [...]"
↑ For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "At last, the cloth is away, and you can see the flesh exposed. His chest looks as though it has been tattooed from the inside. Except — except the tattoo is moving, and grows out from the bone. Thorns poke upwards out of the flesh. Roses bloom across the exposed chest, which bleeds incessantly. The man is entirely perforated."
↑ Listen to the Synod's Opening, Fallen London "Learned friends, detested enemies, muddle-brained heretics, a great matter is upon us. Someone –" He glowers at you. "– has opened a Christian house of worship in the High Hinterlands. This contravenes the Violet Treaty, article seven."
↑ Listen to the Synod's Opening, Fallen London "The land west of Balmoral falls under neither the jurisdiction of Hell nor London. It is forbidden for either side to attempt to use the territory betwixt the two for matters of espionage, politics or religious conversion."
↑ Advertisements of a New Venture, Fallen London "That is when she announced a new initiative: a deal brokered with Hell, a whole stretch of land opened to London development."
↑ Advertisements of a New Venture, Fallen London "She founded the Ministry of Upper River Development [...] Seeing opportunity, His Amused Lordship joined a few friends to form the Great Hellbound Railway Company. Now they are seeking fellow directors from among the wealthiest and most notable Londoners."
↑ Build the station at Moulin, Fallen London "Far west, there is a muddy battlefield where London fought Hell, and lost. Within that battlefield lies a hamlet."
↑ A Hamlet, Fallen London "[...] You find no business of note, and little cause for human habitation, other than a cramped shop selling antiques. On the window, a sign proclaims the sale of Souvenirs & Mementos of the Campaign of ‘68."
↑ A cavalry officer, Fallen London "That's the uniform of the 23rd Neathy Rifles. Though he's long since sold his brass buttons – for the cheapest gin, by the smell."
↑ Submit your prisoner to the ministrations of Hell, Fallen London "The Grey Man has feared these walls for decades, even though he has existed (in this form) only for a few months. He whimpers as you get closer. He asks you to relent. London came this direction in '68, and it was sorry, very sorry, to have done so."
↑ ^47.0 ^47.1 Theological Husbandry, Fallen London "We have a plan. Pious sons of the Empire all, but I won't tell you any names. We're going to win where we lost back in '68. We're going to show them our mettle, once and for all. We're going to storm Hell, and I intend to be in the first rank."
↑ Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "Agnes was waiting for me," he says at last. "I gazed into her empty eyes, and the happiest day of my life turned into the saddest. Agnes had given her soul to buy me back, you see. I still love her, of course. And she loves me. In her own way..."
↑ The Brass Grail (Story), Fallen London "I was newly ordained back then. The army was in dire need of chaplains for the campaign and so I accepted a commission."
↑ The Brass Grail (Story), Fallen London "All I knew at the time was that it would allow me to leave with my soul. That such a craven should rise to the mitre..."
↑ A Crown of Thorns, Fallen London "My memories hurt far worse than these do," says the Thorned Manservant, pointing at the barbs that rupture his scalp. "I thought sharing them with other veterans might help, so I began hosting these meetings."
↑ A Crown of Thorns, Fallen London "Most Londoners can tell themselves they're nothing but pawns, left to fall where they may. But the son of the Traitor Empress can do no such thing. He is troubled, and he is doing something awful to bear it."
↑ Describe a Nicatorean Relic, Fallen London "Many veterans of the Campaign of '68 attest to having seen an unknown cavalry officer, eight feet tall and sat atop a massive war-horse, leading charges against the forces of Hell. What these soldiers do not know is that their description of this unknown 'Knight of the Forgotten Quarter' matches effigies found on Elder Continent coins struck around the year 500 A.D..."

[1] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London

[2] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "In '69, once the city had settled and the dashed bats had cleared off, we in the Cavalry were detailed to map out the Neath. [...]" [Editor's note: The date noted here is likely a typo or the Soldier misremembering the year, since it's known as the Campaign of '68 everywhere else.]

[3] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "Soon we came across the rubbery chaps, devils and so on, and learned that there were lands beyond London's borders. [...] So we mounted up, loaded the pistols and set out to conquer Hell for Her Majesty..."

[4] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "Well, the Devils got wind of our expedition to Hell, and decided to invade London first. They came in over the Forgotten Quarter and we drew up our battle lines. [...]"

[5] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "[...] The Blues and Royals, The 23rd Neathy Rifles, Heavy and Light Brigades, all lined up among the broken stone warriors of another stolen city. And off in the mists... well... the voices..."

[6] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "[...] When the bugler sounded the charge I felt my insides turn to liquid, I don't mind telling you. We lowered our lances and spurred into the fog. [...] The voices on either side of us... eyes in the mist... Led us deep into the marshes [...] The last thing I saw was a face..."

[7] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "When I awoke, I was in a boat on a dark river. [...] It was a great shining brass-clad trireme, and I was chained to an oar, along with the ragged remnants of the Empress' cavalry. [...] At the helm was a fellow with a bandaged face."

[8] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "A Devil in a velvet suit sauntered up to me. 'Ah, you're awake,' he said. 'So glad you could join our little cruise. You'll be our guest until the Traitor Empress agrees to pay a ransom. One soul for each of you. Until then, you row.' And he pointed to the North."

[:0-9] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "Agnes was waiting for me," he says at last. "I gazed into her empty eyes, and the happiest day of my life turned into the saddest. Agnes had given her soul to buy me back, you see. I still love her, of course. And she loves me. In her own way..."

[10] Carefully cross the fence, Fallen London "The Moulin Waste saw the worse of the ordnance of Hell. There are particularities to this place."

[11] Who built it?, Fallen London "Beyond it lies the Moulin Waste: a desolate battlefield, blasted with Hellish weapons during London’s war against Hell forty years ago. The landscape is churned mud, craters, and deep trenches."

[12] A Snap-Gap, Fallen London "The detonation of Hellish ordnance has left a crater here, [...] Inside it, space is having a difficult time holding itself together. [...] It's not entirely unlike the Missing Block. Trying to move across will lurch your body to the other side without passing through the intervening space. [...] these 'snap-gaps' are liable to break a few bones along the way."

[13] A Clatterwaul, Fallen London "Piles of discarded military paraphernalia accumulate in a muddy trench in the Waste: tarnished buttons from uniforms, rusting cavalry sabres, outmoded rifles rotting away."

[14] Account for what remains 100, Fallen London "Scraps of uniforms, discarded medals, and other items from the Campaign of '68."

[15] Account for what remains 100, Fallen London "And the crown jewel of your prize: a device of Infernal manufacture, still intact."

[16] Dig it up!, Fallen London "One of Hell's devices of war, left curiously inert."

[17] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "The Lamentations of the Violet" "The Scarlet Condottiere leads you towards a gorge carved into the fields. Smoke rises up from it in lazy plumes. Violet flowers speckle the rock, like the start of a rash. The Condottiere advises that you keep to the left, away from the smoke."

[18] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "This gorge is one of Hell's best defences. It marks the approach to London. In the war, Hell funnelled London's forces through the gorge, where they could be disposed of at leisure."

[19] The Remembrance of the Rose, Fallen London "The first salvo. Morale is high in the ranks. The Sergeant Major sounds the bugle, and it is up and over. When you reach the top, you –"

[20] Hold back, Fallen London "The devils do not die. They rise, and rise again. Stronger. Or else the law furnaces belch their hateful acrid, and so may they never die. At the battle's end, your battalion is at a third strength. The policy of attrition is not revised."

[21] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "Deep trenches are gouged into the ground. Abandoned siege weapons are mired in the ruined earth. Roses, red as wine, bloom across the scarred ground."

[22] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "The Fields of Roses" "Rusting machinery dots the scarred landscape, ruined by the troop movements: the raising and toppling of defences; the casting down of commanders. Here and there, roses rise from the earth: red as open wounds."

[23] The Remembrance of the Rose, Fallen London "Hell's enemies – and your allies – the Brazen Brigade are at your side."

[24] The Laws of the Game, Fallen London "It was New Year's Day, as far as they could keep the calendars making sense. The game started as normal – the soldiers often played football to keep themselves busy between sorties – but a half-hour in they realised that there were more players than there should be. They wore the faces of friends they thought lost."

[25] The Laws of the Game, Fallen London "They were lost soldiers of the regiment, released by the devils to play one game. Perhaps it was meant as some kind of indecipherable olive branch, but more likely it was meant to harm the soldier's morale. Apparently they had to fix up the rules to account for uncanny infernal tricks: searing sigils and the wax that poured from former comrades, that sort of thing."

[26] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "Battered armaments litter the tops of the trenches; cannon here, a chain-gun there; a single benighted Cotterell & Hathersage 'Discouragement', poking forlornly from the mire. When London's forces ran out of ammunition, they turned to antique weaponry: the trebuchet, the mangonel, the sling."

[27] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "Elsewhere, you can find the detritus of Hell's weaponry. A slumbering Utterance, never committed. The incandescent aftereffects of a Brazen Doctrine, still exuding perfume; the still-smouldering bulk of a War-Furnace; decreeing death, torpor and desertion."

[28] A Crown of Thorns, Fallen London "Alone, you crawl up an outcrop and fumble for your field-glasses. You watch helplessly as devils storm the glowing trenches, and herd the rest of the platoon into cages. This is your doing."

[29] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "[...] Some were fleeing east towards London; others, lost, ran in the direction of Hell. Amongst the wreckage, you find evidence of mounted cavalry: hoof-prints in the dirt. Hell's chargers, come to shepherd the fleeing soldiers through Hell's gates."

[30] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "The corpses here are human, but riddled with bullet-holes. No roses bind them. These were deserters, who tried to flee and were gunned down by their sergeants. [...]"

[31] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "A gibbet stands above the command trenches; three bodies still hang. They have been preserved: an edict from the Law Furnaces. They are handsome youths in regimental dress; their eyes closed as though sleeping. But for the livid marks on their necks, they might be."

[32] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "Pictures of old sweethearts hang on rose-mortared walls. Corpses lie together, their hands entwined, their fingers bound by blackened roses. The command trenches bear witness to frenzied anarchy; knives in the back of uniformed officers, victims of a mounted Ordinance."

[33] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "The trenches are clogged with the thrown down weaponry of failed battalions. You find letters in the command trenches; maudlin poetry, last-minute wills. Bodies strewn with roses hamper your path."

[34] Remnants of the war, Fallen London "You examine regimental diaries and talk to historians. Few of the old soldiers from the ill-fated campaign of '68 are still in the Neath. [...] A few themes recur in the stories you do hear: slave-rowed triremes, fields of burning roses, a vast and pitiless bureaucracy. A throne that stands in the shadow of a gallows."

[35] The Brass Grail, Fallen London "The devil pulls off his mask. "Was this effort to deny them worth it, Reginald? All Clarissa wanted was to get me into your seminary. Don't you want me any more?" An accent creeps into his voice, from the South end of Ireland. The Bishop drops his case. "Michael." The Bishop's former lover smiles and makes a slight bow. Michael says: "I haven't changed that much. We're more similar than you might think." The Bishop picks up a poker from the fireplace and then drops it. "No. We are finished, Michael. We are over. A hiss of steam escapes from Michael's eye as you and the Bishop turn away."

[36] Stay at your post, Fallen London "The Gospel of the Thorn 6:75. The boy found Hell not as expected. There was much he did not expect. He was welcomed to each district in time, and at the last, he was asked what he would like to be. There was only one possible answer. There only ever is."

[:1-37] 37.0 ^37.1 A Crown of Thorns, Fallen London "The Thorned Manservant raises his fingertips to a flower budding above his ear. He twists it off, and blood drops from the stalk onto his shirt. "It's a war wound, from '68. I try not to complain. Some of the stories I've heard in this room – well, let's just say I got off lightly." [...]"

[38] For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London "At last, the cloth is away, and you can see the flesh exposed. His chest looks as though it has been tattooed from the inside. Except — except the tattoo is moving, and grows out from the bone. Thorns poke upwards out of the flesh. Roses bloom across the exposed chest, which bleeds incessantly. The man is entirely perforated."

[39] Listen to the Synod's Opening, Fallen London "Learned friends, detested enemies, muddle-brained heretics, a great matter is upon us. Someone –" He glowers at you. "– has opened a Christian house of worship in the High Hinterlands. This contravenes the Violet Treaty, article seven."

[40] Listen to the Synod's Opening, Fallen London "The land west of Balmoral falls under neither the jurisdiction of Hell nor London. It is forbidden for either side to attempt to use the territory betwixt the two for matters of espionage, politics or religious conversion."

[41] Advertisements of a New Venture, Fallen London "That is when she announced a new initiative: a deal brokered with Hell, a whole stretch of land opened to London development."

[42] Advertisements of a New Venture, Fallen London "She founded the Ministry of Upper River Development [...] Seeing opportunity, His Amused Lordship joined a few friends to form the Great Hellbound Railway Company. Now they are seeking fellow directors from among the wealthiest and most notable Londoners."

[43] Build the station at Moulin, Fallen London "Far west, there is a muddy battlefield where London fought Hell, and lost. Within that battlefield lies a hamlet."

[44] A Hamlet, Fallen London "[...] You find no business of note, and little cause for human habitation, other than a cramped shop selling antiques. On the window, a sign proclaims the sale of Souvenirs & Mementos of the Campaign of ‘68."

[45] A cavalry officer, Fallen London "That's the uniform of the 23rd Neathy Rifles. Though he's long since sold his brass buttons – for the cheapest gin, by the smell."

[46] Submit your prisoner to the ministrations of Hell, Fallen London "The Grey Man has feared these walls for decades, even though he has existed (in this form) only for a few months. He whimpers as you get closer. He asks you to relent. London came this direction in '68, and it was sorry, very sorry, to have done so."

[:2-47] 47.0 ^47.1 Theological Husbandry, Fallen London "We have a plan. Pious sons of the Empire all, but I won't tell you any names. We're going to win where we lost back in '68. We're going to show them our mettle, once and for all. We're going to storm Hell, and I intend to be in the first rank."

[:02-48] Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, Fallen London "Agnes was waiting for me," he says at last. "I gazed into her empty eyes, and the happiest day of my life turned into the saddest. Agnes had given her soul to buy me back, you see. I still love her, of course. And she loves me. In her own way..."

[49] The Brass Grail (Story), Fallen London "I was newly ordained back then. The army was in dire need of chaplains for the campaign and so I accepted a commission."

[50] The Brass Grail (Story), Fallen London "All I knew at the time was that it would allow me to leave with my soul. That such a craven should rise to the mitre..."

[51] A Crown of Thorns, Fallen London "My memories hurt far worse than these do," says the Thorned Manservant, pointing at the barbs that rupture his scalp. "I thought sharing them with other veterans might help, so I began hosting these meetings."

[52] A Crown of Thorns, Fallen London "Most Londoners can tell themselves they're nothing but pawns, left to fall where they may. But the son of the Traitor Empress can do no such thing. He is troubled, and he is doing something awful to bear it."

[53] Describe a Nicatorean Relic, Fallen London "Many veterans of the Campaign of '68 attest to having seen an unknown cavalry officer, eight feet tall and sat atop a massive war-horse, leading charges against the forces of Hell. What these soldiers do not know is that their description of this unknown 'Knight of the Forgotten Quarter' matches effigies found on Elder Continent coins struck around the year 500 A.D..."

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 {{Event
 |title1 = The Campaign of '68
-|image1 = Reluctantsoldier.png
+|image1 = MoulinFL.png
 |date = 1868
-|caption-image1 = The Regretful Soldier
+|caption-image1 = Moulin, a battlefield of the Campaign.
 |notable_figures = [[Devils]]<br>[[The Brazen Brigade]]<br>[[The Regretful Soldier]]<br>[[The Bishop of Southwark]]<br>[[The Royal Family#The Bellicose Prince|The Bellicose Prince]]
-}}
+|related=[[London]]<br>
+[[Hell]]|location=[[The Hinterlands]]}}
 '''The Campaign of '68''' was a disastrous attempt by [[London|British]] forces to invade [[Hell]].
 ==War Is Hell==
-In 1868, a mere six years after the [[The Fall of London|Fall of London]], the British Cavalry was tasked with mapping the vast new landscape of the [[Neath]].<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"In '69, once the city had settled and the dashed bats had cleared off, we in the Cavalry were detailed to map out the Neath. [...]" [Editor's note: The date noted here is likely a typo or the Soldier misremembering the year, since it's known as the Campaign of '68 everywhere else.]''</ref> As they explored, the British forces found [[Rubbery Men]], [[devils]], and more excitingly, news of the lands beyond London's borders. True to both imperial and Christian ambition, they decided upon an invasion of Hell.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"Soon we came across the rubbery chaps, devils and so on, and learned that there were lands beyond London's borders. [...] So we mounted up, loaded the pistols and set out to conquer Hell for Her Majesty..."''</ref>
+<blockquote>''"So we mounted up, loaded the pistols and set out to conquer Hell for Her Majesty..."''<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story)|Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale|Fallen London|}}</ref></blockquote>In 1868, a mere six years after the [[The Fall of London|Fall of London]], the British Cavalry was tasked with mapping the vast new landscape of the [[Neath]].<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"In '69, once the city had settled and the dashed bats had cleared off, we in the Cavalry were detailed to map out the Neath. [...]" [Editor's note: The date noted here is likely a typo or the Soldier misremembering the year, since it's known as the Campaign of '68 everywhere else.]''</ref> As they explored, the British forces found [[Rubbery Men]], [[devils]], and more excitingly, news of the lands beyond London's borders. True to both imperial and Christian ambition, they decided upon an invasion of [[Hell]].<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"Soon we came across the rubbery chaps, devils and so on, and learned that there were lands beyond London's borders. [...] So we mounted up, loaded the pistols and set out to conquer Hell for Her Majesty..."''</ref>
-However, it was the devils who struck first after learning of the British war plans. They invaded London through the remnant of the Fourth City, the [[The Forgotten Quarter|Forgotten Quarter]].<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"Well, the Devils got wind of our expedition to Hell, and decided to invade London first. They came in over the Forgotten Quarter and we drew up our battle lines. [...]"''</ref> British forces, including the Blues and Royals, the 23rd Neathy Rifles, and both Heavy and Light Brigades, were deployed in defense. Shrouded in mist,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"[...] The Blues and Royals, The 23rd Neathy Rifles, Heavy and Light Brigades, all lined up among the broken stone warriors of another stolen city. And off in the mists... well... the voices..."''</ref> they charged blindly into the unknown—into horrors beyond imagination. The battle was a catastrophe. The remnants of the [[The Empress|Empress]]’ cavalry were captured.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"[...] When the bugler sounded the charge I felt my insides turn to liquid, I don't mind telling you. We lowered our lances and spurred into the fog. [...] The voices on either side of us... eyes in the mist... Led us deep into the marshes [...] The last thing I saw was a face..."''</ref> Those taken prisoner were condemned to work on Hell's slave ships, rowing endlessly on a [[Death#A Slow Boat|dark river]].<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"When I awoke, I was in a boat on a dark river. [...] It was a great shining brass-clad trireme, and I was chained to an oar, along with the ragged remnants of the Empress' cavalry. [...] At the helm was a fellow with a bandaged face."''</ref> The devils demanded that for each prisoner released, they must be given a [[Souls|soul]] in echange.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"A Devil in a velvet suit sauntered up to me. 'Ah, you're awake,' he said. 'So glad you could join our little cruise. You'll be our guest until the Traitor Empress agrees to pay a ransom. One soul for each of you. Until then, you row.' And he pointed to the North."''</ref> Some soldiers' ransom were paid by their loved ones at great personal costs.<ref name=":0">[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"Agnes was waiting for me," he says at last. "I gazed into her empty eyes, and the happiest day of my life turned into the saddest. Agnes had given her soul to buy me back, you see. I still love her, of course. And she loves me. In her own way..."''</ref>
+However, it was the devils who struck first after learning of the British war plans. They invaded London through the [[The Forgotten Quarter|Forgotten Quarter]], the ruined remnants of the [[Fourth City]].<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"Well, the Devils got wind of our expedition to Hell, and decided to invade London first. They came in over the Forgotten Quarter and we drew up our battle lines. [...]"''</ref> Several British cavalry regiments were deployed in defense, but as they charged into the mist,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"[...] The Blues and Royals, The 23rd Neathy Rifles, Heavy and Light Brigades, all lined up among the broken stone warriors of another stolen city. And off in the mists... well... the voices..."''</ref> they were confronted by horrors beyond imagination. The battle was a catastrophe, and the remnants of the [[The Empress|Empress]]’ cavalry were captured.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"[...] When the bugler sounded the charge I felt my insides turn to liquid, I don't mind telling you. We lowered our lances and spurred into the fog. [...] The voices on either side of us... eyes in the mist... Led us deep into the marshes [...] The last thing I saw was a face..."''</ref> The prisoners were condemned to work on Hell's slave ships,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"When I awoke, I was in a boat on a dark river. [...] It was a great shining brass-clad trireme, and I was chained to an oar, along with the ragged remnants of the Empress' cavalry. [...] At the helm was a fellow with a bandaged face."''</ref> and the ransom Hell demanded was one [[soul]] for each prisoner<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"A Devil in a velvet suit sauntered up to me. 'Ah, you're awake,' he said. 'So glad you could join our little cruise. You'll be our guest until the Traitor Empress agrees to pay a ransom. One soul for each of you. Until then, you row.' And he pointed to the North."''</ref> - a ransom sometimes paid by loved ones, at great personal cost.<ref name=":0">[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"Agnes was waiting for me," he says at last. "I gazed into her empty eyes, and the happiest day of my life turned into the saddest. Agnes had given her soul to buy me back, you see. I still love her, of course. And she loves me. In her own way..."''</ref>[[File:Hellgate.png|thumb|100px|Hell's Gate]]Despite this crushing initial setback, a portion of the British Army managed to push forward into the [[The Hinterlands|Hinterlands]], crossing into infernal territory. One battle took place at [[Moulin]]; the region now called the Moulin Waste was bombarded the most heavily,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Carefully_cross_the_fence Carefully cross the fence, Fallen London] ''"The Moulin Waste saw the worse of the ordnance of Hell. There are particularities to this place."''</ref> and is now pockmarked with trenches, craters,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Who_built_it%3F|Who built it?|Fallen London|}} ''"Beyond it lies the Moulin Waste: a desolate battlefield, blasted with Hellish weapons during London’s war against Hell forty years ago. The landscape is churned mud, craters, and deep trenches."''</ref> and anomalies in spacetime<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Snap-Gap|A Snap-Gap|Fallen London|}} ''"The detonation of Hellish ordnance has left a crater here, [...] Inside it, space is having a difficult time holding itself together. [...] It's not entirely unlike the Missing Block. Trying to move across will lurch your body to the other side without passing through the intervening space. [...] these 'snap-gaps' are liable to break a few bones along the way."''</ref> from Hellish ordnance. The area remains littered with the scraps of both London's forces<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Clatterwaul|A Clatterwaul|Fallen London|}} ''"Piles of discarded military paraphernalia accumulate in a muddy trench in the Waste: tarnished buttons from uniforms, rusting cavalry sabres, outmoded rifles rotting away."''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Account_for_what_remains_100|Account for what remains 100|Fallen London|}} ''"Scraps of uniforms, discarded medals, and other items from the Campaign of '68."''</ref> and Hellish devices.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Account_for_what_remains_100|Account for what remains 100|Fallen London|}} ''"And the crown jewel of your prize: a device of Infernal manufacture, still intact."''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Dig_it_up!|Dig it up!|Fallen London|}} ''"One of Hell's devices of war, left curiously inert."''</ref>
-Despite this crushing initial setback, a portion of the British Army managed to push forward into the [[The Hinterlands|hinterlands]], crossing into infernal territory. One battlefield was [[Moulin]], now a small hamlet,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Build_the_station_at_Moulin Build the station at Moulin, ''Fallen London''] ''"Far west, there is a muddy battlefield where London fought Hell, and lost. Within that battlefield lies a hamlet."''</ref> with some historians excavating and selling the remains of the Campaign.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Hamlet A Hamlet, ''Fallen London''] ''"[...] You find no business of note, and little cause for human habitation, other than a cramped shop selling antiques. On the window, a sign proclaims the sale of Souvenirs & Mementos of the Campaign of ‘68."''</ref> The part of Moulin now called the Waste saw the most bombardment.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Carefully_cross_the_fence Carefully cross the fence, Fallen London] "The Moulin Waste saw the worse of the ordnance of Hell. There are particularities to this place."</ref> It's littered with weapons,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Clatterwaul|A Clatterwaul|Fallen London|}} ''"Piles of discarded military paraphernalia accumulate in a muddy trench in the Waste: tarnished buttons from uniforms, rusting cavalry sabres, outmoded rifles rotting away."''</ref> uniforms,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Account_for_what_remains_100|Account for what remains 100|Fallen London|}} ''"Scraps of uniforms, discarded medals, and other items from the Campaign of '68."''</ref> and tools from London's veterans,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Scrounge_what_you_can_find|Scrounge what you can find|Fallen London|}} ''"Some old engineer's tools from the Campaign of '68, rusted but usable."''</ref> as well as devices of infernal manufacture.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Account_for_what_remains_100|Account for what remains 100|Fallen London|}} ''"And the crown jewel of your prize: a device of Infernal manufacture, still intact."''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Dig_it_up!|Dig it up!|Fallen London|}} ''"One of Hell's devices of war, left curiously inert."''</ref> It is also pockmarked with trenches and craters from [[Hell]]'s ordinance;<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Who_built_it%3F|Who built it?|Fallen London|}} ''"Beyond it lies the Moulin Waste: a desolate battlefield, blasted with Hellish weapons during London’s war against Hell forty years ago. The landscape is churned mud, craters, and deep trenches."''</ref> some of these craters are snap-gaps that forcefully warp travelers from one edge to another instantaneously.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Snap-Gap|A Snap-Gap|Fallen London|}} ''"The detonation of Hellish ordnance has left a crater here, [...] Inside it, space is having a difficult time holding itself together. [...] It's not entirely unlike the Missing Block. Trying to move across will lurch your body to the other side without passing through the intervening space. [...] these 'snap-gaps' are liable to break a few bones along the way."''</ref>
+Hell's strategists deliberately allowed the British army to advance deeper into their territory, culminating in a battle at the Lamentations of the Violet,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Lamentations of the Violet" "The Scarlet Condottiere leads you towards a gorge carved into the fields. Smoke rises up from it in lazy plumes. Violet flowers speckle the rock, like the start of a rash. The Condottiere advises that you keep to the left, away from the smoke."''</ref> a gorge fortified with infernal artillery and diabolic defenses.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"This gorge is one of Hell's best defences. It marks the approach to London. In the war, Hell funnelled London's forces through the gorge, where they could be disposed of at leisure."''</ref> British forces were optimistic at first, with some immediately attempting to scale the walls of Hell itself,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Remembrance_of_the_Rose The Remembrance of the Rose, ''Fallen London''] ''"The first salvo. Morale is high in the ranks. The Sergeant Major sounds the bugle, and it is up and over. When you reach the top, you –"''</ref> but they were soon crushed beneath an endless tide of devils and infernal artillery.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hold_back Hold back, ''Fallen London''] ''"The devils do not die. They rise, and rise again. Stronger. Or else the law furnaces belch their hateful acrid, and so may they never die. At the battle's end, your battalion is at a third strength. The policy of attrition is not revised."''</ref> The Londoners resorted to a strategy of attrition, but such a plan was sheer folly against a less-than-mortal enemy; they were forced to employ trench warfare, an unfamiliar and desperate strategy.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"Deep trenches are gouged into the ground. Abandoned siege weapons are mired in the ruined earth. Roses, red as wine, bloom across the scarred ground."''</ref> The Fields of Roses bore the scars of intense combat, and wrecked siege engines littered the landscape: a testament to the futility of traditional warfare against Hell’s defenses.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Fields of Roses" "Rusting machinery dots the scarred landscape, ruined by the troop movements: the raising and toppling of defences; the casting down of commanders. Here and there, roses rise from the earth: red as open wounds."''</ref>[[File:Devilshell.png|thumb|100px|The Brazen Brigade]]London did find an unexpected ally in the [[Brazen Brigade]], a counterrevolutionary faction of devils opposed to the republic of Hell,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Remembrance_of_the_Rose The Remembrance of the Rose, ''Fallen London''] ''"Hell's enemies – and your allies – the Brazen Brigade are at your side."''</ref> but their assistance was not enough to turn the tide of the war. By early 1869, the campaign had reached a standstill, and soldiers sought whatever small comforts they could in the trenches. On New Year's Day, a group of Londoners set up a game of football, but the devils released prisoners of war to compete against their former comrades<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Laws_of_the_Game The Laws of the Game, ''Fallen London''] ''"It was New Year's Day, as far as they could keep the calendars making sense. The game started as normal – the soldiers often played football to keep themselves busy between sorties – but a half-hour in they realised that there were more players than there should be. They wore the faces of friends they thought lost."''</ref> — a psychological tactic designed to erode morale even further, aided by the fact that the prisoners had gained infernal powers.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Laws_of_the_Game The Laws of the Game, ''Fallen London''] ''"They were lost soldiers of the regiment, released by the devils to play one game. Perhaps it was meant as some kind of indecipherable olive branch, but more likely it was meant to harm the soldier's morale. Apparently they had to fix up the rules to account for uncanny infernal tricks: searing sigils and the wax that poured from former comrades, that sort of thing."''</ref>
-Infernal strategists deliberately allowed the army to advance deeper into Hell’s territory, channeling them towards a treacherous battlefield known as the March of the Roses. The culminating engagement took place at a natural chokepoint, the Lamentations of the Violet,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Lamentations of the Violet" "The Scarlet Condottiere leads you towards a gorge carved into the fields. Smoke rises up from it in lazy plumes. Violet flowers speckle the rock, like the start of a rash. The Condottiere advises that you keep to the left, away from the smoke."''</ref> a gorge fortified with infernal artillery and diabolic defenses.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"This gorge is one of Hell's best defences. It marks the approach to London. In the war, Hell funnelled London's forces through the gorge, where they could be disposed of at leisure."''</ref>
+The final days of the Campaign descended into chaos. London’s forces, running out of modern ammunition, resorted to medieval siege warfare.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"Battered armaments litter the tops of the trenches; cannon here, a chain-gun there; a single benighted Cotterell & Hathersage 'Discouragement', poking forlornly from the mire. When London's forces ran out of ammunition, they turned to antique weaponry: the trebuchet, the mangonel, the sling."''</ref> Hell, by contrast, deployed an endless array of eldritch weaponry, which not only tore men apart but warped their minds, turning soldiers into deserters or traitors.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"Elsewhere, you can find the detritus of Hell's weaponry. A slumbering Utterance, never committed. The incandescent aftereffects of a Brazen Doctrine, still exuding perfume; the still-smouldering bulk of a War-Furnace; decreeing death, torpor and desertion."''</ref> Some stumbled straight into the waiting hands of Hell,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Crown_of_Thorns A Crown of Thorns, ''Fallen London''] ''"Alone, you crawl up an outcrop and fumble for your field-glasses. You watch helplessly as devils storm the glowing trenches, and herd the rest of the platoon into cages. This is your doing."''</ref><ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"[...] Some were fleeing east towards London; others, lost, ran in the direction of Hell. Amongst the wreckage, you find evidence of mounted cavalry: hoof-prints in the dirt. Hell's chargers, come to shepherd the fleeing soldiers through Hell's gates."''</ref> while others were caught and executed by their own superiors.<ref>''[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London] "The corpses here are human, but riddled with bullet-holes. No roses bind them. These were deserters, who tried to flee and were gunned down by their sergeants. [...]"''</ref> The trenches became mass graves.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"A gibbet stands above the command trenches; three bodies still hang. They have been preserved: an edict from the Law Furnaces. They are handsome youths in regimental dress; their eyes closed as though sleeping. But for the livid marks on their necks, they might be."''</ref><ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"Pictures of old sweethearts hang on rose-mortared walls. Corpses lie together, their hands entwined, their fingers bound by blackened roses. The command trenches bear witness to frenzied anarchy; knives in the back of uniformed officers, victims of a mounted Ordinance."''</ref> Exhausted and outmatched, the British forces broke.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"The trenches are clogged with the thrown down weaponry of failed battalions. You find letters in the command trenches; maudlin poetry, last-minute wills. Bodies strewn with roses hamper your path."''</ref>[[File:Crownofthorns.png|thumb|100px|The Thorned Manservant, a veteran affected by a weapon of Hell.]]
-[[File:Lawfurnace.png|thumb|100px|A Law Furnace]]
+Those who made it back to London brought with them accounts of terrifying sights: burning roses, brass triremes, the relics of Hell's deposed aristocracy, the merciless bureaucracy that supplanted it.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Remnants_of_the_war Remnants of the war, ''Fallen London''] ''"You examine regimental diaries and talk to historians. Few of the old soldiers from the ill-fated campaign of '68 are still in the Neath. [...] A few themes recur in the stories you do hear: slave-rowed triremes, fields of burning roses, a vast and pitiless bureaucracy. A throne that stands in the shadow of a gallows."''</ref> Many of those who were captured were not the same when they returned. One was apparently transformed into a devil,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story) The Brass Grail, ''Fallen London''] ''"The devil pulls off his mask. "Was this effort to deny them worth it, Reginald? All Clarissa wanted was to get me into your seminary. Don't you want me any more?" An accent creeps into his voice, from the South end of Ireland. The Bishop drops his case. "Michael." The Bishop's former lover smiles and makes a slight bow. Michael says: "I haven't changed that much. We're more similar than you might think." The Bishop picks up a poker from the fireplace and then drops it. "No. We are finished, Michael. We are over. A hiss of steam escapes from Michael's eye as you and the Bishop turn away."''</ref> and another became a sapient rose.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Stay_at_your_post Stay at your post, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Gospel of the Thorn 6:75. The boy found Hell not as expected. There was much he did not expect. He was welcomed to each district in time, and at the last, he was asked what he would like to be. There was only one possible answer. There only ever is."''</ref> Still others were not quite transformed, but roses burrowed deep into their flesh.<ref name=":1">[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Crown_of_Thorns A Crown of Thorns, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Thorned Manservant raises his fingertips to a flower budding above his ear. He twists it off, and blood drops from the stalk onto his shirt. "It's a war wound, from '68. I try not to complain. Some of the stories I've heard in this room – well, let's just say I got off lightly." [...]"''</ref><ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"At last, the cloth is away, and you can see the flesh exposed. His chest looks as though it has been tattooed from the inside. Except — except the tattoo is moving, and grows out from the bone. Thorns poke upwards out of the flesh. Roses bloom across the exposed chest, which bleeds incessantly. The man is entirely perforated."''</ref>
-At first, British forces were hopeful, immediately attempting to scale the walls of Hell itself.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Remembrance_of_the_Rose The Remembrance of the Rose, ''Fallen London''] ''"The first salvo. Morale is high in the ranks. The Sergeant Major sounds the bugle, and it is up and over. When you reach the top, you –"''</ref> But they were repelled, crushed beneath an endless tide of devils and their devastating artillery.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hold_back Hold back, ''Fallen London''] ''"The devils do not die. They rise, and rise again. Stronger. Or else the law furnaces belch their hateful acrid, and so may they never die. At the battle's end, your battalion is at a third strength. The policy of attrition is not revised."''</ref> The army, unwilling to retreat, resorted to a strategy of attrition. Against Hell, such a plan was sheer folly. Nevertheless, the British persisted, forced to employ trench warfare, an unfamiliar and desperate strategy.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"Deep trenches are gouged into the ground. Abandoned siege weapons are mired in the ruined earth. Roses, red as wine, bloom across the scarred ground."''</ref> The battlefield, the Fields of Roses, bore the scars of intense combat. Wrecked siege engines littered the landscape, their rusting hulks testaments to the futility of traditional warfare against Hell’s defenses.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Fields of Roses" "Rusting machinery dots the scarred landscape, ruined by the troop movements: the raising and toppling of defences; the casting down of commanders. Here and there, roses rise from the earth: red as open wounds."''</ref>
-[[File:Devilshell.png|thumb|100px|The Brazen Brigade]]
-One unexpected ally emerged in the form of the [[The Brazen Brigade|Brazen Brigade]], a faction of counter-revolutionary devils opposed to Hell’s ruling elite. Their assistance provided London’s army with a temporary advantage, but it was not enough to turn the tide of war.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Remembrance_of_the_Rose The Remembrance of the Rose, ''Fallen London''] ''"Hell's enemies – and your allies – the Brazen Brigade are at your side."''</ref>
-By early 1869, the campaign had reached a standstill. Soldiers sought whatever small comforts they could. On New Year's Day, some played football in the trenches for amusement. But in a cruel twist, the devils released prisoners of war to compete against their former comrades<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Laws_of_the_Game The Laws of the Game, ''Fallen London''] ''"It was New Year's Day, as far as they could keep the calendars making sense. The game started as normal – the soldiers often played football to keep themselves busy between sorties – but a half-hour in they realised that there were more players than there should be. They wore the faces of friends they thought lost."''</ref>—a psychological tactic designed to erode morale even further.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Laws_of_the_Game The Laws of the Game, ''Fallen London''] ''"They were lost soldiers of the regiment, released by the devils to play one game. Perhaps it was meant as some kind of indecipherable olive branch, but more likely it was meant to harm the soldier's morale. Apparently they had to fix up the rules to account for uncanny infernal tricks: searing sigils and the wax that poured from former comrades, that sort of thing."''</ref>
-[[File:Riflesharpshooter.png|thumb|100px|Infernal Sharpshooter's Rifle]]
-The final days of the campaign descended into chaos. London’s forces, running out of modern ammunition, resorted to medieval siege weapons: trebuchets, mangonels, and slings.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"Battered armaments litter the tops of the trenches; cannon here, a chain-gun there; a single benighted Cotterell & Hathersage 'Discouragement', poking forlornly from the mire. When London's forces ran out of ammunition, they turned to antique weaponry: the trebuchet, the mangonel, the sling."''</ref> Hell, by contrast, deployed an endless array of eldritch weaponry, which not only tore men apart but warped their minds, turning them into deserters or traitors.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"Elsewhere, you can find the detritus of Hell's weaponry. A slumbering Utterance, never committed. The incandescent aftereffects of a Brazen Doctrine, still exuding perfume; the still-smouldering bulk of a War-Furnace; decreeing death, torpor and desertion."''</ref> The trenches became mass graves.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"A gibbet stands above the command trenches; three bodies still hang. They have been preserved: an edict from the Law Furnaces. They are handsome youths in regimental dress; their eyes closed as though sleeping. But for the livid marks on their necks, they might be."''</ref><ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"Pictures of old sweethearts hang on rose-mortared walls. Corpses lie together, their hands entwined, their fingers bound by blackened roses. The command trenches bear witness to frenzied anarchy; knives in the back of uniformed officers, victims of a mounted Ordinance."''</ref> London’s troops, exhausted and outmatched, broke.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"The trenches are clogged with the thrown down weaponry of failed battalions. You find letters in the command trenches; maudlin poetry, last-minute wills. Bodies strewn with roses hamper your path."''</ref>
-Desertion was rampant. Some soldiers fled due to the unnatural effects of Hell’s weapons; others simply realized the hopelessness of their cause. Those caught were executed by their own officers.<ref>''[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, Fallen London] "The corpses here are human, but riddled with bullet-holes. No roses bind them. These were deserters, who tried to flee and were gunned down by their sergeants. [...]"''</ref> Some tried to escape back to London, while others, lost and disoriented, stumbled straight into the waiting hands of Hell’s forces.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Crown_of_Thorns A Crown of Thorns, ''Fallen London''] ''"Alone, you crawl up an outcrop and fumble for your field-glasses. You watch helplessly as devils storm the glowing trenches, and herd the rest of the platoon into cages. This is your doing."''</ref> Infernal cavalry swept across the battlefield, rounding up the survivors and driving them into captivity.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"[...] Some were fleeing east towards London; others, lost, ran in the direction of Hell. Amongst the wreckage, you find evidence of mounted cavalry: hoof-prints in the dirt. Hell's chargers, come to shepherd the fleeing soldiers through Hell's gates."''</ref>
-[[File:Hellgate.png|thumb|100px|Hell's Gate]]
-Those who made it back to London brought with them accounts of terrifying sights: fields of burning roses, devilbone churches, brass triremes, a vast and pitiless bureaucracy, a throne that stands in the shadow of a gallows.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Remnants_of_the_war Remnants of the war, ''Fallen London''] ''"You examine regimental diaries and talk to historians. Few of the old soldiers from the ill-fated campaign of '68 are still in the Neath. [...] A few themes recur in the stories you do hear: slave-rowed triremes, fields of burning roses, a vast and pitiless bureaucracy. A throne that stands in the shadow of a gallows."''</ref> Those who were captured were not the same when they returned. Some had been twisted into devils.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story) The Brass Grail, ''Fallen London''] ''"The devil pulls off his mask. "Was this effort to deny them worth it, Reginald? All Clarissa wanted was to get me into your seminary. Don't you want me any more?" An accent creeps into his voice, from the South end of Ireland. The Bishop drops his case. "Michael." The Bishop's former lover smiles and makes a slight bow. Michael says: "I haven't changed that much. We're more similar than you might think." The Bishop picks up a poker from the fireplace and then drops it. "No. We are finished, Michael. We are over. A hiss of steam escapes from Michael's eye as you and the Bishop turn away."''</ref> Others had become sapient roses.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Stay_at_your_post Stay at your post, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Gospel of the Thorn 6:75. The boy found Hell not as expected. There was much he did not expect. He was welcomed to each district in time, and at the last, he was asked what he would like to be. There was only one possible answer. There only ever is."''</ref>
 == Aftermath ==
-After the war, London was grudgingly force to accept normalized diplomatic relations with Hell. The devils constructed their consulate, the [[The Brass Embassy|Brass Embassy]], on Baker Street (now known as [[Moloch Street]]) and set up an express railway back to Hell itself. They forced London to legalize trade in human souls, although it still remains strictly regulated. Hell does extensive business with London, importing souls and exporting coal, sulfur, nevercold brass, and devilbone.
+After the war, [[London]] begrudgingly accepted normalized diplomatic relations with [[Hell]]. The devils constructed their consulate, the [[The Brass Embassy|Brass Embassy]], on Baker Street (now known as [[Moloch Street]]) and set up an express railway between London and Hell. They forced London to legalize trade in human [[souls]], although this trade remains strictly regulated. Hell also exports coal, sulfur, nevercold brass, and devilbone.
-The Violet Treaty,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Listen_to_the_Synod%27s_Opening Listen to the Synod's Opening, ''Fallen London''] ''"Learned friends, detested enemies, muddle-brained heretics, a great matter is upon us. Someone –" He glowers at you. "– has opened a Christian house of worship in the High Hinterlands. This contravenes the Violet Treaty, article seven."''</ref> signed between London and Hell, established a neutral buffer zone. The lands west of [[Balmoral]] fall under neither jurisdiction, with both parties forbidden from using the territory for espionage, political maneuvering, or religious conversion.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Listen_to_the_Synod%27s_Opening Listen to the Synod's Opening, ''Fallen London''] ''"The land west of Balmoral falls under neither the jurisdiction of Hell nor London. It is forbidden for either side to attempt to use the territory betwixt the two for matters of espionage, politics or religious conversion."''</ref> It remains a no-man’s land, marked by an abandoned church.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Broken_Spires Broken Spires, ''Fallen London''] ''"Beyond the hill are the battlefields of Hell. This ruined church is the last outpost before the devils' domain."''</ref>
+The Violet Treaty,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Listen_to_the_Synod%27s_Opening Listen to the Synod's Opening, ''Fallen London''] ''"Learned friends, detested enemies, muddle-brained heretics, a great matter is upon us. Someone –" He glowers at you. "– has opened a Christian house of worship in the High Hinterlands. This contravenes the Violet Treaty, article seven."''</ref> signed between London and Hell, established a neutral buffer zone between the two cities. The part of the [[Hinterlands]] west of [[Balmoral]] fell under neither jurisdiction, with both parties forbidden from using the territory for espionage, political maneuvering, or religious conversion.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Listen_to_the_Synod%27s_Opening Listen to the Synod's Opening, ''Fallen London''] ''"The land west of Balmoral falls under neither the jurisdiction of Hell nor London. It is forbidden for either side to attempt to use the territory betwixt the two for matters of espionage, politics or religious conversion."''</ref>
-[[File:Crownofthorns.png|thumb|100px|A Rose Afflicted Veteran]]
-One can find veterans of the invasion around the city: traumatized warriors in the bars of [[Watchmaker's Hill]], peculiarly ambitious [[The Church|clergymen]], drunkards passed out in the gutter.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_cavalry_officer A cavalry officer, ''Fallen London''] ''"That's the uniform of the 23rd Neathy Rifles. Though he's long since sold his brass buttons – for the cheapest gin, by the smell."''</ref> The weapons of Hell left more than scars; some survivors carry wounds far stranger—roses that burrowed deep into their flesh.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Crown_of_Thorns A Crown of Thorns, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Thorned Manservant raises his fingertips to a flower budding above his ear. He twists it off, and blood drops from the stalk onto his shirt. "It's a war wound, from '68. I try not to complain. Some of the stories I've heard in this room – well, let's just say I got off lightly." [...]"''</ref> Some were wounded much harder than others.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/For_All_the_Saints_Who_From_Their_Labours_Rest For All the Saints Who From Their Labours Rest, ''Fallen London''] ''"At last, the cloth is away, and you can see the flesh exposed. His chest looks as though it has been tattooed from the inside. Except — except the tattoo is moving, and grows out from the bone. Thorns poke upwards out of the flesh. Roses bloom across the exposed chest, which bleeds incessantly. The man is entirely perforated."''</ref>
-The invasion left a long shadow on London,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Submit_your_prisoner_to_the_ministrations_of_Hell Submit your prisoner to the ministrations of Hell, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Grey Man has feared these walls for decades, even though he has existed (in this form) only for a few months. He whimpers as you get closer. He asks you to relent. London came this direction in '68, and it was sorry, very sorry, to have done so."''</ref> but even after such a dramatic loss, there’s no way the clergy doesn’t have more plans in store for the devils.
+In 1898, with the help of a second treaty brokered by the deviless [[Virginia]] (the [[Lord Mayor of London]] at the time),<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Advertisements_of_a_New_Venture|Advertisements of a New Venture|Fallen London|}} ''"That is when she announced a new initiative: a deal brokered with Hell, a whole stretch of land opened to London development."''</ref> the [[Great Hellbound Railway]] was founded as a passenger line through the Hinterlands.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Advertisements_of_a_New_Venture|Advertisements of a New Venture|Fallen London|}} ''"She founded the Ministry of Upper River Development [...] Seeing opportunity, His Amused Lordship joined a few friends to form the Great Hellbound Railway Company. Now they are seeking fellow directors from among the wealthiest and most notable Londoners."''</ref> The Railway brought an influx of people to the old battleground of [[Moulin]], which is now a small hamlet<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Build_the_station_at_Moulin Build the station at Moulin, ''Fallen London''] ''"Far west, there is a muddy battlefield where London fought Hell, and lost. Within that battlefield lies a hamlet."''</ref> where historians excavate and sell relics of the Campaign.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Hamlet A Hamlet, ''Fallen London''] ''"[...] You find no business of note, and little cause for human habitation, other than a cramped shop selling antiques. On the window, a sign proclaims the sale of Souvenirs & Mementos of the Campaign of ‘68."''</ref>
 == Veterans ==
-Among those captured by Hell, the [[The Regretful Soldier|Regretful Soldier]] bears a tragic legacy. His wife, in a desperate act of devotion, traded her soul for his release. Yet freedom brought him no solace. Wracked with guilt and haunted by what he had witnessed, he turned to drink, seeking refuge in oblivion.
+[[File:Reluctantsoldier.png|thumb|The [[Regretful Soldier]], a veteran of the Campaign.]]
+Even decades later, it is not difficult to find veterans of the Campaign around London: traumatized warriors in the bars of [[Watchmaker's Hill]], peculiarly ambitious clergymen, drunkards passed out in the gutter.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_cavalry_officer A cavalry officer, ''Fallen London''] ''"That's the uniform of the 23rd Neathy Rifles. Though he's long since sold his brass buttons – for the cheapest gin, by the smell."''</ref> The invasion left a long shadow on London,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Submit_your_prisoner_to_the_ministrations_of_Hell Submit your prisoner to the ministrations of Hell, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Grey Man has feared these walls for decades, even though he has existed (in this form) only for a few months. He whimpers as you get closer. He asks you to relent. London came this direction in '68, and it was sorry, very sorry, to have done so."''</ref> but even after such a dramatic loss, some within the [[Anglican Church]] hold out hope for another attempt to vanquish Hell once and for all.<ref name=":2">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Theological_Husbandry|Theological Husbandry|Fallen London|}}''"We have a plan. Pious sons of the Empire all, but I won't tell you any names. We're going to win where we lost back in '68. We're going to show them our mettle, once and for all. We're going to storm Hell, and I intend to be in the first rank."''</ref>
-[[The Bishop of Southwark]] is a notable veteran of the campaign. He was the chaplain<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story)|The Brass Grail (Story)|Fallen London|}}''"I was newly ordained back then. The army was in dire need of chaplains for the campaign and so I accepted a commission."''</ref> for a brigade that was captured in battle; his scream of pain after touching a fiery hellish rose alerted the devils to the regiment's presence.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story)|The Brass Grail (Story)|Fallen London|}}''"I saw a rose that I thought Mi... it doesn't matter why, but I picked it. The d_____ thing burst into flames and seared my arm! If only I'd kept quiet! But I was weak and I cried out and gave us away. The whole troop was captured."''</ref> He was forced to work on Hell's galleys, until he signed a contract allowing him to keep his soul and go back to London. He became Bishop sometime after the war ended.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story)|The Brass Grail (Story)|Fallen London|}}''"All I knew at the time was that it would allow me to leave with my soul. That such a craven should rise to the mitre..."''</ref>
-One of only two survivors from his regiment, the Thorned Manservant now serves at the [[The Shuttered Palace|Palace]]. He organizes meetings for veterans, offering them a space to share their memories and grief.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Crown_of_Thorns A Crown of Thorns, ''Fallen London''] ''"My memories hurt far worse than these do," says the Thorned Manservant, pointing at the barbs that rupture his scalp. "I thought sharing them with other veterans might help, so I began hosting these meetings."''</ref> His master, the [[The Royal Family#The Bellicose Prince|Bellicose Prince]]—one of the Empress’s sons—secretly joined the campaign, driven by youthful zeal and reckless ambition. Though he survived, the war left deep wounds upon his soul, and he continues to torment himself over the horrors he witnessed and the choices he made.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Crown_of_Thorns A Crown of Thorns, ''Fallen London''] ''"Most Londoners can tell themselves they're nothing but pawns, left to fall where they may. But the son of the Traitor Empress can do no such thing. He is troubled, and he is doing something awful to bear it."''</ref>
-Many veterans whisper of a figure resembling [[Nicator]] among the ranks of the campaign. Some claim he led the charge to defend London against the devils in the Forgotten Quarter. Whether these accounts are true remains uncertain.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Describe_a_Nicatorean_Relic Describe a Nicatorean Relic, ''Fallen London''] ''"Many veterans of the Campaign of '68 attest to having seen an unknown cavalry officer, eight feet tall and sat atop a massive war-horse, leading charges against the forces of Hell. What these soldiers do not know is that their description of this unknown 'Knight of the Forgotten Quarter' matches effigies found on Elder Continent coins struck around the year 500 A.D..."''</ref>
+* The [[Regretful Soldier]]'s wife traded her soul for his freedom, but freedom brought him no solace.<ref name=":02">[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Caught_Up_in_a_Soldier%27s_Heartbreaking_Tale_(Story) Caught Up in a Soldier's Heartbreaking Tale, ''Fallen London''] ''"Agnes was waiting for me," he says at last. "I gazed into her empty eyes, and the happiest day of my life turned into the saddest. Agnes had given her soul to buy me back, you see. I still love her, of course. And she loves me. In her own way..."''</ref>
+* The [[Bishop of Southwark]], a chaplain of his unit at the time,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story)|The Brass Grail (Story)|Fallen London|}}''"I was newly ordained back then. The army was in dire need of chaplains for the campaign and so I accepted a commission."''</ref> unwittingly caused his regiment to be captured in battle. He went on a hunger strike while rowing Hell's galleys, and eventually signed a contract allowing him to keep his soul and go home.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story)|The Brass Grail (Story)|Fallen London|}}''"All I knew at the time was that it would allow me to leave with my soul. That such a craven should rise to the mitre..."''</ref> He has been spending his life ever since then preparing for another invasion.<ref name=":2" />
+* The '''Thorned Manservant''' has grown roses from his skull thanks to a weapon of Hell.<ref name=":1" /> He now serves the [[The Shuttered Palace|Palace]], where he has organized a support group for fellow veterans.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Crown_of_Thorns A Crown of Thorns, ''Fallen London''] ''"My memories hurt far worse than these do," says the Thorned Manservant, pointing at the barbs that rupture his scalp. "I thought sharing them with other veterans might help, so I began hosting these meetings."''</ref>
+* The [[The Royal Family|Bellicose Prince]], one of the royal children, secretly joined the war effort as a young man; he survived, but was left with deep psychological wounds thanks to the horrors he witnessed and the choices he made.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Crown_of_Thorns A Crown of Thorns, ''Fallen London''] ''"Most Londoners can tell themselves they're nothing but pawns, left to fall where they may. But the son of the Traitor Empress can do no such thing. He is troubled, and he is doing something awful to bear it."''</ref>
+* Many veterans whisper of a figure called "[[Nicator]]" among the ranks of the campaign. Some claim he led the charge to defend London against the devils in the [[Forgotten Quarter]]. The validity of these accounts is uncertain.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Describe_a_Nicatorean_Relic Describe a Nicatorean Relic, ''Fallen London''] ''"Many veterans of the Campaign of '68 attest to having seen an unknown cavalry officer, eight feet tall and sat atop a massive war-horse, leading charges against the forces of Hell. What these soldiers do not know is that their description of this unknown 'Knight of the Forgotten Quarter' matches effigies found on Elder Continent coins struck around the year 500 A.D..."''</ref>
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