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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. The invasion left a long shadow on London, but even after such a dramatic loss, there’s no way the clergy doesn’t have more plans in store for the devils. | 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. The invasion left a long shadow on London, but even after such a dramatic loss, there’s no way the clergy doesn’t have more plans in store for the devils. | ||
[[ | [[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> of 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 in Hell's gallery, until he signed a contract allowing him to keep his soul and go back to London. He became Bishop some time 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> | ||
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UNDER CONSTRUCTION
The Campaign of '68 was a disastrous attempt by British forces to invade Hell.
At What Cost?
Not even a decade after the Fall, and upon finding themselves just downriver of Hell, the Royal Army planned a good Christian invasion. The invasion went straight to hell, in exactly the wrong way.
The operation was a complete disaster, as the soldiers were overrun in the Forgotten Quarter. Only a few units and troops actually managed to breach the borders of infernal territory. They told of strange and 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. Too many lives were lost that day.
One can find veterans of the invasion around the city: traumatized warriors in the bars of Watchmaker's Hill, peculiarly ambitious clergymen, drunkards passed out in the gutter. The invasion left a long shadow on London, but even after such a dramatic loss, there’s no way the clergy doesn’t have more plans in store for the devils.
The Bishop of Southwark is a notable veteran of the campaign. He was the chaplain [1] of 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.[2] He was forced to work in Hell's gallery, until he signed a contract allowing him to keep his soul and go back to London. He became Bishop some time after the war ended.[3]
- ↑ 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 "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."
- ↑ 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..."
