Memories Beneath The Sands

About the adventure

It’s 1943. The world is in the midst of a second Great War. In the shadows and under the sands, strange forces stir. Ancient powers, forgotten bloodlines, and dark magiks rise in the shadow of the atom — surrounded by tanks, zeppelins, and mechanized monstrosities. You’ve endured the Rites of Ink, becoming a member of the Archon Quill, a collection of librarians, professors, authors, and relic hunters dating back fifteen centuries. Your duty: investigate arcane threats, keep the magical peace, and occasionally light an Illithid or two on fire to protect civilization from erasure. You’ve been assigned residence in the Beirut Vault House, a converted 16th-century mosque in the cities oldest district. Your Sayyid al-Kutub is a Chimeegur (Bugbear) with a heart of gold. Your Umm al-Khazā, Vault Mother, is a Brownie bound to Beirut by an unspoken oath. And the staff all swear her cookies are enchanted. This is WWII by way of Uncharted, Tomb Raider, Inglourious Basterds, and Iron Sky — pulp action with a magical twist. Expect knife fights and trench coats. Expect the Drows sons to wear SS uniforms, undead Romanovs, and Tolstoy’s lost manuscript to radiate psionic power. Expect artifact recovery, librarians turned double agents, and museum curators casting spells. In a world where the gates of Jannah are guarded by dissociated angelic bureaucrats, Allah is silent, and the seven rings of Jahannam are thriving, it’s up to you to make sure the world’s relics don’t fall into the wrong hands. The world is weirder than you think — and the things under Cairo don’t want to stay buried.