Murder on the Transylvanian Express
White as a ghost, the butler dramatically dumped the tray of caviar biscuits as he screamed "everybody in the next carriage are dead". Countess Isolde was about to correct his grammar when a low moaning sound was heard, emanating from the behind the door joining the carriages. Herr Wittgenstein pulled out his steam pistol and levelled it at the slowly opening door. A pale bloodied hand appeared and Isolde gasped. Can you all survive the Transylvanian Express?
- Type
- Team Roleplaying
- System
- Systemless
- Players
- 4-6
- Sessions
- 1
- Adult Content
- M (Violence, vampires, sexual references)
- Seriousness
- 3
- Characterisation
- 4
- Genre Knowledge
- 2 (Steampunk and gothic horror)