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RISE, rise, bright genius rise, 
Conduct thy sons to war ; 
Thy spear pois'd to the skies, 
Whirl, whirl, thy rapid car ; 
Fire each firm breast with noble zeal, 
To conquer for the common weal. 

For years the iron rod, 
Has hover d o'er our heads, 
Submit to George s nod, 
Whose power all Europe dreads; 
The slavish minion trembling cries, 
But freedom's sons all fears despise. 

All means for peace we've tried, 
But found those measures vain, 
North s ministerial pride, 
Thought fear made us complain; 
But in the end convinc'd he'll see, 
We dread not death, but slavery. 

Tho fatal lust of power, 
Has steel d the tyrant's soul, 
Tho in an ill-timed hour, 
He bid his thunders roll, 
Great Liberty, inspir'd by thee, 
We fly to death or victory! 

Great nature's law inspires, 
All free-born souls unite, 
While common interest fires 
Us to defend our rights, 
Against corruption's boundless claim, 
And firmly fix great freedom's reign. 

They foreign troops employ, 
For mercenary hire; 
Their weakness we enjoy, 
Each pulse new ardors fire; 
Couvinc'd the wretch who fights for pay, 
Will never bear the palm away. 

They boast their power by sea, 
The ruin of our trade, 
Our navy soon they'll see ? 
Wide o'er the ocean spread ; 
Britain not long shall boast her reign, 
O'er the wide empire of the main. 

Throughout the universe, 
Our commerce we'll extend, 
Each power on the reverse, 
Shall seek to be our friends, 
Whilst our sons, crown'd with wealth immense, 
Sing Washington and Common Sense.

''Note:'' The following appeared in the //Songs and Ballads of the American Revolution//, written by Frank Moore in 1856. This book is now out of print and in the public domain.
!Introduction

The particulars known, concerning the capture, trial, and execution of this gallant, and much lamented young officer, are few. Washington, after the retreat of his army from Long Island, in 1776, wishing to obtain information relative to the true situation, and in tended operations, of the royal troops, applied to one of his officers, for a "discreet and enterprising person to penetrate the enemy's camp." This request was communicated to [[Nathan Hale]], a captain in Colonel Knowlton's regiment." Animated by a sense of his duty,"Hale undertook the dangerous service, and passed into the British lines in disguise. He obtained the desired information; but on his return, was apprehended and carried before Sir William Howe, to whom he frankly acknowledged the object of his visit. Howe immediately gave an order to the provost marshal, and Hale was executed in the early part of the next day." The execution was carried on in a most unfeeling manner, and by as great a savage as ever disgraced humanity. A clergyman, whose attendance he desired, was refused him; a bible for a moment s devotion was not procured, though he requested it. Letters, which on the morning of his execution, he wrote to his mother, and other friends, were destroyed ; and this very extraordinary reason given by the provost marshal, that the rebels should not know that they had" a man in their army who could die with so much firmness. "
!!A Ballad

THE breezes went steadily thro the tall pines,
A saying " oh ! hu-ush !" a saying " oh ! hu-ush !"
As stilly stole by a bold legion of horse,
For Hale in the bush, for Hale in the bush.

"Keep still ! " said the thrush as she nestled her young,
In a nest by the road ; in a nest by the road.
"For the tyrants are near, and with them appear,
What bodes us no good, what bodes us no good."

The brave captain heard it, and thought of his home,
In a cot by the brook ; in a cot by the brook.
With mother and sister and memories dear,
He so gaily forsook ; he so gaily forsook.

Cooling shades of the night were coming apace,
The tattoo had beat ; the tattoo had beat.
The noble one sprang from his dark lurking place,
To make his retreat ; to make his retreat.

He warily trod on the dry rustling leaves,
As he pass'd thro the wood; as he pass'd thro' the wood ;
And silently gain'd his rude launch on the shore,
As she play'd with the flood; as she play'd with the flood.

The guards of the camp, on that dark, dreary night,
Had a murderous will; had a murderous will
They took him and bore him afar from the shore,
To a hut on the hill; to a hut on the hill.

No mother was there, nor a friend who could cheer,
In that little stone cell; in that little stone cell.
But he trusted in love, from his father above.
In his heart, all was well; in his heart, all was well

An ominous owl with his solemn base voice,
Sat moaning hard by; sat moaning hard by.
"The tyrant's proud minions most gladly rejoice,
"For he must soon die; for he must soon die."

The brave fellow told them, no thing he restrain'd,
The cruel gen'ral ; the cruel gen'ral.
His errand from camp, of the ends to be gain'd,
And said that was all; and said that was all.

They took him and bound him and bore him away,
Down the hill's grassy side; down the hill's grassy side.
Twas there the base hirelings, in royal array,
His cause did deride; his cause did deride.

Five minutes were given, short moments, no more,
For him to repent; for him to repent;
He pray'd for his mother, he ask'd not another,
To Heaven he went; to Heaven he went.

The faith of a martyr, the tragedy shew'd,
As he trod the last stage; as he trod the last stage.
And Britons will shudder at gallant Hale's blood,
As his words do presage, as his words do presage.

"Thou pale king of terrors, thou life s gloomy foe,
Go frighten the slave, go frighten the slave;
Tell tyrants, to you, their allegiance they owe.
No fears for the brave; no fears for the brave."

''A FABLE. ''

REJOICE, Americans, rejoice! 
Praise ye the Lord with heart and voice! 
The treaty s signed with faithful France, 
And now, like Frenchmen, sing and dance! 

But when your joy gives way to reason, 
And friendly hints are not deem'd treason, 
Let me, as well as I am able, 
Present your Congress with a fable. 

Tired out with happiness, the frogs 
Sedition croak'd through all their bogs; 
And thus to Jove the restless race, 
Made out their melancholy case. 

"Fam'd, as we are, for faith and prayer, 
We merit sure peculiar care; 
But can we think great good was meant us, 
When logs for Governors were sent us? 

"Which numbers crush'd they fell upon, 
And caus'd great fear, -- till one by one, 
As courage came, we boldly fac'd 'em, 
Then leap'd upon 'em, and disgrac'd em! 

"Great Jove" they croak'd, "no longer fool us, 
None but ourselves are fit to rule us; 
We are too large, too free a nation, 
To be encumber'd with taxation! 

"We pray for peace, but wish confusion, 
Then right or wrong, a -- revolution! 
Our hearts can never bend t' obey; 
Therefore no king -- and more we'll pray." 

Jove smiled, and to their fate resign'd 
The restless, thankless, rebel kind; 
Left to themselves, they went to work, 
First signed a treaty with king Stork. 

He swore that they, with his alliance, 
To all the world might bid defiance; 
Of lawful rule there was an end on't, 
And frogs were henceforth -- independent. 

At which the croakers, one and all, 
Proclaim d a feast, and festival! 
But joy to-day brings grief to-morrow; 
Their feasting o'er, now enter sorrow! 

The Stork grew hungry, long'd for fish; 
The monarch could not have his wish; 
In rage he to the marshes flies, 
And makes a meal of his allies. 

Then grew so fond of well-fed frogs, 
He made a larder of the bogs! 
Say, Yankees, don't you feel compunction, 
At your unnatural, rash conjunction? 

Can love for you in him take root, 
Who s Catholic, and absolute? 
I'll tell these croakers how he'll treat 'em; 
Frenchmen, like storks, love frogs -- to eat em.

Written by William Billings (b. Boston, October 7, 1746 – d. Boston, September 26, 1800) , he is more known as being one of the earliest native American writers of music in America. He was zealous in the cause of liberty, and the his support of the revolution stood clear in his works. It was his support of the revoltuion that made him popular with the colonists. 

''A HYMN''

LET tyrants shake their iron rod, 
	And slavery clank her galling chains; 
We fear them not; we trust in God --
	New England's Grod for ever reigns. 

Howe and Burgoyne, and Clinton, too, 
	With Prescott and Cornwallis join'd, 
Together plot our overthrow, 
	In one infernal league combin'd. 

When God inspir'd us for the fight, 
	Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc'd; 
Their ships were shatter'd in our sight, 
	Or swiftly driven from our coast. 

The foe comes on with haughty stride; 
	Our troops advance with martial noise; 
Their veterans flee before our youth, 
	And generals yield to beardless boys. 

What grateful offering shall we bring? 
	What shall we render to the Lord? 
Loud hallelujahs let us sing, 
	And praise his name on every chord.

Originally this song was published in England's //Royal Gazette//, in 1779. Soon after it was republished on a ballad sheet.

''A NEW BALLAD'' 

	ROUSE, Britons ! at length, 
	And put forth your strength, 
Perfidious France to resist, 
	Ten Frenchmen will fly, 
	To shun a black eye, 
If an Englishman doubles his fist. 
		Derry down, down, hey derry down. 

	But if they feel stout, 
	Why let them turn out, 
With their maws stuff'd with frogs, soups, and jellies; 
	Brave Hardy's sea thunder, 
	Shall strike them with wonder, 
And make the frogs leap in their bellies ! 

	For their Uons and their ships, 
	We care not three skips 
Of a flea -- and their threats turn into jest, O ! 
	We'll bang their bare ribs, 
	For the infamous fibs, 
Cramm'd into their fine manifesto. 

	Our brethren so frantic, 
	Across the Atlantic, 
Who quit their old friends in a huff; 
	In spite of their airs, 
	Are at their last prayers, 
And of fighting have had quantum suff. 

	Then if powers at a distance, 
	Should offer assistance, 
Say boldly, " we want none, we thank ye," 
	[[Old England's a match]], 
	And more for old scratch, 
A Frenchman, a Spaniard, a Yankee ! 
	Derry down, down, hey derry down.

This song appeared in the //Pennsylvania Packet// under the original title //A new song, to the plaintive tune of 'Hozier's Ghost.'// The song's origin lies in the creation of the Tea Tax and its' enactment on May 10, 1773. With the passing of the Tea Tax, colonist hostilities were running high, no more so than in Boston. When the ship Dartmouth arrived in Boston Harbor on November 28, 1773 it carried a total of 114 chests of teas. The ship joined two others that were docked at Griffin's wharf, and the cargo's unloading was blocked by the Sons of Liberty. That night a mob, disguised as Indians boarded all three ships and dumped the tea into the harbor. This song, chronicles the events.

''A NEW SONG''

As near beauteous Boston lying,
On the gently swelling flood,
Without jack or pendant flying,
Three ill-fated tea-ships rode.

Just as glorious Sol was setting,
On the wharf, a numerous crew,
Sons of freedom, fear forgetting,
Suddenly appeared in view.

Armed with hammers, axe and chisels,
Weapons new for warlike deed,
Towards the herbage-freighted vessels,
They approached with dreadful speed.

O er their heads aloft in mid-sky,
Three bright angel forms were seen ;
This was Hampden, that was Sidney,
With fair Liberty between.

"Soon," they cried, " your foes you'll banish,
Soon the triumph shall be won ;
Scarce shall setting Phoebus vanish.
Ere the deathless deed be done."

Quick as thought the ships were boarded,
Hatches burst and chests displayed ;
Axes, hammers help afforded ;
What a glorious crash they made.

Squash into the deep descended,
Cursed weed of China s coast ;
Thus at once our fears were ended ;
British rights shall ne'er be lost.

Captains ! once more hoist your streamers,
Spread your sails, and plough the wave ;
Tell your masters they were dreamers,
When they thought to cheat the brave.

''A NEW SONG''

THE Frenchmen came upon the coast, 
Our great allies, and they did boast, 
They soon would bang the British host, 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

D'Estaing he wrote to General Lincoln, 
And told him that he need not think on 
Danger, but in quick step march down. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

So Lincoln came down to Savannah, 
The French and we all sung hosanna, 
We soon will take them every man-a. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

Then Maitland came just in the nick, 
Or we d have shown them such a trick, 
As would have made them very sick. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

But soon we found ourselves mistaken, 
And were glad to save our bacon, 
Rather than be killed or taken. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

We thought to take the enemy, 
But we, alas ! were forced to fly, 
We may do better by and by. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

The French, it's true, behav'd quite civil, 
Yet we wish'd them to the devil, 
And hope that good may spring from evil. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

And now that they on board are gone, 
Have left poor us here all alone, 
We've nought to do but sigh and moan. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa. 

The enemy must keep their post, 
In spite of all the Gallic host, 
And Georgia we've for ever lost. 
Doodle doodle do, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.

In the papers of the time, it appears as a //New War Song,// by Sir Peter Parker, written and printed in London, and adapted to the tune, //Well met, brother Tar!//

''A NEW WAR SONG''

MY Lords, with your leave, 
An account I will give, 
That deserves to be written in metre: 
For the rebels and I, 
Have been pretty nigh, 
Faith almost too nigh for Sir Peter. 

With much labor and toil, 
Unto Sullivan's Isle, 
I came firm as Falstaff or Pistol, 
But the Yankees, 'od rot 'em,
I could not get at 'em: 
Most terribly maul d my poor Bristol. 

Bold Clinton by land,
Did quietly stand, 
While I made a thundering clatter; 
But the channel was deep, 
So he only could peep, 
And not venture over the water. 

De'el take 'em, their shot 
Came so swift and so hot, 
And the cowardly dogs stood so stiff, sirs! 
That I put ship about, 
And was glad to get out, 
Or they would not have left me a skiff, sirs! 

Now bold as a Turk, 
I proceed to New York,
Where with Clinton and Howe you may find me. 
I've the wind in my tail, 
And am hoisting my sail, 
To leave Sullivan s island behind me. 

But my Lords, do not fear. 
For before the next year, 
Although a small island could fret us, 
The Continent whole, 
We shall take, by my soul, 
If the cowardly Yankees will let us.

The actions by the British in Charleston, South Carolina, during 1780 (see [[here|http://www.patriotresource.com/battles/charleston.html]] or [[here|http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Charleston]]), was the subject of numerous songs and poems. The subjoined specimen was written by an officer of the royal army, and first published in a ballad-sheet, set to the tune of the //Watery God//.

''A SONG ABOUT CHARLESTON''.

[[KING HANCOCK]] sat in regal state,
And big with pride and vainly great,
Address'd his rebel crew,
These haughty Britons soon shall yield
The boasted honors of the field,
While our brave sons pursue.

Six thousand fighting men or more,
Protect the Carolina shore.
And Freedom will defend ;
And stubborn Britons soon shall feel,
'Gainst Charleston, and hearts of steel,
How vainly they contend.

But ere he spake in dread array,
To rebel foes, ill-fated day,
The British boys appear ;
Their mien with martial ardor fir'd,
And by their country s wrongs inspir'd,
Shook Lincoln's heart with fear.

See Clinton brave, serene, and great,
For mighty deeds rever'd by fate,
Direct the thund'ring fight,
While Mars, propitious God of war,
Looks down from his triumphal car,
With wonder and delight.

"Clinton," he cries, " the palm is thine,
'Midst heroes thou wert born to shine,
A great immortal name,
And Cornwallis' mighty deeds appear,
Conspicuous each revolving year,
The pledge of future fame."

Our tars, their share of glories won,
For they among the bravest shone,
Undaunted, firm and bold.
Whene'er engag'd, their ardor show'd
Hearts which with native valor glow'd,
Hearts of true British mould.

This is also known as //The Liberty Song//.

COME join hand in hand, brave Americans all, 
And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call ; 
No tyrannous acts, shall suppress your just claim, 
Or stain with dishonor America s name. 

In freedom we're born, and in freedom we'll live ; 
     Our purses are ready, 
     Steady, Friends, steady, 
Not as //slaves// but as freemen our money we'll give. 

Our worthy forefathers -- let's give them a cheer -- 
To climates unknown did courageously steer; 
Thro' oceans to deserts, for freedom they came, 
And, dying, bequeath'd us their freedom and fame. 

Their generous bosoms all dangers despis'd, 
So highly, so wisely, their birthrights they priz'd; 
We'll keep what they gave, we will piously keep, 
Nor frustrate their toils on the land or the deep. 

The Tree, their own hands had to Liberty rear'd, 
They lived to behold growing strong and rever'd ; 
With transport then cried, -- "Now our wishes we gain, 
For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain." 

How sweet are the labors that freemen endure, 
That they shall enjoy all the profit, secure, --
No more such sweet labors Americans know, 
If Britons shall reap what Americans sow. 

Swarms of placemen and pensioners soon will appear, 
Like locusts deforming the charms of the year : 
Suns vainly will rise, showers vainly descend, 
If we are to drudge for what others shall spend. 

Then join hand in hand brave Americans all, 
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall; 
In so righteous a cause let us hope to succeed, 
For Heaven approves of each generous deed. 

All ages shall speak with amaze and applause, 
Of the courage we'll show in support of our laws; 
To die we can bear, -- but to serve we disdain, 
For shame is to freemen more dreadful than pain. 

This bumper I crown for our sovereign's health, 
And this for Britannia's glory and wealth; 
That wealth, and that glory immortal may be, 
If she is but just, and we are but free. 
     In freedom we're born, &c.

This song appeared in the //''Connecticut Gazette''//, while British troops held possession of Boston. It was soon published in a ballad-sheet.

SMILE, Massachusetts, smile,
Thy virtue still outbraves
The frowns of Britain's isle,
And rage of home-born slaves.
Thy free-born sons disdain their ease,
When purchased by their liberties.

Thy genius, once the pride
Of Britain s ancient isle,
Brought o'er the raging tide
By our forefather's toil;
In spite of North s despotic power,
Shines glorious on this western shore.

In Hancock's generous mind
Awakes the noble strife,
Which so conspicuous shined,
In gallant Sydney s life;
While in its cause the hero bled,
Immortal honors crown d his head.

Let zeal your breasts inspire;
Let wisdom guide your plans;
'Tis not your cause entire,
On doubtful conflict hangs;
The fate of this vast continent,
And unborn millions share th' event.

To close the gloomy scenes
Of this alarming day,
A happy union reigns
Through wide America.
While awful wisdom hourly waits,
To adorn the councils of her states.

Brave Washington arrives,
Arrayed in warlike fame,
While in his soul revives
Great Marlboro s martial flame,
To lead your conquering armies on
To lasting glory and renown.

To aid the glorious cause,
Experienc'd Lee has come,
Renown'd in foreign wars,
A patriot at home.
While valiant Putnam's warlike deeds,
Amongst the foe a terror spreads.

Let Britons proudly boast,
"That their two thousand braves,
Can drive our numerous host,
And make us all their slaves;"
While twice six thousand quake with fear,
Nor dare without their lines appear.

Kind Heaven has deign'd to own
Our bold resistance just,
Since murderous Gage began
The bloody carnage first.
Near ten to one has been their cost,
For each American we've lost.

Stand firm in your defence,
Like Sons of Freedom fight,
Your haughty foes convince,
That you ll maintain your right.
Defiance bid to tyrants frown,
And glory will your valor crown.

//A little hero//. 

This was Capt. Carnes, officer of the day, who communicated the fact of Champe's desertion to Major Lee.

''ABOUT SAVANNAH''

		Come let us rejoice, 
		With heart and with voice, 
Her triumphs let loyalty show, sir, 
		While bumpers go round, 
		Re-echo the sound, 
Huzza for the king and Prevost, sir. 

		With warlike parade, 
		And his Irish brigade, 
His ships and his spruce Gallic host, sir, 
		As proud as an elf, 
		D'Estaing came himself, 
And landed on Georgia's coast, sir. 

		There joining a band, 
		Under Lincoln s command, 
Of rebels and traitors and whigs, sir, 
		'Gainst the town of Savannah 
		He planted his banner, 
And then he felt wondrous big, sir. 

		With thund'ring of guns, 
		And bursting of bombs, 
He thought to have frighten'd our boys, sir. 
		But amidst all their din, 
		Brave Maitland push'd in,
And Moncrieffe cried, "A fig for your noise," sir, 

		Chagrined at delay, 
		As he meant not to stay, 
The Count form'd his troops in the morn, sir. 
		Van, centre, and rear 
		March'd up without fear, 
Cock sure of success, by a storm, sir. 

		Though rude was the shock, 
		Unmov'd as a rock, 
Stood our firm British bands to their works, sir. 
		While the brave German corps, 
		And Americans bore 
Their parts as intrepid as Turks, sir. 

		Then muskets did rattle, 
		Fierce raged the battle, 
Grape shot, it flew thicker than hail, sir. 
		The ditch fill'd with slain, 
		Blood dyed all the plain, 
When rebels and French turned tail, sir. 

		See ! see ! how they run ! 
		Lord ! what glorious fun ! 
How they tumble, by cannon mow'd down, sir ! 
		Brains fly all around, 
		Dying screeches resound, 
And mangled limbs cover the ground, sir. 

		There Pulaski fell,
		That imp of old Bell, 
Who attempted to murder his king, sir. 
		But now he is gone, 
		Whence he'll never return ; 
But will make hell with treason to ring, sir. 

		To Charleston with fear, 
		The rebels repair ; 
D'Estaing scampers back to his boats, sir. 
		Each blaming the other, 
		Each cursing his brother, 
And -- may they cut each other's throats, sir. 

		Scarce three thousand men, 
		The town did maintain, 
'Gainst three times their number of foes, sir, 
		Who left on the plain, 
		Of wounded and slain, 
Three thousand to fatten the crows, sir. 

		Three thousand ! no less ! 
		For the rebels confess 
Some loss, as you very well know, sir. 
		Then let bumpers go round, 
		And re-echo the sound. 
Huzza for the king and Prevost, sir.

To make things easy, adventure seeds have been organized a little. I've organized them by Region/Colony. That way, if you are running games in New England, you can look under new England and the colony you are interested in.

Note, that these seeds are small right now, but they will be added too.
!!Region
*[[New England]]
*[[Middle Colonies]]
*[[Southern Colonies]]

IT was on Mr. Percy's land, 
	At squire Rugeley's corner, 
Great H. and G. met sword in hand, 
	Upon a point of honor. 

G. went before with Colonel E., 
	Together in a carriage ; 
On horseback followed H. and P., 
	As if to steal a marriage. 

On chosen ground they now alight, 
	For battle duly harness'd, 
A shady place and out of sight, 
	It show'd they were in earnest. 

They met, and in the usual way 
	With hat in hand saluted, 
Which was, no doubt, to show how they 
	Like gentlemen disputed. 

And then they both together made 
	This honest declaration, 
That they came there, by honor led, 
	But not by inclination. 

That if they fought 'twas not because 
	Of rancor, spite or passion, 
But only to obey the laws 
	Of custom and the fashion. 

The pistols then, before their eyes, 
	Were fairly prim'd and loaded! 
H. wished, and so did G. likewise, 
	The custom was exploded! 

But as they now had gone so far 
	In such a bloody business, 
For action straight they both prepare 
	With mutual forgiveness. 

But lest their courage should exceed 
	The bounds of moderation, 
Between the seconds 'twas agreed 
	To fix them each a station. 

The distance stepp'd by Colonel P.  
	Was only eight short paces; 
"Now, gentlemen," says Colonel E.,  
	"Be sure to keep your places." 

Quoth H. to G. -- "Sir, please to fire! 
	Quoth Gr. -- "No, pray begin, sir;" 
And truly one must needs admire 
	The temper they were in, sir. 

We ll fire both at once, said he, 
	And so they both presented; 
No answer was returned by Gr., 
	But silence, sir, consented. 

They paus'd awhile, these gallant foes, 
	By turns politely grinning, 
Till after many cons and pros, 
	H. made a brisk beginning. 

He missed his mark, but not his aim, 
	The shot was well directed; 
It sav'd them both from hurt and shame, 
	What more could be expected? 

Then G. to show he meant no harm, 
	But hated jars and jangles, 
His pistol fired across his arm, 
	From H. almost at angles. 

H. now was called upon by G., 
	To fire another shot, sir; 
He smiled, and "After this," quoth he, 
	"No, truly, I cannot, sir." 

Such honor did they both display, 
	They highly were commended ; 
And thus in short, this gallant fray 
	Without mischance was ended. 

No fresh dispute, we may suppose, 
	Will e'er by them be started, 
For now the chiefs, no longer foes, 
	Shook hands, and so they parted.

This disease is one that originates from mosquitoes, and Colonists living near wetlands are often the ones who suffer from this disease. Even in New England, this disease is found and poses a constant threat to Colonists. Colonist living in the souther regions of the Colonies are more at risk, and this is due to the warmer temperatures, and the large amount of wetlands found, especially in North and South Carolina.

Trader on the Albany-Abbotsford-Marketville route Lost his sons in the events of Sin Eater

|Might|11|Nimble|13|Vigor|9|
|Reason|12|Resolution|11|Actions|3|
|Faith|9|Sanity|45|Vitality|50|
''Skills''

Melee 11; Observe 12; Shoot 15; Woodworking 11

This appeared in the early part of 1775, and afterwards reprinted in the//Constitutional Gazette//, with a slight abridgment in the text.

''ALPHABET''

A, stands for Americans, who scorn to be slaves;
B, for Boston, where fortitude their freedom saves;
C, stands for Congress, which, though loyal, will be free;
D, stands for defence, gainst force and tyranny.
Stand firmly, A and Z,
We swear for ever to be free !

E, stands for evils, which a civil war must bring ;
F, stands for fate, dreadful to both people and king ;
G, stands for George, may God give him wisdom and grace ;
H, stands for hypocrite, who wears a double face.

J, stands for justice, which traitors in power defy,
K, stands for king, who should to such the axe apply ;
L, stands for London, to its country ever true,
M, stands for Mansfield, who hath another view.

N , stands for North, who to the House the mandate brings,
O, stands for oaths, binding on subjects not on kings :
P, stands for people, who their freedom should defend,
Q, stands for quere, when will England s troubles end ?

R, stands for rebels, not at Boston but at home,
S, stands for Stuart, sent by Whigs abroad to roam,
T, stands for Tories, who may try to bring them back,
V, stands for villains, who have well deserved the rack.

W, stands for Wilkes, who us from warrants saved,
Y, for York, the New, half corrupted, half enslaved,
Z, stands for Zero, but means the Tory minions,
Who threatens us with fire and sword, to bias our opinions.
Stand firmly A and Z,
We swear for ever to be free!

!!Alternate Rules for Books in Colonial Gothic
''by Neal Dalton''

The following are an alternative set of rules for books than were presented in [[Colonial Gothic: Secrets|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16609&cat=0&page=1]].
!!!The Books
[[CG: Secrets’|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/cg2.html]] description of books remains relatively unchanged with the exception of one additional attribute: ''Time to Read''. This is a number that indicates how many days or hours it takes to read the text. The length of time it takes to get through a book depends on whether you are reading or skimming the book.
Assigning a ''Time to Read'' to a text is largely arbitrary. If you create your own books for the game then do what you like. With many of the real books that are mentioned in [[Secrets|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/cg2.html]], it is difficult to tell. The length of time may be due to the actual length of the book or the need to go through it slowly as it is in an older version of the language. Here are a few rough guidelines, that GMs can use when dealing with ''Time to Read''.
*A short book or one that has been translated into the current form of the language takes 6 days or hours.
*A moderate length book or one that is in an older version of the language takes 12 days or hours.
*A long book or one that is in an antiquated or dead language takes 24 days or hours.
Cornelius Agrippa’s //De Occulta Philosophia// is an extensive work on natural magic. The Time to Read this book is 24 days or hours.
!!!Reading vs. Skimming
The first step in using a book is to decide whether you wish to read the book to absorb all it contains or skim it to find a pertinent piece of information. There are benefits to each.

As noted in [[Secrets|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/cg2.html]], a reader must be able to read the language in which the book is written and the book must apply to the situation or subject.

!!!!Skimming
A reader skims books to find information pertaining to a particular question or problem. When skimming a book, the ''Time to Read'' is in hours. If a hero wishes to skim the book more quickly, the Language Test needs to be made, with Success having the half the reader's Reason is subtracted from the ''Time to Read''. (a Dramatic Success, has the reader subtract the full Reason). If the reader is fluent in the language of the text, half the Reason is subtracted from the ''Time to Read'' automatically. For a fluent reader to take advantage of the Dramatic Success, roll 2d12 and on the result of a 2, the player may subtract the character’s full Reason. The minimum number of hours that the ''Time to Read'' may be reduced to is 1 hour.

Successful language Tests provides a +1 bonus to a roll of the appropriate skill for that particular task. If the Test is a Dramatic Success, they find detailed information applying to the situation, obtaining a +2 bonus.

For example: Thomas (Reason 10) is skimming //De Occulta Philosophia// in an attempt to find information helping him answer a question on magical sympathy. As noted above, it takes 24 hours to skim the book to see if it has information pertaining to his problem. A Successful Language -- Latin Test, he reduce this time by 5 (half his Reason) hours to 19 hours and gains a +1 to his roll. A Dramatic Success, the ''Time to Read'' reduces this time by 10 to 14 hours and provides a +2 to the roll.

When a reader fails the Language Test while skimming a book, they either misinterpret the text or fail to find information appropriate to the situation. The time spent skimming the text is lost and no benefit is gained. Dramatic Failures, a particularly cruel GM might apply a penalty to the Test as the character draws the wrong conclusions from what he reads. This may also apply to a fluent character if the player rolls a 24. Remember: just because you understand a language doesn’t mean you come to the right conclusions.

!!!!Reading
When a reading a book, a reader is seeking to add the knowledge of that book to his own. Reading a book is the only way to learn any spells that are in the book. When reading a book, the ''Time to Read'' is in days. The same rules apply for reducing the amount of time except that the time is subtracted in days. A successful test, the reader gains XP toward the particular skill or spell and only that particular spell or skill. On a successful roll, the character earns 3 XP toward the skill or spell (6 XP for a Dramatic Success). Once a text is used in this way, it may not be skimmed for a situational bonus or read again to gain more experience; the reader has learned all they can from the book. The player may apply this XP to any skill or spell that the text covers, including specialties.

For example: Edward (Reason 8) reads //The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage// (Time to Read: 12 days). His player makes a successful Language – Hebrew Test subtracting 4 (half Reason) from 12 days and finishes reading the text in 8 days. Since his Test was successful, he gains 3 XP which may be applied to the Lore skill, or the Clear Vision or Guidance spells.

A failed Test while reading means the reader spends the maximum amount of time to read the book and reduces the XP gained to 1. Dramatic Failure not only means the reader loses the time but gains nothing from the text and may rip the book apart in frustration as they find the text unreadable or discerns that the book is worthless to him.

!!!Access to Books
Between the 1600s and 1700s, libraries began to come into their own as the cost of printing and binding came down and books became more plentiful. A growing sense of nationalism and an increase in the role of the university in education also led to the existence of more libraries. Book collections in Colonial America may come in several forms: private collections, university libraries, subscription libraries, and free lending libraries.

Private collections are book collections that are privately owned by an individual or group. Access to such a collection may require a letter of introduction from someone that knows the owner, a bribe, or more clandestine methods.

The Harvard University library is the oldest library in America. The 400 books that started the library were donated by John Harvard, a clergyman, and he was honored by having the university named after him. University collections may be restricted to alumni, students, and other honored men of knowledge. Some universities may have “restricted” collections that are only accessible to a select few.

Subscription libraries are lending libraries that allow access to people that pay a monthly or yearly subscription. The patrons’ subscriptions go toward the purchase of the books and upkeep. This type of library began to appear in America in the 1700s. The first such library was the Library Company of Philadelphia which was founded by Benjamin Franklin. The first free lending library was founded in the late 1600s.

The Library of Congress was founded in 1800 and largely destroyed during the War of 1812. In 1815, Thomas Jefferson sold his private collection of over 6000 books to the government to help restore the library.

!!References
Krasner-Khait, B. (2001). Survivor: The history of the library. Retrieved June 31, 2009, from History Magazine: [[http://www.history-magazine.com/libraries.html|http://www.history-magazine.com/libraries.html]]

Library. (n.d.). Retrieved on June 31, 2009, from Wikipedia: [[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libraries|http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libraries]]

Library of Congress. (n.d.). Retrieved on June 31, 2009, from Wikipedia: [[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Library_of_congress|http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Library_of_congress]]

J. W. Hewlirigs, the author of this ballad was a native of Nansemond, Virginia, where he died, in the early part of the year 1793.

COME rouse up my lads, and join this great cause,
In defence of your liberty, your property, and laws !
'Tis to honor we call you, stand up for your right,
And ne'er let our foes say, we are put to the flight.

For so just is our cause, and so valiant our men,
We always are ready, steady boys, steady ;
We ll fight for our freedom again and again.

The Scotch politicians have laid a deep scheme,
By invading America to bring Charlie in ;
And if the Scotch mist s not remov'd from the throne,
The crown's not worth wearing, the kingdom s undone.

The placemen, and commoners, have taken a bribe
To betray their own country, and the empire beside ;
And though the colonies stand condemned by some,
There are no rebels here, but are traitors at home.

The arbitrary minister, he acts as he please,
He wounds our constitution, and breaks through our laws ;
His troops they are landed, his ships they are moor d,
But boys all stand together, they will fall by the sword.

The great Magna Charta is wounded severe ;
By accounts from the doctors, 'tis almost past cure.
Let s defend it with the sword, or die with the braves,
For we had better die in freedom, than live and be slaves.

They tax us contrary to reason and right,
Expecting that we are not able to fight ;
But to draw their troop home, I do. think would be best,
For Providence always defends the oppressed.

The valiant Bostonians have enter'd the field,
And declare they will fall there before they will yield ;
A noble example ! In them we'll confide,
We'll march to their town, stand or fall by their side.

An union through the colonies will ever remain,
And ministerial taxation will be but in vain,
For we are all resolved to die or be free ;
So they may repeal the acts, for repeal d they must be.

WHILE I relate my story,
Americans give ear;
Of Britain's fading glory
I'll give a true relation,
Attend to what I say
Concerning the taxation
Of North America.

The cruel lords of Britain,
Who glory in their shame,
The project they have hit on
They joyfully proclaim; 
'Tis what they're striving after
Our right to take away,
And rob us of our charter
In North America.

There are two mighty speakers,
Who rule in Parliament,
Who ever have been seeking
Some mischief to invent;
Twas North, and Bute his father,
The horrid plan did lay
A mighty tax to gather
In North America.

They searched the gloomy regions
Of the infernal pit,
To find among their legions
One who excelled in wit;
To ask of him assistance,
Or tell them how they may
Subdue without resistance
This North America.

Old Satan the arch traitor,
Who rules the burning lake,
Where his chief navigator,
Resolved a voyage to take—;
For the Britannic ocean
He launches far away,
To land he had no notion
In North America.

He takes his seat in Britain,
It was his soul's intent
His comrades were pursuing
A diabolic way,
For to complete the ruin
Of North America.

He tried the art of magic
To bring his schemes about,
At length the gloomy project
He artfully found out;
Tlie plan was long indulged
In a clandestine way,
But lately was divulged
In North America.

These subtle arch-combiners
Addressed the British court,
All three were undersigners
Of this obscure report —
There is a pleasant landscape
That lieth far away
Beyond the wide Atlantic,
In North America.

There is a wealthy people,
Who sojourn in that land,
Their churches all with steeples
Most delicately stand;
Their houses like the gilly,
Are painted red and gay:
They nourish like the lily
In North America.

Their land with milk and honey,
Continually doth flow,
The want of food or money
They seldom ever know:
They heap up golden treasure,
They have no debts to pay,
They spend their time in pleasure
In North America.

On turkeys, fowls and fishes,
Most frequently they dine,
They crown their feasts with butter,
They eat, and rise to play;
In silks their ladies flutter,
In North America.

With gold and silver laces
They do themselves adorn,
The rubies deck their faces,
Refulgent as the morn!
Wine sparkles in their glasses,
They spend each happy day
In merriment and dances
In North America.

Let not our suit affront you,
When we address your throne, 
0 King, this wealthy country
And subjects are your own,
And you, their rightful sovereign,
They truly must obey,
You have a right to govern
This North America.

O King, you've heard the sequel
Of what we now subscribe,
Is it not just and equal
To tax this wealthy tribe?
The question being asked,
His majesty did say,
My subjects shall be taxed
In North America.

Invested with a warrant,
My publicans shall go,
The tenth of all their current
They surely shall bestow;
If they indulge rebellion,
Or from my precepts stray,
I'll send my war battalion
To North America.

I'll rally all my forces
By water and by land,
I'll burn both town and city,
With smoke becloud the day,
I'll show no human pity
For North America.

Go on, my hearty soldiers,
You need not fear of ill —
There's Hutchinson and Kogers,
Their functions will fulfil —
They tell such ample stories,
Believe them sure we may,
One half of them are tories
In North America.

My gallant ships are ready
To waft you o'er the flood,
And in my cause be steady,
Which is supremely good;
Go ravage, steal and plunder,
And you shall have the prey;
They quickly will knock under
In North America.

The laws I have enacted,
I never will revoke,
Although they are neglected,
My fury to provoke.
I will forbear to flatter,
I'll rule the mighty sway,
I'll take away the charter
From North America.

O George! you arc distracted,
You'll by experience find
The laws you have enacted
Are of the blackest kind.
I'll make a short digression,
And tell you by the way,
We fear not your oppression,
In North America.

Our fathers were distressed,
While in their native land;
By tyrants were oppressed
As we do understand;
For freedom and religion
They were resolved to stray,
And trace the desert regions
Of North America.

Heaven was their sole protector
While on the roaring tide,
Kind fortune their director,
And Providence their guide.
If I am not mistaken,
About the first of May,
This voyage was undertaken
For North America.

If rightly I remember,
This country to explore,
They landed in November
On Plymouth's desert shore.
The savages were nettled,
With fear they fled away,
So peaceably they settled
In North America.

We are their bold descendants, 
For liberty we'll fight, 
The claim to independence 
We challenge as our right; 
'Tis what kind Heaven gave us,
Who can it take away.
O, Heaven, sure will save us, 
In North America. 

We never will knock under, 
O, George ! we do not fear 
The rattling of your thunder, 
Nor lightning of your spear: 
Though rebels you declare us, 
We're strangers to dismay; 
Therefore you cannot scare us 
In North America. 

To what you have commanded 
We never will consent,
Although your trooops are landed
Upon our contient; 
We'll take our swords and muskets,
And march in dread array,
And drive the British red-coats
From North America.

We have a bold commander,
Who fears not sword or gun,
The second Alexander,
His name is Washington.
His men are all collected,
And ready for the fray,
To fight they are directed
For North America.

We've Greene and Gates and Putnam
To manage in the field,
A gallant train of footmen,
Who'd rather die than yiel ;
A stately troop of horsemen
Train'd in a martial way,
For to augment our forces
In North America.

Proud George, you are engaged
All in a dirty cause,
A cruel war have waged
Repugnant to all laws.
Go tell the savage nations
You're crueler than they,
To fight your own relations
In North America. 

Ten millions you've expended,
And twice ten millions more;
Our riches, you intended
Should pay the mighty score.
Who now will stand your sponsor,
Your charges to defray?
For sure you cannot conquer
This North America.

I'll tell you, George, in metre,
If you'll attend awhile;
We've forced bold Sir Peter
From Sullivan's fair isle.
At Monmouth, too, we gained
The honors of the day--
The victory we obtained
For North America.

Surely we were your betters
Hard by the Brandywine;
We laid him fast in fetters
Whose name was John Burgoyne;
We made your Howe to tremble
With terror and dismay;
True heroes we resemble,
In North America.

Confusion to the tories,
That black infernal name,
In which Great Britain glories,
For ever to her shame;
We'll send each foul revolter
To smutty Africa,
Or noose him in a halter,
In North America.

A health to our brave footmen,
Who handle sword and gun,
To Greene and Gates and Putnam
And conquering Washington;
Their names be wrote in letters
Which never will decay,
While sun, and moon do glitter
On North America.

Success unto our allies
In Holland, France and Spain,
Who man their ships and galleys,
Our freedom to maintain;
May they subdue the rangers
Of proud Britannia,
And drive them from their anchors
In North America.

Success unto the Congress
Of these United States,
Who glory in the conquests
Of Washington and Gates;
To all, both land and seamen.
Who glory in the day
When we shall all be freemen
In North America.

Success to legislation,
That rules with gentle hand,
To trade and navigation,
By water and by land.
May all with one opinion
Our wholesome laws obey,
Throughout this vast dominion
Of North America.

The origins of this song finds itself as being transposed by a refugee, and intended for the loyalists without the lines, while D'Estaing was in Georgia. It was not published until the French fleet had left the coast. It was adapted to the tune //The Cut Purse//, and became very popular with the friends of royalty, during the latter part of the war.

''A SONG''.

THE old English cause knocks at every man's door,
And bids him stand up for religion and right;
It addresses the rich as well as the poor;
And fair liberty, bids them, like Englishmen fight.
And suffer no wrong,
From a rebel throng,
Who, if they re not quelled, will enslave us ere long;
Most bravely then let us our liberty prize,
Nor suffer the Congress to blind all our eyes;
Or each rebel cut-purse, will soon give us law,
For they are as bad as a Tyler or Straw.

From France, D'Estaing to America has come.
The French banditti will rob our estates;
[[These robbers are all protected by Rome]];
Consult but their annals, record but their dates,
It's their politics
To burn heretics,
Or poison by water that's fetch'd from the Styx.
Let Frenchified rebels, in vain then attempt
To bring our own church, or our king to contempt ;
For no rebel cut-purse shall e'er give us law,
Should they prove as daring as Tyler or Straw.

The farces of Rome, with carrying her hosts,
Are laugh'd at and jeer'd by the learned and wise,
And all her thin tinsels apparently lost,
Her stories of relics, and sanctified lies.
Each ignorant joke
Believe, or you smoke,
And if we are conquer d we receive the Pope's yoke ;
But despising the counsels of Adams and Lee,
As loyal Americans, we'll die or be free.
For no rebel cut-throat shall e 'er give us law,
Should they prove as daring as Tyler or Straw.

Let curses most vile, and anathemas roar,
Let half-ruin'd France, to the Pope tribute pay ;
Britain's thundering cannon, shall guard safe our shore ;
Great G-eorge shall defend us, none else we'll obey.
Then France, join'd by Spain,
May labor in vain,
For soon the Havana shall be ours again.
The French then will scamper and quit every state,
And find themselves bubbled, when //morbleu// it's too late.
For no Frenchman, or rebel imp of the law,
In our old constitution can point out a flaw.

//And listen to the story//.

The following is taken from //Lee's Memoirs//:

General Washington, on his return to the army, immediately sent for Major Lee. This officer, on repairing to head-quarters, found the general alone in his marquee busily engaged in writing. As soon as he entered, a bundle of papers was laid before him for perusal, in which he found much information tending to prove that Arnold was not alone in the conspiracy, but that among others, a major-general, whose name was not concealed, was as guilty as Arnold himself. It was for the purpose of forming a plan to ascertain the truth of these suggestions, as well as for the capture of Arnold, that Washington had summoned Lee, and the project was known to them alone. " It is my desire," said Washington, " to probe to the bottom the intelligence contained in the papers you have just read ; to seize Arnold, and by securing him, to render it possible for me to restore the amiable and unfortunate Andre to his friends. Have you, in your legion, a person capable and willing to undertake a delicate and dangerous project? Who ever comes forward, will lay me under great personal obligations, and in behalf of the nation I will reward him." Lee suggested a sergeant of the cavalry as one in all respects qualified for the adventurous scheme, " being a man of tried courage and inflexible per severance, and as likely to reject an overture coupled with ignominy as any officer in the corps." The general was delighted to find that a non-commissioned officer was capable of carrying out*his views, and Lee returned to camp with his instructions to confer with Champe, as it was the design he should set off that night. After a long consultation, Champe was prevailed upon to undertake the enterprise. The instructions were read to him, and from them he prepared notes so disguised as to be understood only by himself. Arnold was upon no account to be injured, but to be allowed to escape rather than to be killed in preventing such an event. It was the desire of Washington to make a public example of him.

No time was lost. Champe immediately prepared himself and his horse for the journey, and a little before midnight, mounted to pursue his way to Paulus Hook. Within half an hour Captain Carnes, officer of the day, repaired to the quarters of Major Lee, and told him that the guard had fallen in with a dragoon, who, upon being questioned, put spurs to his horse and escaped; at the same time requesting orders for the pursuit. The major, who had assured Champe, that, in the event of his desertion being discovered before morning, he would delay the pursuit as long as possible, tried every device to accomplish it. He complained of the disturbance of his sleep, and suggested the probability of its being a countryman on his way home, or some soldier gone out on a tour of personal plea sure. Captain Carnes then returned to his quarters, paraded the troops and found one sergeant missing, of which he hastily informed Major Lee. Some delay was occasioned by these movements. Champe had been gone but an hour, when the troopers, under the command of a cornet, set off on the chase. A shower of rain had fallen soon after the sergeant s departure, which enabled the dragoons to take his trail. On they spurred, stopping occasionally during the darkness of the night, to examine the foot-prints of the fugitive's horse.* When morning broke, no longer forced to halt, they passed on rapidly. Ascending the summit of a bill, a few miles north of the village of Bergen, they descried Champe, not more than half a mile in front. He at the same time discovering them, put spurs to his horse, determined they should not overtake him The cornet now put his horses to the top of their speed, arid recollecting a short route through the woods, sent a party off that way, to intercept the road at a bridge below Bergen, while he with the remainder followed Champe. Being so closely pursued, Champe relinquished his intention of going to Paulus Hook, and sought refuge in some British galleys, that had for a long time occupied a station a few miles west of Bergen. On his entering the village he disguised his track by taking the beaten streets, and after passing through it, took the road leading to Elizabethtown. Meanwhile the cornet s party had readied the bridge, and found, with sore disappointment, the sergeant had slipped through their fingers. Returning up the road, they inquired whether a dragoon had been seen in the village, but could get no intelligence as to the road he had taken. The troops soon spread over the village, and in a short time again struck the trail. The chase was renewed with greater vigor, arid Champe was soon discovered. He, apprehending the event, had prepared himself for it, as he now had come abreast the galleys. Leaving his horse, and lashing his valise to his shoulders, he threw himself into the river and called out to the galleys for aid. This was quickly given. The British fired on the cornet s party, and sent a boat to meet Champe, who was taken on board and conveyed to New York, with a letter from the captain relating the facts of the case. The cornet returned to camp in the afternoon, when the soldiers, seeing the sergeant's horse in his possession, exclaimed, " The scoundrel is killed and the honor of our corps vindicated."

When Champe arrived at New York, he delivered the letter from the captain of the gallay to the commandant, and was soon sent to Sir Henry Clinton. He detained him more than an hour, questioning him in reference to the state of the army since the desertion of Arnold, the probable fate of Andre, and the popularity of Washington, all of which he answered warily. Placing two guineas in his hand, he advised Champe to visit Arnold. On seeing him, the traitor expressed great satisfaction, and pressed him to join a new legion he was raising. After some delay, Champe enlisted, for the purpose of securing the freedom of Arnold s house, which would further the plans of taking him when the time should arrive.

He now turned his attention to the delivery of letters he had brought, to the agents of Washington. On the following night he delivered one, but it was not until five days after he saw the person to whom the other was addressed, and who was to aid him in the capture of Arnold. While these things were transpiring, Andre was hung. Nothing now remained but to seize and deliver Arnol ! safely to Major Lee, who at an appointed time, was to be ready on the Jersey shore to receive him. Champe, from his enlistment, had every opportunity to notice the habits of Arnold. He discovered it was his custom to visit the garden on his return home every night. During this visit he was to be seized, gagged and carried into an adjoining alley, where Champe s friends were to receive and bear him to a boat in the North river.

On the night appointed, Major Lee left camp, with a body of cavalry and three led horses, one for Arnold, one for Champe, and a third for his friend ; never doubting the success of the adventure. The party reached Hoboken about midnight, and concealed them selves in an adjoining wood. Lee, with three dragoons, went down to the bank of the river. The night passed away, and no boat approached, when Lee returned to camp, much chagrined and disappointed at the issue of the project.

Soon after, Lee received a letter from the friend of Champe, informing him that on the very night appointed for the execution of the plot, Arnold had removed his quarters to another part of the town, to superintend the embarkation of troops, and the corps to which Champe belonged had already gone oa board the transports. Thus it happened that Sergeant Champe, instead of crossing the Hudson with his prisoner, was quietly placed on board a British transport, which he never departed from until the troops under Arnold landed in Virginia.

On the junction with Cornwallis, Champe deserted, passing into North Carolina and keeping within the friendly districts of that State, safely joined the American army, near the Congaree river. His old comrades were surprised to see a deserter so affectionately received by Major Lee, but after his story was told, cheer upon cheer went up for "the intrepid and gallant sergeant."

* The shoes of the horses were all made in the same form; which, with a private mark annexed to the fore shoe, and known to the troopers, pointed out the trail of the dragoons to each other, which was often very useful.

The state church of England whose head is the reigning monarch; the Church of England never really has been a major influence in the colonies. One reason for this lack of influence is due to the fact that in order to be a clergyman of the church, one needs to be ordained in England. Since the Colonies lack a bishop, all young men hearing their calling to serve must brave the dangers of oceanic travel to travel to England. With travel also being expensive, many do not have the necessary funds to undertake this voyage.

Because of the lack of a Colonial Bishop, the Colonial Anglican Church is seen as not only unorganized, but as another means for England to assert its’ will in the Colonies. Though many attempts have been made to gain a Bishop, the church has not acted and still insists on either sending clergy to the Colonies, or insisting on prospective candidates to make the journey to England to be ordained.

The Church of England first arrived in the colonies via [[Virginia]] in 1609. By 1693 it moved into the lower part of [[New York]], concentrated in and around Manhattan. Though strongly Catholic, in 1702 the Church of England started appearing in Maryland, and by 1706 it arrived in [[South Carolina]]. 1758 Georgia sees a growth in membership, and it is here that the church has grown and thrived. [[Virginia]] however, is where the real strength of the Church is found, and the local vestry wields great power in administering how services are run, as well as who is appointed to minister.

In urban areas The Church of England is a gathering place for loyalists. Many important and wealthy merchants are counted as members, as well as all royal officers and Colonial officials. It is in the urban areas that see a stronger tie with the English leadership, while rural churches are left to their own devices in running the church. It is this that has caused the current rift between the two sides.

The Society for the Propagation of the Gospel, with the Bishop of London’s support, has been lobbying for a Colonial bishop. The rural areas of the south, especially [[Virginia]] opposes this greatly because it threatens the privileges of the lay vestry, who without direct Bishop control, have come into power. This split is fueling the fires of rebellion, and some of the rebellion leadership is using this issue to garner support for their cause. It is no coincidence that some of the leaders of the rebellion come from Virginia and are members of the church.

This section collects the write-ups of [[Colonial Gothic|http:///www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] Gamemasters. If you are curious how others play the game, or looking for inspiration for your own games, this section is for you.

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*[[The Campaign of Erik Growen]]

''Battle of King's Mountain''

The following account of this action is taken from the oration of the Hon. J. T. Preston, delivered at the battle ground, on the 4th of October, 1855. The battle was fought on the 7th of October, 1780. "At twelve o clock, the sky cleared," when the patriot army " found themselves within three miles of Ferguson's camp, on King's Mountain. They halted, under an order passed rapidly along the line an order, perhaps, the most laconic and appropriate ever given under the like circumstances. It was in those words:

"'Tie up overcoats, pick touch-holes, fresh prime, and be ready to fight.'"

"The officers here determined to divide their force, and to surround the mountain. At this moment, an express from Ferguson to Cornwallis was arrested, his despatches opened, and read aloud at the head of the line. In them, he said, 'I hold a position on the King's Mountain that all the rebels out of hell cannot drive me from.' There was no shout or disorder when this was read ; but a quiet grim smile passed along the line as they struck into a double gallop. In twenty minutes, they were in sight of the British camp. They drew up along the bank of that little brook ; they dismounted and tied their horses to the limbs of ths trees, leaving them in charge of a small guard. The order of attack was hurriedly made, but with a military skill and discretion that could not be excelled. There was not an error or mistake, or even a miscalculation of marching time from the outset to the end. Each column advanced rapidly along the indicated line, all the lines tending to a common centre, which was the British encampment at the summit of the ridge. There began a scattering fire, for eight or ten minutes, on the centre column of the Americans. The patriots moved steadily until Sevier's column, on the right, passed out of the valley in full sight of the enemy. The fire then began in earnest on both sides. The mountaineers proved their skill with most deadly effect, forcing Ferguson, at the very beginning, to resort to a direct charge. This charge was headed by a company of British regulars, and was worthy the high name and fame of that service. It was boldly and gallantly done, and forced the patriots to give back down the hill ; but at that moment Cleaveland and Williams appeared on the left, and poured into the charging columns such an awful fire as to stop them before Sevier was routed. The British turned from charging on Sevier, and wheeling, made a terrible dash at Cleaveland and Williams on the left, and .with like effect, driving them back down the ridge. Sevier, however, rallied instantly, and at the same time Shelby and Campbell appeared with the centre column, rising in front along the ridge. These two columns, the centre and left, then poured their fire on both flanks of the British, and stopped the charge against Cleaveland and Williams. Wheeling rapidly and receiving reinforcements from within the lines, the British then made a third charge directly against the centre column, and that irresistible British bayonet again told its story, and Campbell and Shelby were forced back, down nearly to the valley. But Cleaveland and Williams having rallied their columns, and Sevier's continuing to pour its fire in from the left, the British were forced to leave the pursuit of Campbell and Shelby, turned suddenly, and themselves retreated up the ridge. Shelby and Campbell, hearing this tremendous fire on both flanks, finding the British were retreating, supposed they were defeated, rallied instantly, and turned in pursuit of them with hurrahs of victory. The British turned immediately, and attempted a fourth charge. It, however, was then too late the blood of the mountaineers was hot ; they met and repulsed that charge, and drove the British back within their lines. This enabled the three columns of the patriots to meet, and literally surround the army of Ferguson. Then came the fierce rage of the battle ; a circle of fire hemmed the wolf in his stronghold. The English soldiers proved their breeding in this hour of danger and despair. The regulars with their bayonets, and the Tories with their butcher-knives fastened to the muzzles of their guns, charged on this closing flame with the fierce energy of despair. In vain ! The mountain hunters, calmly but rapidly loading, and deliberately aiming, each at his mark, sent a death messenger in every bullet. At every discharge, they advanced a few steps, until there was one narrowing circle of flashing flame crackling around their devoted victims. At this moment, the British cavalry were ordered to mount. The order was heard by the Americans. It was the very thing for their rifles, giving a clear mark above the bushes; and as each man threw his leg over his horse, he fell dead on the other side. Ferguson, with a gallantry that seemed to rise with his desperate condition, rode from rank to rank, and from post to post, encouraging, cheering, and driving his men. At length, he found his army pressed, and actually huddled together near the summit of the mountain, and falling as fast as the Americans could load and shoot. He determined on one more charge, and, taking his position at the head of his cavalry, and with a voice that was heard loud above the roar of battle, summoned his men to crush the damned rebels into the earth. There was a pause for a moment, and one round of the Americans was stopped. Instead of the roar of their rifles, there was heard only the click of the lock it was the serpent's low warning of coming death. The pause was but for a moment, when Ferguson and Dupoistre, horse and foot, burst like an avalanche down the mountain's side. Before they came within sixty paces of the American line, every rifle was loaded and under deadly aim. Ferguson was in front, and fell at the first discharge, with seven mortal wounds. The patriots rushed forward to meet the shock as Dupoistre's regulars, with set bayonets and sabres in rest, came crushing down upon them. Not Agincourt nor Cressy, with all their chivalry, ever felt a shock more fearful than that ; but had the heavens rained British bayonets, it would not have stopped these patriots. The destinies of America, perhaps of mankind, depended on their muscle. Like martyrs, they went to the death like lions they rushed to the carnage. Officer and soldier, with blood-shot eyes and parched tongues, bounded upon the huddling enemy until their fierce glare and hot breath could be seen and felt by the craven Tory and his bull-dog master ; and at the moment they were crouching together for the last spring, a wild, terror-stricken shriek rose above the battle a yell for quarter. A white flag was run up, arms thrown down, and God s champions shouted, Victory ! Liberty ! That shout echoed from the mountain to the sea, and far along the shore to where the majestic Washington sat almost weeping over the s;id horrors of the South. His great heart leaped with prophetic joy as this beam of hope came borne on the triumphant voice of his beloved and trusted men of West Augusta ; for the men who sent that shout were the very men of whom Washing ton said he would trust to them to maintain American liberty after all else had failed He knew the mountain was the birthplace, but never the grave, of liberty. One hour sufficed for this crowning scene in the swelling drama of our Revolutionary struggle, acted by rude men from beyond unknown mountains. Not one of the enemy escaped. The force of Ferguson amounted to something over eleven hundred men, and of these two hundred and forty were killed, and two hundred wounded a strange proportion, telling the fatal story of that long small bore rifle. Over seven hundred were taken prisoners, with all their arms, ammunition, and equipments. It was a total defeat, and a capture of nearly a quarter of Cornwallis's army."

[[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] is set during the dawn of the American Revolution. There are many little details, which can be used in your games to give them a little touch of believability.
!!!Sections
*[[Ballads, Poems & Writings]]
*[[Books]]
*[[Colonists]]
*[[Card Suits]]
*[[Currency]]
*[[Disease]]
*[[Education]]
*[[Equipment]]
*[[Government]]
*[[Groups]]
*[[Libraries]]
*[[Maps]]
*[[Printing & Publishing]]
*[[Religion]]
*[[Transportation]]

|Might|6|Nimble|14|Vigor|10|
|Reason|3|Resolution|13|Actions|3|
|Vitality|40|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills
Observe [10]
!!!Abilities
''Claws''

Badger's claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Fierce''

Badgers become enraged when threatened, and they must make a Resolution Test, with Failure having them become enraged. As a result their Might and Vigor is temporarily raised by 2 Ranks, and their Vitality is temporarily increased by 15 Points. In addition, both their Resolution and Reason is temporarily lowered by 2 Ranks. Fierce lasts for 1d12 Rounds, and while in this state, the badger is immune to Fear, as well as ignores any modifiers associated with lost Vitality. As soon as the Fierce state passes, their Stats return to normal, and boosted Vitality disappears.

''Scent''

Badgers possess an acute sense of smell allowing them to track prey with ease. They are able to smell an opponent within 40-feet. If they are upwind, they are able to smell them within 80-feet, 20-feet if downwind. 

This forest creature is small and powerful, and when cornered is known for being a relentless fighter. The badger is perhaps the most deadly of all forest animals, and it is due to their ferocity.

One of the best way to get a feel for the historical time period that [[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/colonialgothic.html]] is set in, is by reading works created during the time. This section deals with that and will include a number of ballads, poems and other examples of written works from the period. Use these as examples to get a feel for language as well as for what is on the mind of the colonists.

!!!Sections
*[[Broadsides]]
*[[The Declaration of Independence]]
*[[Poetry]]
*[[Proclamations]]
*[[Songs]]

This excellent parody is attributed to Oliver Arnold, a native of Norwich, Connecticut, and a kinsman of the traitor. He wrote much doggerel during his time, some of which is quite good, and was, at the time, very popular. 

''BANKS OF THE DEE''

TWAS winter, and blue tory noses were freezing,
As they march'd o'er the land where they ought not to be;
The valiants complain'd at the fifers' curs'd wheezing,
And wish'd they'd remain'd on the banks of the Dee.
Lead on thou paid captain ! tramp on thou proud minions!
Thy ranks, basest men, shall be strung like ripe onions,
For here thou hast found heads with war like opinions,
On the shoulders of nobles who ne'er saw the Dee.

Prepare for war s conflict ; or make preparation 
For peace with the rebels, for they re brave and glee; 
Keep mindful of dying, and leave the foul nation 
That sends out its armies to brag and to flee. 
Make haste, now, and leave us thou miscreant tories! 
To Scotland repair ! there court the sad houris, 
And listen once more to their plaints and their stories 
Concerning the "glory and pride of the Dee." 

Be quiet and sober, secure and contented: 
Upon your own land, be valiant and free; 
Bless God, that the war is so nicely prevented, 
And till the green fields on the banks of the Dee. 
The Dee then will flow, all its beauty displaying, 
The lads on its banks will again be seen playing, 
And England thus honestly taxes defraying, 
With natural drafts from the banks of the Dee.

This disease is one that strikes those who drink alcoholic beverages. Specifically this disease strikes Colonists who drink to excess.

|Might|1|Nimble|15|Vigor|3|
|Reason|2|Resolution|13|Actions|1|
|Vitality|Special|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [10], Stealth [16]
!!!Abilities
''Flight''

Bats are able to fly 60-feet/Round.

''Night Vision''

Bats are able to see in the dark, as easy as they can see in full daylight. They ignore all penalties while fighting in the dark.

''Swarm''

Bats are able to Swarm and because of this are handled as a group instead of as n individual creature. The reason is that Swarming gives weaker creatures a chance to stand up to tougher creatures. Creatures that Swarm have Vitality equal to their number, thus if there are 20 Bats, their Vitality would be 20. As the swarm takes damage, an equal number of bats are killed. In addition, creatures that swarm cause damage based on their numbers. Damage for Swarms is as follows:

|1-25|Creatures 1d12 Damage|
|26-50|Creatures 2d12 Damage|
|51-75|Creatures 3d12 Damage|
|76-100|Creatures 4d12 Damage|

Bats are nocturnal creatures that many link to the supernatural. They are seen as creatures that desire blood and many consider their appearance to be a sign that is close by. Bats are found throughout the colonies, and the Mandoag view bats as being lucky. It is this that leads many to see the bat as being evil.

Numerous songs, odes, epigrams and pasquinades, commemorating this battle, appeared during the war. We have several loyal productions upon this subject ; but they are too profane and corrupt for publication at the present time. The author of the one subjoined is unknown. The Earl Dorset's lyric //Fire of Love//, which was very popular at the period of the Revolution, is, probably, the song upon which this was modeled.

''BATTLE OF TRENTON''

ON Christmas day in seventy-six,
Our ragged troops with bayonets fix'd,
For Trenton marched away.
The Delaware see ! the boats below!
The light obscured by hail and snow!

But no signs of dismay.
Our object was the Hessian band,
That dared invade fair freedom's land,
And quarter in that place.
Great Washington he led us on,
Whose streaming flag, in storm or sun,
Had never known disgrace.

In silent march we pass'd the night,
Each soldier panting for the fight,
Though quite benumb'd with frost.
Greene, on the left, at six began,
The right was led by Sullivan,
Who ne'er a moment lost

Their pickets storm'd, the alarm was spread,
That rebels risen from the dead
Were marching into town.
Some scamper'd here, some scamper'd there,
And some for action did prepare;
But soon their arms laid down.

Twelve hundred servile miscreants,
With all their colors, guns, and tents,
Were trophies of the day.
The frolic o'er, the bright canteen,
In centre, front, and rear was seen
Driving fatigue away.

Now, brothers of the patriot bands,
Let's sing deliverance from the hands
Of arbitrary sway.
And as our life is but a span,
Let's touch the tankard while we can,
In memory of that day.

David Bushnell is the inventor of the //American Torpedo//, and other submarine machinery. On January, 1778 Bushnell, prepared a number of ''infernals'' -- as the British termed them -- and set them afloat in the Delaware River, a few miles above Philadelphia. He did this in order to harass royal shipping. The ''infernals'' were constructed from kegs, filled with powder, and arranged to explode as soon as they came in contact with anything floating along with the tide.

Upon seeing them British sailors and troops became alarmed. In order to destroy them they had no choice but to fire at them every time they saw them floating in the river during ebb tide.

''BATTLE OF THE KEGS.''

GALLANTS attend, and hear a friend,
Trill forth harmonious ditty,
Strange things I'll tell, which late befell,
In Philadelphia city.

'Twas early day, as poets say,
Just when the sun was rising,
A soldier stood, on a log of wood,
And saw a thing surprising.

As in amaze he stood to gaze,
The truth can't be denied, sir,
He spied a score of kegs or more,
Come floating down the tide sir.

A sailor, too, in jerkin blue,
This strange appearance viewing,
First damn'd his eyes, in great surprise,
Then said, "some mischief s brewing.

"These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold.
Packed up like pickled herring,
And they're come down, t' attack the town,
In this new way of ferrying."

The soldier flew, the sailor too,
And scared almost to death, sir,
Wore out their shoes to spread the news,
And ran till out of breath, sir.

Now up and down, throughout the town,
Most frantic scenes were acted ;
And some ran here, and others there,
Like men almost distracted.

Some fire cried, which some denied,
But said the earth had quaked;
And girls and boys, with hideous noise,
Ran through the streets half naked.

Sir William, he, snug as a flea,
Lay all this time a snoring;
Nor dreamed of harm, as he lay warm,
In bed with -- -- .

Now in a fright, he starts upright,
Awak'd by such a clatter;
He rubs his eyes, and boldly cries,
"For God s sake, what s the matter?"

At his bedside, he then espied,
Sir Erskine at command, sir,
Upon one foot he had one boot,
And t'other in his hand, sir.

"Arise ! arise, Sir Erskine cries,
The rebels -- more's the pity --
Without a boat, are all afloat,
And rang'd before the city.

"The motley crew, in vessels new,
With Satan for their guide, sir,
Packed up in bags, or wooden kegs,
Come driving down the tide, sir.

"Therefore prepare for bloody war;
These kegs must all be routed,
Or surely we despis'd shall He,
And British courage doubted."

The royal band, now ready stand,
All ranged in dread array, sir,
With stomachs stout, to see it out,
And make a bloody day, sir.

The cannons roar from shore to shore,
The small arms make a rattle;
Since wars began, I m sure no man
Ere saw so strange a battle.

The rebel dales, the rebel vales,
With rebel trees surrounded,
The distant woods, the hills and floods,
With rebel echoes sounded.

The fish below swam to and fro,
Attack'd from every quarter;
Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay,
'Mongst folks above the water.

The kegs, 'tis said, though strongly made
Of rebel staves and hoops, sir,
Could not oppose their powerful foes,
The conquering British troops, sir.

From morn till night, these men of might
Display'd amazing courage;
And when the sun was fairly down,
Retir'd to sup their porridge.

An hundred men, with each a pen,
Or more, upon my word, sir,
It is most true would be too few,
Their valor to record, sir.

Such feats did they perform that day,
Against those wicked kegs, sir,
That years to come, if they get home,
They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.

|Might|13|Nimble|9|Vigor|12|
|Reason|3|Resolution|8|Actions|2|
|Vitality|60|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Brawl [13], Observe [8]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A black bear’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Claws''

A black bear’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Scent''

Black bears possess an acute sense of smell allowing them to track prey with ease. They are able to smell an opponent within 60-feet. If they are upwind, they are able to smell them within 120-feet, 30-feet if downwind. 

Native to the northern portions of the colonies, black bears, despite their small stature, are the most dangerous of the bears found in the wilds.

|Might|15|Nimble|9|Vigor|14|
|Reason|3|Resolution|8|Actions|2|
|Vitality|60|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Brawl [15], Observe [10]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A brown bear’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Claws''

A brown bear’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Hug''

In order to use this ability the bear must make a successful Brawl Test to grab their opponent. Those trapped, can try to break free by making a successful Might Test. For every round trapped in the hug the opponent suffers a cumulative -1 to the Test. For example if the opponent has been in the hug for 3 Rounds they would suffer a -3 to the Test. Damage for a Hug is equal to the creature’s Might, and an opponent in a hug takes this damage each round they are trapped.

''Scent''

Brown bears posses an acute sense of smell allowing them to track prey with ease. They are able to smell an opponent within 60-feet. If they are upwind, they are able to smell them within 120-feet, 30-feet if downwind. 

Native to the frontier and the northern portions of the colonies, brown bears are not as furious as their size makes them appear to be. That is not saying, that if cornered, or endanger, a brown bear is not deadly, they are, and many have killed an unsuspecting frontiersmen or warrior.

Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Others, Self

This Ritual was developed by the Ministère de la Magie pour la Préservation du Soleil Trône in 1631 as a means to aid the French diplomatic corps. This Ritual was guarded closely, but knowledge of it leaked out in 1721 in a small book titled La Magie des Arts et les Arts de la Magie, but Benoît de la Nord. Though the Ministère de la Magie tired to suppress knowledge of this Ritual, it was quickly spread, and many learned it. This Ritual, when cast, magically enhances a person’s beauty, aiding them in negotiations.

A Successful casting of this Ritual gives a person a +1 (+2 for a Critical Success) to all Diplomacy Tests for a number of Rounds equal to the caster’s Resolution. Failing the Ritual Test, a person suffers a -1 (-2 for a Critical Failure) to all Diplomacy Tests for a number of Rounds equal to the caster’s Resolution. A Critical Failure gives a person a -4 to all Diplomacy Tests.

|Might|4|Nimble|9|Vigor|6|
|Reason|5|Resolution|9|Actions|2|
|Vitality|25|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [8]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A beaver’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

The beaver are prized for their pelts, and are found throughout the colonies.

Benjamin Dearborn is the printer of the //''Freeman s Journal, or New Hampshire Gazette''//, in which many fine songs are published. It is thought he has written the following:

The Printer has for sale within, 
Kettles and cups, all formed of tin : 
To such as want a service-cup, 
Just open the door and hasten up! 
-- //Pennsylvania Packet//

|Might|8|Nimble|10|Vigor|11|
|Reason|14|Resolution|12|Actions|2|
|Faith|2|Sanity|46|Vitality|48|
!!!Skills
Intimidate [12]; Language—English [14]; Wakasham [Fluent]; Profession—Tracking [14]; Ritual—Strike True [15]; Sense [14]
!!!Gear
Tomahwak, Hunter's bag, Linen shirt, Buckskin breeches, Moccasins
!!!Background
Born along the frontier, in the colony of Georgia, Wallace's family worked the land, and came to the colony looking for a new start. When Wallace was born it was thought that the Lord had granted them their wish. The wish of promise and a new beginning. Sadly, during Wallaceâ€™s fourth year of life, a Shawnee war party attacked colonist living along the frontier. His family killed, Wallace was taken by the shaman. His name changed to Black Cloud of Winter, Wallace learned from the shaman the ways of magic. Raised by the Shawnee, Wallace grew to see the evil, and saw it as a tool to gain power. Black Cloud of Winter knows his destiny, and that is to usher darkness into the hearts of man.

Black Magic, like [[White Magic]], has always existed. This magic find its’ roots in a time prior to recorded history, when both men and women sought to make pacts with evil spirits in the hopes of obtaining power. When Black Magic, became a system of magic to be learned and used, no one really knows. There is evidence that the first use of Black Magic is traceable back to the time of Phoenicians, who taught the art of summon demons to the culture that would become known as Babylonian.

For centuries Black Magic stayed in the shadows and it was there that those skilled in the art grew in power, and passed their knowledge on to others. When the Persian Empire grew to encompass much of the world, the Magi learned from the Black Mages, and used the art to support the empire. Many of these Magi attempted to codify many of the rituals and spells, but these early works have been lost to antiquity. When Alexander the Great conquered the Persian Empire, many of these works were translated into Greek, though scholars passed these works off as nothing more than foolishness. Still many who saw Black Magic as a means to acquire power studied the teachings and techniques.

When Rome grew to become the mighty empire that it once was, Black Magic found a place to take root. It was here, in the empire where anything and everything was accepted, that new masters of the art appeared. The greatest of these were Verum, and it was his work that transformed Black Magic into something more powerful. Dedicating his life to the art, Verum discovered the method of trapping part of a spirits essence in a talisman, so that it could be released at a later time. These talismans allowed a Black Mage to be able to have access to power, without the need of spending time performing a ritual. Verum codified his method in 45 scrolls, that listed not only how to create the talismans, but gave instructions on how to craft 45 different ones. When Rome fell, these scrolls were lost, but in 1413 a small book titled //Grand Grimoire//, was discovered. Complied by Antonia Venitiuna del Rabina, the //Grand Grimoire// contained the rites and practices tracing their roots back to Verum. Only a few of these talismans actually exist, and there are rumors of many more that Verum created, but their method of creation has been lost.

Your Hero suffers from flowing fluids, which lasts for 4 days. As a result your Hero looses 1 Vitality each day, and -1 to all Tests while sick.

|Might|13|Nimble|10|Vigor|16|
|Reason|2|Resolution|12|Actions|2|
|Vitality|70|Fear|-1| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [8]
!!!Abilities
''Fierce''
Boars become enraged when they are threatened, and they must make a Resolution Test, with Failure having them become enraged. As a result their Might and Vigor is temporarily raised by 2 Ranks, and their Vitality is temporarily increased by 15 Points. In addition, both their Resolution and Reason is temporarily lowered by 2 Ranks. Fierce lasts for 1d12 Rounds, and while in this state, the boar is immune to Fear, as well as ignores any modifiers associated with lost Vitality. As soon as the Fierce state passes, their Stats return to normal, and boosted Vitality disappears.

''Gore''

Boars are able to use their tusks to attack an opponent. A Gore does Might+1 in damage.

Though many have not encountered them in the wild, boars are deadly and pose a risk to the unsuspecting traveler.

* [[Alternate Rules for Books in Colonial Gothic]]
* [[Books in Colonial Gothic: Secrets]]
* [[New Books for use in Colonial Gothic]]

!!Books in Colonial Gothic: Secrets
Additions by Neal Dalton

With the new rules presented in [[Alternate Rules for Books in Colonial Gothic]] the books found in [[Colonial Gothic: Secrets|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16609&cat=0&page=1]] need one little addition. What follows is the ''Time to Read'' added to the books found in that supplement. What follows are the titles of each book, and in paraenthesis is TR and a number. This is the number of hours it takes to read the book. Also included are links to examples of the book.

!!!Books
* //A Treatise of the System of the World//, (TR 12, [[Preview of text on Google Books (possible game aid)|http://books.google.com/books?id=rEYUAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=A+Treatise+of+the+System+of+the+World&ei=4AxQSvH8GYzcygTsiOzdAg]])
* //Aim of the Sage//, (TR 24)
* //Arcana Coelestia//, (TR 24, [[Preview of text on Google Books (possible game aid, there is a preview of an 1840 printing in Latin)|http://books.google.com/books?id=Y4wuAAAAYAAJ&pg=PT6&dq=Arcana+Coelestia&ei=6wtQSqbKAaeEyATSzKz1Ag]]
* //Baal ha-Turim//, (TR 12)
* //Book of Navigation//, (TR 12)	
* //Book of the Composition of Alchemy//, (TR 12)
* //Book of the Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage//, (TR 12, [[Preview of text on Google Books (possible game aid, in English, not Hebrew)|http://books.google.com/books?id=nzyhfKSTtOIC&pg=PP1&dq=Book+of+the+Sacred+Magic+of+Abra-Melin+the+Mage&ei=XwpQStjBLqr0ygT9gtTrBg]]
* //Chaldean Oracles//, (TR 6)
* //The Chronology of Ancient Kingdoms//, (TR 24, [[Preview of text on Google Books (possible game aid)|http://books.google.com/books?id=9ITOAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=The+Chronology+of+Ancient+Kingdoms&ei=AApQSvOEJIXuzATItfnuAg))
* //Compendium Heptarchiae Mysticae//, (TR 12)	
* //Compendium Maleficarum//, (TR 24, [[Preview of text on Google Books (possible game aid)|http://books.google.com/books?id=9ITOAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=The+Chronology+of+Ancient+Kingdoms&ei=AApQSvOEJIXuzATItfnuAg]]
* //De Auctore Spherae//, (TR 12)
* //De Confessionibus Maleficarum et Sagarum//, (TR 12)
* //De Hierachia Coelestia//, (TR 12)
* //De Magia//, (TR 24)
* //De Mysteriis Aegyptiorum et Chaldaeorum et Assyriorum//, (TR 24, [[Preview of text on Google Books (possible game aid)|http://books.google.com/books?id=8HgPAAAAQAAJ&pg=PP5&dq=De+Mysteriis+Aegyptiorum+et+Chaldaeorum+et+Assyriorum&source=gbs_selected_pages&cad=3]]
* //De Nigromancia//, (TR 6)
* //De Occulta Philosophia//, (TR 24, [[Google Books has a preview of volume 3 (starts on page 62, possible game aid)|http://books.google.com/books?id=dCARYHTxmeIC&printsec=frontcover&dq=De+Occulta+Philosophia&ei=kQZQSsXgJ5bozATkj53yAg]]
* //De Orbe Novo Decades Octo//, (TR 12)	
* //Der von Mose und denen Propheten ubel urtheilende Alchymist//, (TR 12)
* //Flagellum  Daemonum;  Fstis  Daemonum//, (TR 24)
* //Historiæ  Aliquot  Transmutationis  Metallicae//, (TR 6)
* //Le Grand Grimoire//, (TR 12)
* //Lectiones Opticae//, (TR 12)
* //Lexicon Technicium, A Universal Dictionary  of  Arts and Sciences//, (TR 24)
* //The Marrow of  Alchemy//, (TR 6)
* //Micrographia Restaurata	//, (TR 6)

Originally this road was known as Nemaolin's Path, and leads from Cumberland, Maryland to a trading post of the Ohio Company of Virginia. During the French and Indian War, Major General Edward Braddock left Fort Cumberland with 600 soldiers and worked widening the road leading from Maryland, into western Pennsylvania. The road was constructed twelve-feet wide allowing for horse drawn wagons to move supplies needed for the army efficiently. Once completed, the road became the first one crossing the Appalachian Mountains. This road is also thought by many to be one of the main factors opening the Frontier. This road also allowed for the easy transportation of goods into and out of the Frontier.

The incidents connected with the capture and trial of [[Major Andre|http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Andr%C3%A9]] are well known. Many songs were, and have been written, talking about his fate. This one comes from a ballad-sheet printed in 1783. 

''BRAVE PAULDING AND THE SPY.''

COME all you brave Americans, 
And unto me give ear, 
And I'll sing you a ditty 
That will your spirits cheer, 
Concerning a young gentleman 
Whose age was twenty-two; 
He fought for North America, 
His heart was just and true. 

They took him from his dwelling, 
And they did him confine, 
They cast him into prison, 
And kept him there a time. 
But he with resolution 
Resolv'd not long to stay; 
He set himself at liberty, 
And soon he ran away. 

He with a scouting-party 
Went down to Tarrytown, 
Where he met a British officer, 
A man of high renown; 
Who says unto these gentlemen, 
"You're of the British cheer, 
I trust that you can tell me 
If there s any danger near?" 

Then up stept this young hero, 
John Paulding was his name, 
"Sir, tell us where you're going, 
And, also, whence you came?" 
"I bear the British flag, sir ; 
I've a pass to go this way, 
I m on an expedition, 
And have no time to stay." 

Then round him came this company, 
And bid him to dismount; 
"Come, tell us where you re going, 
Give us a strict account; 
For we are now resolved, 
That you shall ne'er pass by." 
Upon examination 
They found he was a spy. 

He begged for his liberty, 
He plead for his discharge, 
And oftentimes he told them, 
If they'd set him at large, 
"Here's all the gold and silver 
I have laid up in store, 
But when I reach the city, 
I'll give you ten times more." 

"I want not the gold and silver 
You have laid up in store, 
And when you get to New York, 
You need not send us more; 
But you may take your sword in hand 
To gain your liberty 
And if that you do conquer me 
O, then you shall be free." 

"The time it is improper 
Our valor for to try, 
For if we take our swords in hand, 
Then one of us must die ; 
I am a man of honor, 
With courage true and bold, 
And I fear not the man of clay, 
Although he's cloth'd in gold." 

He saw that his conspiracy 
Would soon be brought to light ; 
He begg'd for pen and paper, 
And asked leave to write 
A line to General Arnold, 
To let him know his fate, 
And beg for his assistance ; 
But now it was too late. 

When the news it came to Arnold, 
It put him in a fret ; 
He walk'd the room in trouble, 
Till tears his cheek did wet ; 
The story soon went through the camp, 
And also through the fort ; 
And he called for the Vulture 
And sailed for New York. 

Now Arnold to New York is gone, 
A-fighting for his king, 
And left poor Major Andre 
On the gallows for to swing ; 
When he was executed, 
He looked both meek and mild ; 
He look'd upon the people, 
And pleasantly he smil'd. 

It mov'd each eye with pity, 
Caus'd every heart to bleed, 
And every one wish'd him releas'd 
And Arnold in his stead. 

He was a man of honor, 
In Britain he was born ; 
To die upon the gallows 
Most highly he did scorn. 

A bumper to John Pauldiug! 
Now let your voices sound, 
Fill up your flowing glasses, 
And drink his health around; 
Also to those young gentlemen 
Who bore him company ; 
Success to North America, 
Ye sons of liberty!

Colonists suffering from this disease often have blood in their urine. As to the cause of this disease current Colonial and Old World Medicine is not certain as to what causes. For some, those suffering from this disease are thought to have done an act of evil. Other's feel that it is due to the body having too much blood and the body is seeking to expel it from the body. The most common treatment is to bleed the suffer to help drain excess blood from the body.

First published in the //Royal Gazette//, the following remarks accompanied it:

>//Observing in a late paper a song written for the British Light Infantry, introduced with a hint that they had not hitherto received their merited tribute from the muses, I take the liberty of making them the tender of a second musical offering, which, though never yet published, has been frequently sung and re-echoed, in loyal companies, for many months past in this city; nor will the offering,  perhaps, be the less welcome, for being presented in a plain, unornamented dress, and by the hand of a loyal American refugee//. 

''BRITISH LIGHT INFANTRY''

FOR battle prepared in their country s just cause, 
Their king to avenge and support all his laws; 
As fierce as a tiger, as swift as the roe, 
The British Light Infantry rush on their foe. 

Though rebels ummmber'd oppose their career, 
Their hearts are undaunted; they're strangers to fear ; 
No obstacles hinder; resistless they go, 
And death and destruction attend every blow. 

'Cross the deep-gullied vale, up the mountain's steep side, 
Through the rough foaming river s impetuous tide, 
O'er the fortified redoubt, close wedged in array, 
Regardless of safety they follow their prey. 

The alarm of the drum and the cannon s loud roar; 
The musket's quick flash, but inflames them the more. 
No dangers appal, for they fear no control, 
But glory and conquest inspires every soul. 

Whenever their foe stands arrang'd in their sight, 
With ardor impatient they pant for the fight; 
Rout, havoc, confusion they spread through the field, 
And rebellion and treason are forced to yield.

*[[About Savannah, 1779]]
*[[Thy Thousands Slain, 1775]]

First published June, 1841 in //Iris//, the original existed in the manuscript form in the files of George H. Moore, one of //Iris'// editors. It is a resume of the losses of the British army during the northern campaign which terminated at Saratoga, and, as will he noticed because the results are in round numbers. 

''BURGOYNE'S OVERTHROW AT SARATOGA''

HERE followeth the direful fate 
Of Burgoyne and his army great, 
Who so proudly did display 
The terrors of despotic sway. 
His power, and pride, and many threats, 
Have been brought low by fort'nate Gates, 
To bend to the United States. 

British prisoners by Convention, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  2442 
Foreigners by Contra-vention, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2198 
Tories sent across the Lake, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  1100 
Burgoyne and suite, in state, . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . .    12 
Sick and wounded, bruised and pounded, 
Ne'er so much before confounded, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  528
Prisoners of war before Convention, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 400 
Deserters come with kind intention, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 300 
They lost at Bennington's great battle,  
Where glorious Starke's arms did rattle, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1220
Killed in September and October, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  600 
Ta'en by brave Brown, some drunk, some sober, . . . . . . . . . 413 
Slain by high-famed Herkerman,
On both flanks, on rear and van, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  300 
Indians, suttlers, and drovers, 
Enough to crowd large plains all over, 
And those whom grim Death did prevent 
From fighting against our continent;
And also those who stole away, 
Lest down their arms they should lay, 
Abhorring that obnoxious day; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4413
The whole make fourteen thousand men, 
Who may not with us fight again, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 14,000 

This is a pretty just account 
Of Burgoyne's legions whole amount, 
Who came across the Northern Lakes 
To desolate our happy States. 
Their brass cannons we have got all --
Fifty-six -- both great and small; 
And ten thousand stand of arms, 
To prevent all future harms; 
Stores and implements complete, 
Of workmanship exceeding neat;
Covered wagons in great plenty, 
And proper harness, no way scanty. 
Among our prisoners there are 
Six Generals, of fame most rare; 
Six members of their Parliament --
Reluctantly they seem content; 
Three British Lords, and Lord Bellcaras, 
Who came, our country free to harass. 
Two Baronets of high extraction, 
Were sorely wounded in the action.

On July 4, 1777, General Burgoyne issued a proclamation from his camp, near Ticonderoga, with the intent to spread terror among the Americans. However since his proclamation was so pompous and over-the-top, it became the subject of ridicule and derision. 

''BURGOYNE'S PROCLAMATION''

BY John Burgoyne, and Burgoyne, John, Esq., 
And grac'd with titles still more higher, 
For I'm Lieutenant-general, too, 
Of George's troops both red and blue, 
On this extensive continent; 
And of Queen Charlotte's regiment 
Of light dragoons the Colonel; 
And Governor eke of Castle Wil -- 
And furthermore, when I ain there, 
In House of Commons I appear, 
[Hoping ere long to be a Peer.] 
Being a member of that virtuous band 
Who always vote at North's command; 
Directing too the fleet and troops 
From Canada as thick as hops; 
And all my titles to display, 
I'll end with thrice et cetera. 

The troops consign'd to my command 
Like Hercules to purge the land, 
Intend to act in combination 
With th' other forces of the nation, 
Displaying wide thro' every quarter 
What Britain's justice would be after. 
It is not difficult to show it, 
And every mother s son must know it, 
That what she meant at first to gain 
By requisitions and chicane, 
She's now determin'd to acquire 
By kingly reason; sword and fire.
 
I can appeal to all your senses, 
Your judgments, feelings, tastes and fancies; 
Your ears and eyes have heard and seen, 
How causeless this revolt has been; 
And what a dust your leaders kick up ; 
In this rebellious civil hickup, 
And how, upon this curs'd foundation, 
Was rear'd the system of vexation 
Over a stubborn generation. 

But now inspired with patriot love 
I come th' oppression to remove; 
To free you from the heavy clog 
Of every tyrant demagogue. 
Who for the most romantic story, 
Claps into limbo loyal Tory, 
All hurly burly, hot and hasty, 
Without a writ to hold him fast by; 
Nor suffers any living creature, 
[Led by the dictates of his nature,] 
To fight in green for Britain's cause, 
Or aid us to restore her laws; 
In short, the vilest generation 
Which in vindictive indignation,
Almighty vengeance ever hurl'd 
From this to the infernal world. 
A Tory cannot move his tongue, 
But whip, in prison he is flung, 
His goods and chattels, made a prey. 
By those vile mushrooms of a day, 
He's tortur'd too, and scratch'd and bit, 
And plung'd into a dreary pit; 
Where he must suffer sharper doom, 
Than e'er was hatched by Church of Rome. 
These things are done by rogues, who dare 
Profess to breathe in Freedom's air. 
To petticoats alike and breeches 
Their cruel domination stretches, 
For the sole crime, or sole suspicion 
[What worse is done by th' inquisition?] 
Of still adhering to the crown, 
Their tyrants striving to kick down, 
Who by perverting law and reason, 
Allegiance construe into treason. 
Religion too is often made 
A stalking horse io drive the trade, 
And warring churches dare implore, 
Protection from th' Almighty pow'r; 

They fast and pray : in Providence 
Profess to place their confidence; 
And vainly think the Lord of all 
Regards our squabbles on this ball; 
Which would appear as droll in Britain 
As any whim that one could hit on; 
Men's consciences are set at naught, 
Nor reason valued at a groat; 
And they that will not swear and fight, 
Must sell their all, and say good night. 

By such important views there pres't to, 
I issue this my manifesto. 
I, the great knight of de la Mancha, 
Without 'Squire Carleton, my Sancho, 
Will tear you limb from limb asunder, 
With cannon, blunderbuss and thunder; 
And spoil your feathering and your tarring; 
And cagg you up for pickled herring. 
In front of troops as spruce as beaux, 
And ready to lay on their blows, 
I ll spread destruction far and near; 
And where I cannot kill, I'll spare, 
Inviting, by these presents, all, 
Both young and old, and great and small, 
And rich and poor, and Whig and Tory, 
In cellar deep, or lofty story; 
Where'er my troops at my command 
Shall swarm like locusts o'er the land. 
(And they shall march from the North Pole 
As far, at least, as Pensacole,) 
So break off their communications, 
That I can save their habitations; 
For finding that Sir William's plunders, 
Prove in the event apparent blunders, 
It is my full determination, 
To check all kinds of depredation; 
But when I've got you in my pow'r, 
Favor'd is he, I last devour. 

From him who loves a quiet life, 
And keeps at home to kiss his wife, 
And drinks success to king Pigmalion, 
And calls all Congresses Rabscallion, 
With neutral stomach eats his supper, 
Nor deems the contest worth a copper; 
I will not defalcate a groat, 
Nor force his wife to cut his throat; 
But with his doxy he may stay, 
And live to fight another day; 
Drink all the cider he has made, 
And have to boot, a green cockade. 
But as I like a good Sir Loin, 
And mutton chop whene'er I dine, 
And my poor troops have long kept Lent, 
Not for religion, but for want, 
Whoe'er secretes cow, bull or ox, 
Or shall presume to hide his flocks; 
Or with felonious hand eloign 
Pig, duck, or gosling from Burgoyne, 
Or dare to pull the bridges down, 
My boys to puzzle or to drown; 
Or smuggle hay, or plough, or harrow, 
Cart, horses, wagons or wheelbarrow; 
Or thwart the path, lay straw or switch, 
As folks are wont to stop a witch, 
I'll hang him as the Jews did Haman; 
And smoke his carcase for a gammon. 
I'll pay in coin for what I eat, 
Or Continental counterfeit. 
But what's more "likely still, I shall 
(So fare my troops,) not pay at all. 
With the most Christian spirit fir'd,
 
And by true soldiership inspir'd, 
I speak as men do in a passion 
To give my speech the more impression. 
If any should so harden'd be, 
As to expect impunity, 
Because procul a fulmine, 
I will let loose the dogs of Hell, 
Ten thousand Indians, who shall yell, 
And foam and tear, and grin and roar, 
And drench their moccasins in gore; 
To these I'll give full scope and play 
From Ticonderog to Florida; 
They'll scalp your heads, and kick your shins, 
And rip your -- , and flay your skins, 
And of your ears be nimble croppers, 
And make your thumbs tobacco-stoppers. 
If after all these loving warnings, 
My wishes and my bowels yearnings, 
You shall remain as deaf as adder, 
Or grow with hostile rage the madder, 
I swear by George, and by St. Paul 
I will exterminate you all. 
Subscrib'd with my manual sign 
To test these presents, John Burgoyne. 

''Note:'' In the original version of his proclamation, Burgoyne was even more long winded when it came to his titles. According to some accounts, he announced:

John Burgoyne, Esq., Lieutenant-general of his Majesty's armies in America, Colonel of the Queen's regiment of light dragoons, Governor of fort William in North Britain, one of the representatives of the Commons of Great Britain in Parliament, and commanding an army and fleet employed on an e'cpedition from Canada, &c. &c. &c.

On the surrender of the British army in the autumn of 1777, Governor William Livingston, of New Jersey, proposed to exchange Burgoyne, "...in such a manner as would, at the same time, flatter his vanity, and redound to the greatest emolument of America." He proposed to detain him until "...we can get in exchange for him, one Esquire, two Major-generals, three Colonels of light horse, two Governors, one member of Congress, the Admiral of our navy, one Commander-in-chief, in a separate department, and six privates."

YE Yankees who, mole-like, still throw up the earth, 
And like them, to your follies are blind from your birth ; 
Attempt not to hold British troops at defiance, 
True Britons, with whom you pretend an alliance. 

Mistake not ; such blood ne er run in your veins, 
'Tis no more than the dregs, the lees, or the drains: 
Ye affect to talk big of your hourly, attacks; 
Come on ! and I'll warrant, we ll soon see your backs. 

Such threats of bravadoes serve only to warm 
The true British hearts, you ne er can alarm; 
The Lion once rous'd, will strike such a terror, 
Shall show you, poor fools, your presumption and error. 

And the time will soon come when your whole rebel race 
Will be drove from the lands, nor dare show your face: 
Here s a health to great George, may he fully determine, 
To root from the earth all such insolent vermin.

This is an old term to describe a hernia or a rupture.

This disease is commonly contracted from the poor sanitary conditions found in camps or areas where large groups of people are camping. This disease is now known as Typhus.

Clubs = Arrows, Might

Diamonds = Stars, Vigor

Hearts = Tin cups, Resolution

Spades = Sabers, Reason

This appeared on broadsides printed after the events that history now knows as the Boston Massacre (March 5, 1770).

''Castle Island Song''

You simple Bostonians, I'd have you beware, 
Of your Liberty Tree, I would have you take care, 
For if that we chance to return to the town, 
Your houses and stores will come tumbling down. 
Derry down, down, hey derry down. 

If you will not agree to Old England s laws, 
I fear that King Hancock will soon get the ''yaws'' : 
But he need not fear, for I swear we will, 
For the want of a doctor give him a hard pill. 

A brave reinforcement, we soon think to get ; 
Then we will make you poor pumpkins to sweat : 
Oar drums they'll rattle, and then you will run 
To the devil himself, from the sight of a gun. 

Our fleet and our army, they soon will arrive, 
Then to a bleak island, you shall not us drive. 
In every house, you shall have three or four, 
And if that will not please you, you shall have half a score. 
Derry down, down, hey derry clown.

|Might|2|Nimble|14|Vigor|9|
|Reason|3|Resolution|11|Actions|3|
|Vitality|25|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Stealth [15], Observe [10]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A house cat’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Claws''

A house cat’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Night Vision''

House cats are able to see in the dark, as easy as they can see in full daylight. They ignore all penalties while fighting in the dark.

Housecats are a common sight among the farms and houses of the Colonies. Cats serve an important role and that is to keep mice and rats under control. Black cats, however, are seen as being creatures of the Devil, and tools of witches.

Though the number of Catholics found in the Colonies has never been large, they are present and free to practice their beliefs. The greatest concentration of Catholics is in the colony of [[Maryland]] and this is due to the colony’s founding. Because Catholics were persecuted in England, Catholics looked to the New World as a place where they could escape and safely practice their religious faith. Taking a cue from the Puritans, Catholics sought and won a charter to colonize the New World, and found the colony of [[Maryland]] which became the first colony were Catholicism was tolerated.

Though still not as widely practiced as other religions, Catholicism is still the primary religion in [[Maryland]], and is accepted in [[Pennsylvania]] (which is always tolerant to many ideas and concepts, due to the colonies Quaker origins). Though the days of open hostility is over, there are still some who fear Catholics, as well as harboring deep rooted bigotry toward it. With the growing tensions between England and the Colonies however, this tension has been ignored, for more important issues.

Your Hero suffers from nonstop coughing. The effect of this is that the Hero suffers a -1 to all Tests. Chin Cough lasts for 12 days, and at the end of that time your Hero can make a Body Test. Success has them finished with the disease, while failure has them suffer for another d12 days. A Critical Success has your Hero become immune to this disease, while a Critical Failure has the disease last for 2d12 days.

More clothing options for the better dressed Hero.

Bonnet, Cotton    12s 8p

Bonnet, Full Trim    7s 6p

Bonnet, Linen    6s

Bonnet, Silk    £1 10s

Bonnet, Wool    5s 4p

Boots, Jockey    £1 15s

Breeches    £1

Buckles, Silver Shoe    £1 5s

Buckles, Silver Shoe and Knee    £5

Buckskin Breeches    10s

Cap, Leather    3s 9p

Cap, Linen    8p

Cap, Velvet    2s 6p

Cap, Worsted    4p

Cloak    19s 4p

Cloak, broadcloth    15s

Cloak, Satin    £3 5s 1p

Cloak, Silk    £2

Cloak, Silk    15s

Coat, Great    £2

Coat, Wool    £1 5s

Cocked Hat    12s 8p

Deerskin Moccasins    8s

Fan, Average    £5

Fan, Fine    £15

Girdle    9p

Gloves    2s

Gloves, Cotton    1s 1p

Gloves, Silk    3s

Gloves, White Kid    5s, 4p

Gown, Linen    £12 10s

Gown, Silk    £30

Handkerchief, Linen    1s 6p

Handkerchief, Silk    4s 6p

Handkerchief, Wool    1s

Hat    9s

Hat, felt    1s 6p

Hate, beaver    12s

Hatpin    2p

Hose, Threaded    1s 10p

Hose, Worsted    2s 6p

Hose, worsted    6s

Hunting Shirt    2s 1½p

Jacket    10s

Leather Belt    1s 3p

Leather Boots    12s

Leather Hat    20s

Neck Buckle, Silver    £2

Neckcloth    5s

Petticoat    £10

Shawl, Cotton    4s 5p

Shawl, Linen    8s 10p

Shawl, Silk    £5 10s

Shirt, Holls    £1

Shirt, Linen    8s

Shoes    4s 6p

Shoes, Calico    6s 5p

Shoes, Leather    3s

Shoes, Silk    £3

Stockings, Corse Worsted    1s 6p

Stockings, Cotton    £1

Stockings, Cotton    £1 5s

Stockings, Silk    6s 10p

Stockings, Threaded    5s

Suit (Includes Coat and Britches)    £6

Tricorner Hat    12s

Trousers    2s 6p

Vest, Velvet    2s 6p

Waist Coat    3s

Whig, Average    12s

White, Expensive    £10

White, Fine    £2 15s

Wrist cloth    2s

Cold Iron, contrary to popular misconception Cold Iron is not iron that is forged or work with out the aid of heat. This is a hold over from days of old, and runs counter to the evidence of the day.

Cold Iron, to put it in simple terms, is iron that has been minded from deep under the earth in regions that are steep in magical power. Cold Iron, both in its' raw state and finished state, feel cold to the touch. Even when being forged or smelted, the iron feels cold. As to how this is possible, no one is quite sure why this is the case.

What makes Cold Iron so special? Due to the fact that it is imbued with such magical power, it acts as a natural repellent to creatures of the Occult and Supernatural. In addition, when used against such creatures, it is the only way to cause them harm.
!!Uses of Cold Iron
*Nailing a horseshoe forged from Cold Iron to the entrance of a building is able to repeal evil spirits. (Game Effect: works against witches, and undead. Creatures must make a Resolution [-1] Test, with faliure having them suffer d12 damage and unable to enter the building.)
*If a cemetery is surrounded by a fence forged from Cold Iron, it will contain the dead. No undead , be it a ghoul, skeleton and the like can leave the confines of a cemetery.
*Any melee weapon (see ''Colonial Gothic Rulebook'', page 83 and 84) can be crafted out of Cold Iron. Do so increased the price by 50% .
*Can be forged into a bullet.

First appearing in the //Pennsylvania Magazine//, and it was occasionally reprinted in newspapers, as the war progressed. The melody to which it was adapted, "As Jamie gay blithe gang'd his way," probably increased its popularity.

As Collinet and Phebe sat,
Beneath a poplar grove,
The gentle youth, with fondest truth,
Was telling tales of love.

Dear blooming maid, the shepherd said,
My tender vows believe,
These downcast eyes, and artless sighs,
Can ne'er thy faith deceive.

Though some there are, from fair to fair,
Delighting wild to rove,
Such change, thou ne'er, from me canst fear,
Thy charms secure my love.

Then Phebe now, approve my vow,
By truth, by fondness press'd;
smile assume to grace thy bloom,
And make thy shepherd bless'd.

A blush o'erspread her cheek with red,
Which half she turn'd aside;
With pleasing woes, her bosom rose,
And thus the maid replied --

Dear gentle youth, I know thy truth,
And all thy arts to please;
But ah ! is this a time for bliss,
Or themes as soft as these?

While all around, we hear no sound,
But war's terrific strains!
The drum commands our arming bands,
And chides each tardy swain.

Our country's call, arouses all,
Who dare be brave and free!
My love shall crown the youth alone,
Who saves himself and me.

'Tis done ! he cried, from thy dear side,
Now quickly I'll be gone;
From love will I, to freedom fly,
A slave to thee alone.

And when I come with laurels home,
And all that freemen crave,
To crown my love, your smiles shall prove,
The fair reward the brave.

This map was uploaded to the [[Colonial Gothic Gazette Discussion Group|http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/Colonial_Gothic_Gazette/]] by member David B.

[img[Colonial America in 1754|http://www.rogue-games.net-a.googlepages.com/26ad.gif]]

The second supplement that was released (August 2008) and added to the background as well gave new magical options. Here is the run down, chapter by chapter of any changes that need to be made.
!!Chapter 1
First up, as pointed out above, Rituals are now known as spells, and there are two types of spells: Common and Arcane. All spells for the most part are unchanged. There are a few slight changes, which are designed to give both the player and the GM more information on how spells function in the game. Here are the only changes to the spells found in [[Colonial Gothic: Poor Wizard’s Grimoire|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16689&cat=0&page=1]].
!!!Common Spells
!!!!Beauty’s Face
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Others, Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Celestial Music
Actions: 3
Range: 20-foot radius
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Dispel
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others, Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Fish’s Breath
Actions: 1
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Others, Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Insight
Actions: 3
Range: Touch
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Other
Sanity: 0
!!!!Reveal
Actions: 2
Range: Feet equal to caster’s Resolution
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Shadow of the Moon
Actions: 1
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Others, Self
Sanity: 0
!!!Arcane Spells
!!!!Distant Eye
Actions: 4
Range: Special
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution ÷ 2
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 4
!!!!Prayer to The Twelve
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: 1 Hour
Performed On: Self, Others
Sanity: 3
!!!!Plague
Actions: 3
Range: Touch
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 6
!!!!Quake
Actions: 4
Range: Eyesight
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 7
!!!!Thunder
Actions: 2
Range: 50-foot radius
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 3
!!!!Transport
Actions: 5
Range: Miles equal to caster’s Resolution x2
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Self, Others
Sanity: 9
!!Chapters 2 to 4
*No changes.
!!Appendix
* Now found in the [[Colonial Gothic Rulebook|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16908&cat=0&page=1]].

[[Colonial Gothic: Secrets|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16608&cat=0&page=1]] was the first supplement released (May 2008) and it contains a lot of information and background. Some things have been merged into [[Colonial Gothic Revised|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/colonialgothic.html]], but for the most part very few changes need to be made. Here is the run down, chapter by chapter.
!!Chapter 1
* Alchemy is now part of the Magic Skill as a specialization.
* Multiple Action Rule – Gone and replaced.
* [[Books]] – Still in play. A small update is now available which deals with rules on how long it takes to read a book.
!!Chapter 2
* No changes.
!!Chapter 3
* No changes.
!!Chapter 4
First up, Rituals are now known as spells, and there are two types of spells: Common and Arcane. There are a few slight changes, which are designed to give both the player and the GM more information on how spells function in the game. Here are the only changes to the spells found in Colonial Gothic: Secrets.
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!!!!Bless
Actions: 1
Range: Touch
Duration: 1 Day
Performed On: Objects
Sanity: 0
!!!!Clear Vision
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster Resolution
Performed On: Self, Others
Sanity: 0
!!!!Covering Cloud
Actions: 4
Range: Feet equal to caster’s Resolution
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Objects
Sanity: 0
!!!!Discerning of Spirits
Actions: 3
Range: Touch
Duration: 1 Round
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 0
!!!!Gift of Tongues & Interpretation of Tongues
Actions: 2
Range: Special
Duration: Round’s equal to caster’s resolution
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Inspiration
Actions: 1
Range: 20 feet
Duration: 1 Day
Performed On: Objects
Sanity: 0
!!!!Shield
Actions: 1
Range: Sight
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 0
!!!!Spirit of the Fire
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Hours equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Self, Others
Sanity: 0
!!!Arcane Spells
!!!!Animate Dead
Actions: 8
Range: Special
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 10
!!!!Bone Dance
Actions: 6
Range: Special
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 8
!!!!Grace of Healing
Actions: 5
Range: 1 Person
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 4
!!!!Form the Cloud
Actions: 6
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Self
Sanity: 6
!!!!Healing Wind
Actions: 3
Range: Touch
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 5
!!!!Invocation of the Stone
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Self, Others
Sanity: 3
!!!!Mark
Actions: 1
Range: Special
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Object
Sanity: 2
!!!!Raising of the Dead
Actions: 10
Range: Touch
Duration: Instant
Performed On: Others
Sanity: 12
!!!!Spirit of the Wood
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Objects
Sanity: 4
!!!!Strength of the Earth
Actions: 2
Range: Touch
Duration: Rounds equal to caster’s Resolution
Performed On: Self, Others
Sanity: 2
!!!Alchemy
* Alchemy is now found in the [[Colonial Gothic Rulebook|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16908&cat=0&page=1]].
!!Chapter 5
*No changes.
!!Chapter 6
*Monsters are now found in the [[Colonial Gothic Rulebook|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16908&cat=0&page=1]].

Although the colonies share the same land, and live under the same laws, the Colonies differ greatly from each other. This difference is what makes the Colonies not only unique but, also weak. Settled by people with different backgrounds, and different life outlooks, the Colonies are a collection of groups of people with different agendas. There are those in Parliament that think the Colonists are the same as royal subjects living in London, however the fact of the matter is, and the colonies are different.

The Colonies were settled over many years, and by many different immigrants which make the colonies unique. The Colonies can be grouped into four distinct groups: New England, Middle Colonies, Chesapeake and Deep South. These four groupings have different settlement rates, and different reasons for being settled. These regions do have similarities as well as differences. There have also been four distinct waves of immigrations.

The first distinct group of immigrants was the Puritans who came from Eastern England and settled in Massachusetts. The second group settled in Virginia and was composed of those hailing from Southern England and was wealthy merchants, aristocrats, as well as servants who traveled with them. The third group came from Wales and Central England and was Quakers, along with others groups with different religious beliefs. This group settled not only in Pennsylvania, but also in the Delaware River Valley. The last group is Scotch-Irish coming from Northern England, Ireland and Scotland. This group settled along the Frontier as well as the remote regions of the colonies.

Though these groups are distinct, more immigrants are still arriving. They come for many reasons. Some are running from the law. Some are looking for a place that they can call their own. Some who have seen the accounts of the opportunities present in the colonies have come to take part in them. Young or old; poor or rich; man or woman, they all seek to make a new life for themselves.

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SINCE we are taught in Scripture word 
To pray for friends and foes ; 
Then let us pray for George the Third, 
Who must be one of those. 

Heaven bless America, and Britain, 
May folly past suffice, 
Wherein they have each other smitten, 
Who ought to harmonize. 

Allied by blood, and interest too, 
Soon let them re-unite, 
May Heaven tyrannic minds subdue, 
Haste, haste the pleasing sight. 

May ev'ry morn and ev'ning prayer 
Repeat this just petition, 
What thinking Christian can forbear, 
Appris'd of our condition. 

Britannia's sins are our worst foes, 
Let this be Britain's creed, 
For those who God and man oppose, 
Must rebels be indeed. 

This rebel-host how num'rous grown! 
This growth kind Heaven forbid! 
'Tis fear d some are too near the throne, 
And seem securely hid. 

Just Heaven, to light all rebels bring, 
Who hate or love the steeple. 
Rebels to God, and to the king, 
And rebels to the people.

The colony known as Connecticut is one that has had an interesting history of settlement. Originally the land encompassing the present colony was in the control of the Dutch. Based on Manhattan Island in New Amsterdam, the Dutch sailed up the present day Connecticut River, building a trading post in the area that Hartford now sits in 1614. This trading post was used to trade for furs and other goods with the native tribes. Though the number of Dutch living here was small, by 1633, they had purchased land from the Pequot Tribe and made a permanent settlement here.

During this time Massachusetts Bay and Plymouth colonies, laid claim to the land south of their colonies. It would not be until 1633 that a small boat sailing from Plymouth would set out to sail the Connecticut River with designs for building a trading post. Upon arriving, the settlers discovered that the Dutch had beaten them. From their fort, the Dutch forbade them to disembark, and emphasized their displeasure with threats of firing their cannons upon the ship. Ignoring the threats, the ship sailed past and moored to a spot 40 miles inland, away from the Long Island Sound coast. It was here that the Plymouth colonist built their own trading post, and became the first English trading settlement in the area. 1635 the second English settlement created, and located 10 miles south of Windsor the settlement of Wethersfield was created. Unlike Windsor, which was a trading post, Wethersfield, was the first English settlement in Connecticut. Once Wethersfield was created, this marked beginning of settlement into the area.

In 1636 Thomas Hooker and his entire congregation left the town of Newtown Massachusetts and traveled to south to the area where the Dutch had their trading post, and founded the town of Hartford. Hooker and his congregation were tired of the intolerance, and the Puritan power structure. Wanting to settle in an area free from their influence, Hooker wanted to be closer to the teachings of the Bible. Located between Windsor and Wethersfield, Hartford was seen as the last piece needed to bring the area legitimacy. The three towns quickly associated, and chose magistrates to regulate their common interests. Separate from this, was the founding of Saybrook by John Winthrop. Located near the mouth of the Connecticut River, Winthrop built a fort to protect the region from enemies of England.

Tired of the White Man settling their lands, and taking their lands, the Pequot Indians went to war in the hopes of driving the invaders from their ancestral land. Dubbed the Pequot War, this conflict lasted for three years running from 1637 and ending in 1639. This war was a series of raids and counter engagements, and both sides suffered heavy loses.. The Pequot and their allies, raided up and down New England murdering numerous settlers and destroying many settlements. Though at first slow to react, eventually England, with the help of militias engaged the Indians, and began pushing them back. At the end of this war, not only were numerous settlers slain, but England asserted their influence in the area. This war saw the total destruction of the Pequot, and the upsetting of the political balance among the natives.

At the end of the hostilities, George Fenwick arrived from England taking charge of the new colony. The Fundamental Order was enacted, allowing for the governing of the new colony. Though Connecticut would gain their Royal Charter in 1662, what we know as Connecticut would not be formed officially until 1664. Prior to this there were two competing colonies. The first was Hartford, which was seen by many to be political hub of Connecticut. The second was the New Haven Colony, located along the coast. These two colonies, realizing that their success would be better assured if aligned, merged in 1664, forming the new colony known as Connecticut.

For the next twenty years, Connecticut grew, and in the shadows of Massachusetts, began making a name for itself in the fields of ship building and trade. In October of 1687, the English Governor, Sir Edmund Andros, who had been appointed by King James, arrived in Connecticut with orders to strip the colony of its’ charter as well as move the colony under the direct control of England. To plan their course of action and assembly was called. To protect the charter as well as to protect the freedom of the colony, Captain Wadsworth of Hartford stole the charter and hid it in the hollow of a large oak tree. Though the crisis was averted, this ushered in a growing trend of problems for not only Connecticut but all of the colonies.

Today, Connecticut like the rest of the colonies, is growing extremely dissatisfied with the pressure Parliament and England is exerting. It is here, in the taverns, and along the docks of the port towns, that the embers of rebellion are growing, and will soon engulf the region in flames. With the current action in Boston, many Connecticut Yankees flocked to the aid of Massachusetts and helped General Washington defeat the British. Like Massachusetts to the North, Connecticut fears that unless the acts of Parliament are not stopped, the freedom that all colonists enjoy will be over. Add to this, the act of blockading Boston’s Harbor, has many of Connecticut’s port towns worried what it means for them.

Consumption is an old name for tuberculosis, and got its' name from how the patient wastes away while suffering from the disease. The Greeks called it //phthisis//, and Hippocrates told his medical students to never treat a patient with this disease due to the fact that the disease was deadly and patients really could not be cured of it.

With the release of [[Colonial Gothic Revised|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/colonialgothic.html]], fans of the original version should quickly notice a few things have changed. When you factor in the first two supplements, you might be confused to what is playable and what is not. This small guide is designed to help you quickly convert over the first supplements to the new version of the game. If you have bought any of the eBooks – [[The Legend of Sleepy Hollow|http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product_info.php?products_id=58638?affiliate_id=182162]], [[The Defeated Dead|http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product_info.php?products_id=59897?affiliate_id=182162]], and [[Elizabethtown|http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product_info.php?products_id=61324?affiliate_id=182162]] – they’ll be updated. In addition those who bought them will be getting the updated eBook delivered to them from the site they bought it from.

!!Changes in Colonial Gothic

The game you have played since August 2007 (this is when [[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/colonialgothic.html]] was released) is still the same. Some rule tweaks were made, and this has been talked about in depth on our blog [[Rogue Dispatches|http://roguegamesblog.wordpress.com]]. There you can read [[13 Chapters in 13 Weeks|http://en.wordpress.com/tag/13-chapters-13-weeks/]], which discusses the changes to the game chapter by chapter. In addition, uploaded on the [[Rogue Games|http://www.rogue-games.net]] website, as well as the [[Rogue Games Scribd|http://www.scribd.com/roguegames]] site is the [[Colonial Gothic Primer|http://www.scribd.com/doc/16353896/Colonial-Gothic-Revised-Primer]]. The [[Primer|http://www.scribd.com/doc/16353896/Colonial-Gothic-Revised-Primer]], as many of you know, is what we write before we start a game. The [[Primer|http://www.scribd.com/doc/16353896/Colonial-Gothic-Revised-Primer]] is all about telling you what the game is about, what you do as a player, what a GM does, and how the game works. The [[Primer|http://www.scribd.com/doc/16353896/Colonial-Gothic-Revised-Primer]] also gives you the basics of the rules. If you have not done so already, you should download it now and read it.

!!!Sections
*[[Colonial Gothic: Secrets]]
*[[Colonial Gothic: Poor Wizard's Grimoire]]

This website is © 2008  [[Rogue Games, Inc.|http://www.rogue-games.net/]] The Rogue Games logo, "Games so good they sneak up on you.", Colonial Gothic, "Whose side are you on?", Fourth Millennium, Future Imperfect, Thousand Suns, Kitchen Kombat, Encyclopedia Galactica, 12° and their respective logos are ^^TM^^ and © 2008 of Rogue Games Inc.

Lurking in the shadows and prowling the land at night are a varity of creartures both great and small. These creatures, for the most part, are harmless in nature. They would much rather keep to themselves and they work to avoid contact with all. Some creatures, however, have evil in their heart's and they want nothing more than bring harm to any.

The creatures found listed here, are but a few of the many living in the colonies.
!!Bestiary
*[[Badger]]
*[[Bat]]
*[[Bear, Black]]
*[[Bear, Brown]]
*[[Beaver]]
*[[Boar]]
*[[Cat]]
*[[Dog]]
*[[Eagle]]
*[[Honochenokeh]]
*[[Horse]]
*[[Owl]]
*[[Rat]]
*[[Raven]]
*[[Skeleton]]
*[[Snake, poisonous]]
*[[Wolf]]

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Though the Colonial Gothic Rulebook covers the Colonial Currency and economy very well, some might want to play things a little more historically accurate. The following pages are options Game Masters and players can choose to add to their Colonial Gothic games.
*[[Currency Conversion Rates]]

!Conversion Rates
!!English Currency
1 Pound Sterling (Silver) = 20 Shillings (Silver)
1 Shillings = 12 Penny
1 Penny = 2 Halfpence
1 Halfpenny = 4 Farthings
!!Spanish Currency
The basic form of Spanish currency is the Doubloon. If the Doubloon is minted in Spain the coin had milled edges and known as the Spanish Milled Doubloon; if minted in Mexico they are known as Spanish Heavy Doubloons. Many Colonial merchants prefer accepting and using the Doubloon due to its€™ standard weight.

The Coins break down into the following denominations:

1 Doubloon = 8 Escudos (gold) = 4 Pistols (gold) = 16 Pieces of Eight(gold) = 128 Reals (silver)
1 Pistol = 2 Escudos = 4 Pieces of Eight = 32 Reals
1 Escudo = 2 Pieces of Eight = 16 Reals
1 Piece Of Eight = 8 Reals
1 Real (Silver) = 8 Pesos (copper)
!!French Currency
French currency though rare, is still found and used. Typically this currency is found in areas close to Canada as well as the areas of Louisiana and Florida. French smugglers use this currency heavily, and in southern ports such as Charleston and Savannah this is the second most used currency.

Louis (Gold) = 24 Livres ( Silver) = 480 Sous (Copper) = 7200 Denier (Copper)
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|10 pence 1 ¼ farthing|1 Livre|1 reals 1 copper peso|
!!Colonial Bills of Credit
1 New York Bill of Credit = 8s
1 Pennsylvania Bill of Credit = 7s 6d
1 Massachusetts Bill of Credit = 8s 3d
1 Virginia Bill of Credit = 6s 8p

Sometimes contact with the Undead has life altering consequences.

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To resist the disease requires a successful Vigor Test. Failure has Curse of the Grave

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[[Welcome]]

Like all of the Middle Colonies, Delaware is part of the land that Henry Hudson discovered in 1609. Though Hudson found the land, he did not explore or even map it. It would not be until 1610, that any exploration, or attempt to settle the land, would begin. What is so special about 1610? Samuel Argall.

An explorer and merchant, Argall desired to find new markets and new lands. While drinking in a Mediterranean tavern an old woman told the Dutchmen that if he sailed the next day, a storm would capture him and not let him go. If the man trusted in the winds, he would be rewarded with a great prize. Laughing the woman off as crazy, Argall departed the next day for his home port. While sailing the north Atlantic, a powerful storm nearly destroyed Argall’s ship. For ten days and tend nights, the mighty storm raged, and when it was over, Argall discovered that he was blown off course. Sailing into a strange bay, the prophecy he laughed at came true. Finding a new and strange land, Argall claimed the land for the Dutch, and named it after his patron Lord De La Warr.

Sailing back to his homeland, it would nit be until 1631 that a real effort was made to settle the land. Under the leadership of Captain David Pietersen de Vries, a group of wealthy Dutchmen formed the Dutch West Trading Company so that they could settle and exploit the land of the New World. The company backed an expedition of forty individuals who would establish the first settlement in the Dutch New world holdings. Under the expedition was command of Captain Peter Heyes, who would sail to the settlement the following years with new supplies and more settlers. The founding settlers boarded the De Walvis (The Whale) sailed from the town of Hoorn. Arriving in Delaware, the group founded the settlement of Zwaanendael.

True to the plan, Captain de Vries arrived at the settlement in 1632 expecting to find a thriving young settlement. Much to his dismay, the founding settlers had been killed, and the buildings that marked the small settlement were burned. This would mark the end of any Dutch attempt to settle the land, and it would not be until 1638 that another attempt made.

1638 marked establishment of a Swedish trading post and colony at Fort Christina. This effort was lead by Peter Minuit of the Netherlands and led a collation of Swedish, Finish and Dutch settlers. This colony was a success, and though suffered some lack of early setbacks, it came into its own in 1643. Arriving to the colony as the new governor was Colonel Johan Printz who held the post until 1653. During his ten year rule he strengthened the colony and added to its’ holdings. Succeeded by Johan Rising in 1654, he ordered the seizure of the Dutch post, Fort Casmir; the Colony of New Netherlands’ governor had built in 1651. Sadly this would be the last major act of Rising, and his governorship would soon come to an end.

1655 saw the arrival of Peter Stuyvesant and a Dutch fleet from New Amsterdam. Stuyvesant, in a series of raids and engagements quickly capture all the Swedish forts, and soon took over the Colony of New Sweden and added it to the holdings of the Dutch New Netherlands. As has seen before, this was the last major victor for the Dutch, because soon England would turn her attention to the land of the Middle Colonies.

1664 James, the Duke of York, captured the Dutch holdings and added them to England’s growing New World claims. Though Cæcilius Calvert, 2nd Baron Baltimore, Proprietor of Maryland, had claims to the land of Delaware, the Duke gave the land to William Penn in 1682. Though Penn had the territory, Lord Baltimore continued to press his claim. This dispute continued until 1701 and elected their first assembly in 1704.

Delaware currently is a colony that is split and that is over the cries of rebellion. The wealthy merchants and power brokers are firmly on the side of England, and feel that the New Englanders are being nothing but ungrateful rabble rousers. Meanwhile the farmers and the working classes see that England and those in power have done nothing but grow rich off the backs of the poor. It is among this group that the strongest cries for freedom have been heard. With the lifting of the Boston Siege, and the Continental Army in route to New York, plans are afoot to support both sides.

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The people behind [[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothic/colonialgothic.html]].
!Richard Iorio II

Born in Connecticut, Richard lived in such far flung and exotic locales as Pocatello, Idaho and Mauston, Wisconsin.

Richard has been a librarian since 1998, and has come a long way from the days when he was the librarian for Harley-Davidson. He spent the first part of his career as a law librarian and worked in two Chicago law firms where he learned a lot about the law and about law firm culture. This is what drove him to the halls of academia. It was academia which drove him to leave the profession, and now he works in the publishing industry.

Since 1996 Richard has been a freelance writer and designer and has written for Atlas Games, Guardians of Order, Hogshead Publishing, and Zeitgeist Games (just to name a few). In addition he designed two the card games Geek Wars: Battle for the Con and World Championship Dodge Ball for Goodman Games.

Currently Richard lives in Chicago, Illinois with his wife, cat and library of books.

!James Maliszewski

Born in the Netherlands, and growing up in Baltimore, James attended university in Annapolis, Washington, D.C., and Toronto.

Originally he believed his calling was to teach the world about the wonders of medieval and early modern philosophy, but soon realized he could just as readily be ignored by working in the roleplaying games industry—and have more fun in the process.

Since 1999, he has contributed to many gaming products, most notably various d20 lines (including Star Wars and Iron Kingdoms), the Dark Ages lines, Exalted, Fading Suns, Gear Krieg the Roleplaying Game, and Hunter: The Reckoning.

He currently lives in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, with his wife, two children, and a Captain Kirk action figure.

Your hero has difficulty breathing, has a high fever and debilitation. While suffering from this, your Hero’s Body is reduced by half, and they lose 2 Vitality each day sick. Each day your Hero must make a Body Test, and if successful the effects of the disease stop your Hero regains their Vitality at the normal rate. Failing the Body Test, the Hero still suffers, and loses another 2 Vitality; in addition they cannot heal at the normal rate.

The world has many types of diseases that can affect Colonists. Even now, in this progressive day of age, new dangers are being uncovered. It seems every day that some new malady strikes an unsuspecting person down. It is through rigorous study and an every vigilant manner, that one can protect themselves.
!!Types of Diseases
*[[Ague]]
*[[Barrel Fever]]
*[[Bloody Flux]]
*[[Bright's Disease]]
*[[Bursten]]
*[[Camp Fever]]
*[[Chin Cough]]
*[[Consumption]]
*[[Curse of the Grave]]
*[[Diptheria]]
*[[Enteritis]]
*[[Falling Sickness]]
*[[French Pox]]
*[[Gripe]]
*[[Headmouldshot]]
*[[Hemiplegy]]
*[[Lung Fever]]
*[[Lycanthropye]]
*[[Morsal]]
*[[Planet Struck]]
*[[Spotted Fever]]
*[[Rickets]]
*[[St. Anthony's Fire]]
*[[St. Vitus' Dance]]

|Might|8|Nimble|12|Vigor|12|
|Reason2|Resolution|11|Actions|3|
|Vitality|50|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [8]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A dog’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Scent''

Dogs have an acute sense of smell allowing them to track prey with ease. They are able to smell an opponent within 40-feet. If they are upwind, they are able to smell them within 80-feet, 20-feet if downwind. 

Whether as a hunting dog, or a watchdog, dogs are found in many regions of the colonies and are a constant companion to many.

Jonathan M. Sewall was born in 1749. Being adopted by his uncle, Chief Justice Stephen Sewall, of Massachusetts, he studied law, and in 1774 was Register of Probate for Grafton County, N. H. He afterwards removed to Portsmouth, where he died March 29, 1808. //Allen s Biographical Dictionary//.

Farmer (Frontier Colonist) born in Schenectady, NY
He is the brother of a character that died during the Peekskill debacle.

|Might|15|Nimble|9|Vigor|14|
|Reason|10|Resolution|8|Actions|2|
|Faith|12|Sanity|40|Vitality|72|
''Skills''

Brawl 15; Farming 15; Melee 15; Profession -- Tracking 10

''Fate''
Fate 1: //father owns a strange book, someone wants in//
Fate 2: //Last name is actually Waters. Father added the l when new life was sought out//
Fate 3: //One night coming in late from the fields Dusty saw a pair of red eyes watching him. At night he sees them occasionally//
Fate 4: //Thomas (older brother) was killed, but there is still someone/thing out there thaat wants revenge for his fight//

This song was published in Philadelphia's //Pennsylvania Packet//, as "A song made by a Dutch lady at the Hague, for the sailors of the five American vessels at Amsterdam. June, 1779."

''DUTCH SONG''

GOD save the Thirteen States!
Long rule th' United States!
God save our States!
Make us victorious;
Happy and glorious;
No tyrants over us;
God save our States!

Oft did America
Foresee, with sad dismay,
Her slav'ry near.
Oft did her grievance state,
But Britain, falsely great,
Urging her desp rate fate,
Turn'd a deaf ear.

Now the proud British foe
We ve made, by vict'ries, know,
Our sacred right.
Witness at Bunker's Hill,
Where godlike Warren fell,
Happy his blood to spill,
In gallant fight.

To our fam'd Washington,
Brave Stark at Bennington,
Glory is due.
Peace to Montgomery's shade,
Who as he fought and bled,
Drew honors round his head,
Num'rous as true.

Look to Sar'toga's plain,
Our captures on the main,
Moultrie's defence.
Our catalogue is long,
Of heroes yet unsung,
Who noble feats have done
For independence.

The melting mother's moans,
The aged father's groans,
Have steel'd our arms.
Ye British Whigs beware!
Your chains near formed are,
In spite of Richmond's care
To sound alarms.

Come join your hands to ours;
No royal blocks, no tow'rs;
God save us all!
Thus in our country's cause,
And to support our laws;
Our swords shall never pause
At Freedom's call.

We'll fear no tyrant's nod,
Nor stern oppression's rod,
Till Time's no more.
Thus Liberty, when driv'n
From Europe's states, is giv'n
A safe retreat and hav'n,
On our free shore.

O, Lord ! thy gifts in store,
We pray on Congress pour,
To guide our States.
May union bless our land,
While we, with heart and hand,
Our mutual rights defend,
God save our States!

God save the Thirteen States!
Long watch the prosp'rous fates.
Over our States!
Make us victorious;
Happy and glorious;
No tyrants over us;
God save our States!

|Might|8|Nimble|13|Vigor|10|
|Reason|2|Resolution|10|Actions|3|
|Vitality|45|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [10]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

An eagle’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Claws''

An eagle’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Flight''

Eagles are able to fly 80-feet/Round.

The most majestic of birds, the eagle is seen by many to be a symbol of bravery, freedom, and strength

There are few opportunities to get an education in the colonies. Some feel there needs to be a system in place for public schools, but this has not been fully embraced. Though literacy is surprisingly high in the colonies, due to the ingrained Puritan belief that in order to defend yourself from the Devil, you need to be able to read the scripture.

Among men and women, education was different. For women, as young girls are taught at the home and learn basic reading and math skills. They also learn how to sew, and depending on their social background, the skills they would need to run a house. Girls from working class families and farming families would learn how to cook, and about home remedies. These remedies range from herbal remedies to treat illness, to how to dye cloth or remove stains. Girls from wealthier families learn reading and math skills, but also have access to books written in Greek and Latin. Though this is a typical education, girls born into a more progressive family have better educational opportunities.

Boys gained their education through the learning of a trade. All boys learned basic reading and math skills, as well as the basic skills for their trade. For those learning to be a printer, this would be laying out type and how to print broadsides; while those learning to be a joiner would learn the basic skills of carpentry. More skilled trades such as surveying, law, or medicine would need more specialized training. Boys, and even girls, whose parents were merchants or who had money had more opportunities to attend colleges and obtain private instruction.

College education is a rare thing, and though colleges existed, the cost is often so high (£10 to £50 a year) that only the wealthy can afford to attend. Colleges are open only to men. Some attend college to be a minister or clergyman. Some attend college because they are interested in learning more and are then surprised to discover that colleges are overrated. In truth colleges are interested in only disseminating information, and not in research or discovery. In addition, colleges must be chartered to be considered an official college, because of this, only nine colleges exist in the colonies. However, there were many other colleges and academics of higher education. These institutions cannot give degrees, though the education they offered was similar to the officially unchartered colleges.

Those who are wealthy often gained a better education by buying books and reading and studying on their own. A prime example of this is George Washington, who upon returning to his Mount Vernon Estate after the French Indian War, ordered number books on Agriculture, Botany, Husbandry and the Sciences. He used this knowledge to turn his plantation and land speculation into a money making endeavor. Another example of this self taught approach is Benjamin Franklin. Though he studied as a printer in England, Franklin has an innate curiosity that turned him into one of the foremost scientists.
!!Colonial Colleges
|!Name|!Location|!Founded|!Year of Charter|
|Dartmouth|Hanover|1770|1769|
|Harvard College|Hanover|1636|1650|
|College of Rhode Island|Providence|1764|1764|
|Collegiate School (Yale)|New Haven|1701|1701|
|King's College|New York|1754|1754|
|Queen's College|Brunswick|1766|1766|
|College of New Jersey|Princeton|1746|1766|
|Academy of Philadelphia|Philadelphia|1740|1755|
|The College of William and Mary|Williamsburg|1693|1693|

Midwife (Urban Colonist) from NYC
Friend of Masterson and Dusty

|Might|9|Nimble|9|Vigor|10|
|Reason|16|Resolution|12|Actions|2|
|Faith|12|Sanity|47|Vitality|60|
''Skills''

Defend 9; Dodge 9; Heal 16; Literacy (English) 16; Midwifery 16

Your Hero suffers from an inflammation of the intestine. While suffering they have  a -1 to all Tests, and unable to eat. The Disease lasts for d12 days, and each day the Hero suffers, they must make a Body Test. If failed lose 2 Vitality. A Critical Failure has them loose 4 Vitality, while a Critical Success has them regain 1 Vitality. While suffering from Enteritis, your Hero is unable to regain lost Vitality naturally.

When designing [[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] there was some material that had to be cut due to space issues. One chapter that had a lot trimmed was Chapter 5. What follows is a lot more equipment you can add to your [[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] games.
!!Sections
*[[Gear]]
*[[Clothing]]
*[[Food]]
*[[Objects of the Occult]]

''EXPEDITION TO RHODE ISLAND''

FROM Lewis, Monsieur Gerard came, 
	To Congress in this town, sir, 
They bow'd to him, and he to them, 
	And then they all sat down, sir. 

Begar, said Monsieur, one grand coup, 
	You shall bientot behold, sir ; 
This was believ'd as gospel true, 
	And Jonathan felt bold, sir. 

So Yankee Doodle did forget 
	The sound of British drum, sir, 
How oft it made him quake and sweat, 
	In spite of Yankee rum, sir. 

He took his wallet on his back, 
	His rifle on his shoulder, 
And veow'd Rhode Island to attack, 
	Before he was much older. 

In dread array their tatter d crew, 
	Advanc'd with colors spread, sir, 
Their fifes played Yankee doodle, doo, 
	King Hancock at their head, sir.

What numbers bravely cross'd the seas, 
	I cannot well determine, 
A swarm of rebels and of fleas, 
	And every other vermin. 

Their mighty hearts might shrink they tho't, 
	For all flesh only grass is, 
A plenteous store they therefore brought, 
	Of whiskey and molasses. 

They swore they d make bold Pigot squeak,
	So did their good ally, sir, 
And take him pris'ner in a week, 
	But that was all my eye, sir. 

As Jonathan so much desir'd 
	To shine in martial story, 
D'Estaing with politesse retir'd, 
	To leave him all the glory. 

He left him what was better yet, 
	At least it was more use, sir, 
He left him for a quick retreat, 
	A very good excuse, sir. 

To stay, unless he rul'd the sea, 
	He thought would not be right, sir, 
And Continental troops, said he, 
	On islands should not fight, sir. 

Another cause with these combin'd, 
	To throw him in the dumps, sir, 
For Clinton's name alarmed his mind,
	And made him stir his stumps, sir.

Your Hero suffers from spells of fainting and convulsions. There is no cure for this diseases unless your Hero seeks a magical cure. Once they contract this disease, each day there is a 1 in 12 chance (roll a 1 on a d12) of fainting and going into convulsions, loses 2 Vitality.

One of the features for [[Colonial Gothic|http:///www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] are [[Fate Cards|http://roguegamesblog.wordpress.com/2007/07/14/colonial-gothic-design-notes-fate-cards]]. Remember, with ''Fate Cards'', you may not use them for a mechanical advantage or escape a Villain. ''Fate Cards'' are simply meant to enhance the plot and provide an extra opportunity for you and the other the players to play through the new information. What follows are some sample Fate Prophecies you can use in your [[Colonial Gothic|http:///www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] games.
!!Prophecies
*[[Prophecy One]]
*[[Prophecy Two]]
*[[Prophecy Three]]
*[[Prophecy Four]]
*[[Prophecy Five]]
*[[Prophecy Six]]
*[[Prophecy Seven]]

A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE. 

WHAT a court, hath old England, of folly and sin, 
Spite of Chatham and Camden, Barre, Burke, Wilkes and Glynn ! 
Not content with the game act, they tax fish and sea, 
And America drench with hot water and tea. 
Derry down, down, hey derry down. 

Lord Sandwich, he swears they are terrible cowards, 
Who can't be made brave by the blood of the Howards ; 
And to prove there is truth in America s fears, 
He conjures Sir Peter's ghost 'fore the peers. 

Now, indeed, if these poor people's nerves are so weak, 
How cruel it is their destruction to seek ! 
Dr. Johnson s a proof, in the highest degree, 
His soul and his system were changed by tea. 

But if the wise council of England doth think, 
They may be enslaved by the power of drink, 
They re right to enforce it ; but then, do you see ? 
The Colonies, too, may refuse and be free. 

There's no knowing where this oppression will stop ; 
Some say -- there's no cure but a capital chop ; 
And that I believe's each American's wish, 
Since you've drench'd them with tea, and depriv'd 'em of fish. 

The birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, 
By the gods, for poor Dan Adam's use were made free, 
Till a man with more power, than old Moses would wish, 
Said, "Ye wretches, ye shan't touch a fowl or a fish! " 

Three Generals these mandates have borne cross the sea, 
To deprive 'em of fish and to make em drink tea ; 
In turn, sure, these freemen will boldly agree, 
To give 'em a dance upon Liberty Tree. 

Then //freedom's// the word, both at home and abroad, 
And -- -- every scabbard that hides a good sword ! 
Our forefathers gave us this freedom in hand, 
And we ll die in defence of the rights of the laud. 
Derry down, down, hey derry down.

The American colonial period is a diverse time, and numerous changes took place. Perhaps one of the biggest changes was the approach to building and design of permanent structures. This section is designed to provide you numerous examples of buildings found throughout the colonies.

All the floor plans found here are based on actual buildings.  
!!Floor plans
*[[Malvern Hill -- Henrico County, Virginia]]
*[[One Room -- Virginia]]
*[[Two Room -- Virginia]]
*[[Row Houses -- Virginia]]

How much does a pound of beef cost? What about a glass of wine? Here is the answers to those and other questions.

Ale, 1 Gallon    8p

Ale, Bottle Port Ale    2s 6p

Ale, mug    ¼p

Allspice, 1 Pound    2s

Barbados Spirits, Bottle    10s

Beef, Pound    3p

Butter, Pound    9p

Chain Spirit, Bottle    8s

Cheese, Pound    4p

Chocolate, Pound    2s 6p

Cider, Barrel    £1 12s 2p

Cider, Cask    5s

Cider, Gallon    4p

Cider, Mug    1s 4p

Cinnamon, 1 Pound    £1

Coffee, Pound    £1

Imperial Tea, 1 Pound    15s

Loaf Bread    ½p

Mace, 1 ounce    2s

Milk, Quart    2¾p

Molasses, Gallon    18s

Mutton, Pound    3½p

Nutmeg, 1 pound    2s

Pepper, 1 Pound    3s

Pork, Pound    6p

Port, Bottle    15s 7½p

Potatoes, Bushel    11s 1p

Rum, Gallon of Barbados Rum    15s

Rum, Gallon of Jamaica Run    20s

Rum, Gallon of New England Rum    11s

Rum, Gallon of West Indies Rum    16s

Sherry, Bottle    1s 3½p

Sugar, 1 Pound    6½p

Tea, Bohea, 1 Pound    2s

Tea, Congo, 1 Pound    6s

Tea, Hyson, 1 Pound    £1 5s 8p

Whiskey, Gallon    10s

White Ginger, 1 pound    1s

Wine, 1 Quart of Sweet Wine    2s 6p

Wine, Bottle of Madeira     2s 6p

Wine, Bottle of Port    6s

Wine, Gallon of Madeira    16s

Wine, Gallon of White    4s 4p

Wine, Glass    3p

This diseases is spread through contact among unsavory of people. Contracting this disease your Hero suffers from slurred speech and high fever. While under the effects of this disease your Hero sees their Vitality reduced by half and it is unable to be restored naturally for d12 days. If magically healed, the Vitality is temporarily restored for 1 to 4 hours (d12 divided by 3).

Thomas Hutchinson was recalled to England early in 1774, and General Gage appointed as his successor in the office of governor of Massachusetts Bay. On his arrival at Boston, in May of that year, Gage immediately issued a proclamation, calling upon the inhabitants to be loyal, and again return to the friendship of an injured sovereign, assuring them at the same time, that the royal authority would be supported at all hazards. This proclamation was versified in many parts of the colonies, and in various instances, published as a ballad. From among a great number we select the following, which first appeared in the //Virginia Gazette//, as a " friendly warning."

''A PROCLAMATION''

AMERICA ! thou fractious nation,
Attend thy master s proclamation !
Tremble! for know, I, Thomas Gage,
Determined came the war to wage.

With the united powers sent forth,
Of Bute, of Mansfield, and of North ;
To scourge your insolence, my choice,
While England mourns and Scots rejoice !

Bostonia first shall feel my power,
And gasping midst the dreadful shower
Of ministerial rage, shall cry,
Oh, save me, Bute ! I yield ! and die.

Then shall my thundering cannons rattle,
My hardy veterans march to battle,
Against Virginia s hostile land,
To humble that rebellious band. 2

At my approach her trembling swains,
Shall quit well-cultivated plains,
To seek the inhospitable wood ;
Or try, like swine of old, the flood.

Rejoice ! ye happy Scots rejoice !
Your voice lift up, a mighty voice,
The voice of gladness on each tongue,
The mighty praise of Bute be sung.

The praise of Mansfield, aud of North,
Let next your hymns of joy set forth,
Nor shall the rapturous strain assuage,
Till sung s your own proclaiming Gage.

Whistle ye pipes ! ye drones drone on.
Ye bellows blow ! Virginia s won !
Your Gage has won Virginia s shore,
And Scotia s sons shall mourn no more.

Hail Middlesex ! oh happy county P
Thou too shalt share thy master s bounty,
Thy sons obedient, naught shall fear,
Thy wives and widows drop no tear.

Thrice happy people, ne'er shall feel
The force of unrelenting steel ;
What brute would give the ox a stroke
Who bends his neck to meet the yoke ?

To Murray bend the humble knee ;
He shall protect you under me ;
His generous pen shall not be mute,
But sound your praise thro' Fox to Bute.

By Scotchmen lov'd, by Scotchmen taught,
By all your country Scotchmen thought ;
Fear Bute, fear Mansfield, North and me,
And be as blest as slaves can be.

These items can be added very easily to your games. They are items found throughout the Colonies.

Auger & Chisel    9p

Axe, Broad    5s

Axe, Falling    1s 1p

Bees Wax    £1

Black Lead Pencil    6p

Bobbin    1¼ p

Bodkin    1s

Book, Blank    1s 6p

Broad Cloth, Yard    7s

Bullet Mold, 1 Bullet    3s

Bullet Mold, 3 Bullets    6s

Bullet Mold, 6 Bullets    9s

Buttons, 10    6p

Calamanco Fabric, yard    10p

Camp knife and Fork    3s

Canteen, Tin    10s 3p

Canteen, Wood    8s

Carpenter’s Tools    £2

Chest, Large    £5

Chest, Small    £3 6s

Chest, Tea    £1 5s

Clothes Brush    8p

Coffee Mill    3s

Coffee Pot    £1

Compass    1s

Cooper’s Tools    £2

Corkscrew    3p

Cut Tobacco, 1 Pound    7p

Damask Fabric, Yard    1s 6p

Dung Fork    1s

Dyed Cloth    9s

File    1½p

Folding Camp Knife and Fork    5s 2p

Fountain Pen    6p

Fringe, Yard    2s 4p

Gold Watch    £30

Hammer, Claw    5s

Hammer, Leithing    7s 6p

Hammer, Sledge    £1

Hatchet    £1

Hayfork    1s

Horsewhip    £2

Hunting Bag    1s

Ice Creepers    6s 2p

Ink Pot    1s

Ink Powder    5p

Irish Linen, Yard    4s 6p

Lace, Yard    6½p

Ladder, 10-foot    10s

Large Fishing Line, 1 Spool    1 s

Lead Pencils, Dozen    1s 6 ¼p

Leaf Tobacco, 1 pound    1½p

Leather Backpack    8s 8p

Leather Bucket, 1 Gallon    2s 6p

Leather Letter Case    £3

Linen Knapsack    5s 1¼p

Lock, Average    7s 6p

Lock, Good    10s 8p

Lock, Poor    2s

Looking Glass    £7

Match Case    1s

Mess Kit    1s ½p

Mortar and Pestle    2s 6p

Muslin Fabric, Yard    17s 6p

Myrtle Wax, Pound    £1

Nails, 1000 4 pence    12s 6p

Nails, 1000 8 pence    £1 5s

Needle    ½p

Paper, Ream    15s

Persian Fabric, Yard    3s 2½p

Persian Silk, Yard    7s 6p

Perspective Glass (Magnifying Glass)    10s

Pig Tail Tobacco, 1 Pound    10p

Pincushion    1p

Pitch Fork    1s

Playing Cards    6p

Powder Horn    8s 2p

Reading Glasses    10p

Saddle Holster    15s

Salt Horn    9s

Satin, Yard    8s 7p

Saw crosscut    £1 10s

Saw, hand    2s 6p

Scented hair Powder, 1 Pound    4p

Scythe    3s

Sealing Wax, 1 Pound    14s

Sewing Silk, Pound    £1

Shears    3p

Shirt Buttons    1p

Shoe Brush    2p

Shoulder Sling    1s 5p

Sickle    6p

Skillet    3s

Small Fishing Line, 1 Spool    6p

Snuff, 1 bottle (½ pound)    15s

Snuff, 1 pound    £1 10s

Snuffbox    2s

Soap, 1 Pound    1s

Soap, Castile, 1 Pound    6p

Soap, Irish, 1 Pound    2s

Spring Clock    10s

Spurs    25s 10p

Spurs, Average    3s

Spurs, Fine    £8

Spyglass    10s

Stripped Holland, Yard    1s 1p

Surgeon’s Instruments    £19

Surveying Tool    £2 10s

Tea Kettle, Brass    6s

Tea Kettle, Copper    £1

Teapot    1s 4p

Telescope    £21 30s

Thread Buttons, 12    3p

Thread, Colored, Pound    10s

Thread, Cotton, Pound    3s 2p

Thread, Fine, 1 Ounce    £1 10s

Tinderbox, tin    6s 4p

Toothbrush    2p

Twine 50-feet    2s

Violin    £10

Wash Brush    5½p

Wool Blanket    1s 6p

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Powder Horn: Holds 90 grams of powder, enough for 20 shots.
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This song, according to some reports, was sung before General Sullivan, at Portsmouth, New Hampshire, after the battle of Trenton.

GENERAL SULLIVAN'S SONG. 

HARK, the loud drums, hark, the shrill trumpet-call to arms, 
Come, Americans come, prepare for war's alarms, 
Whilst in array we stand, 
What soldier dare to land, 
Sure in the attempt to meet his doom, 
A leaden death, or a watery tomb; 
We, Americans, so brave, o'er the land or the waves, 
All invaders defy, we ll repulse them or die, 
We scorn to live as slaves. 

Recall the days, wherein our fathers bravely fought, 
And crown'd with praise, they patriot glory sought, 
Bid their high deeds inspire, 
Bid Magna Charta fire, 
Greatly they labor d for our good 
All sorts of tyranny withstood, 
All these we despise, on our courage rely, 
For what American so base would his country disgrace 
And from his colors fly. 

No party spite, no more our measures will oppose, 
For all unite against our insulting foes, 
All then in chorus sing, 
And let your voices ring, 
Fill unto Sullivan the flowing bowl, 
Hand it to each gallant soul, 
Raise patriot flame, his glory proclaim 
Who his sword boldly draws in his country's cause, 
And wins an endless name.

Written by Philip Freneau (b. January 2, 1752 d. December 18, 1832) -- who hailed from the city of New York -- a native of the
city of New York he was one of the most famouse poet's of the Revolution. First published in //United States Magazine//, and afterwards, with some alterations and improvements, it appeared in the various editions of his poems.

''GEORGE THE THIRD'S SOLILOQUY''

OH! blast this Congress, blast each upstart State,
On whose commands ten thousand warriors wait;
From various climes that dire assembly came,
True to their trust, yet hostile to my fame.
"Tis these, ah ! these have ruin'd half my sway,
Disgrac'd my arms, and lead my realm astray.

France aids them now; I play a desperate game,
And sunburnt Spain they say will do the same;
My armies vanquish'd, and my heroes fled,
My people murmuring, and my commerce dead.
My shatter'd navy, pelted, bruis'd, and clubb'd,
By Dutchmen bullied, and by Frenchmen drubb'd.

My name abhorr'd, my nation in disgrace,
What should I do in such a mournful case?
My hopes and joys are vanish'd, with my coin,
My ruined army, and my lost Burgoyne!
What shall I do, confess my labors vain,
Or whet my tusks, and to the charge again?

But where's my force, nay choicest troops are fled,
Some thousands crippled, and a myriad dead;
If I were owned the stoutest of mankind,
And hell with all her rage inspired my mind;
Could I at once with France and Spain contend,
And fight the rebels on the world s green end?

Yet rogues and savage tribes I must employ,
And what I cannot conquer, will destroy.
Is there a robber close in Newgate hemm'd?
Is there a cut-throat fetter d and condemn'd?
Haste, loyal slaves, to George s standard come,
Attend his lectures when you hear the drum.

Your chains I break, for better days prepare,
Come out, my friends, from prison and from care;
Far to the west I plan your desperate way,
There, 'tis no sin, to ravage, burn, and sla ;
There, without fear, your bloody trade pursue,
And show mankind what British rage can do.

Ye daring hosts that crowd Columbia's shore,
Tremble, ye traitors ! and exult no more;
Flames I will hurl with an unceasing hand,
Till fires eternal blaze throughout your land;
And every dome and every town expires,
And traitors perish in the unfeeling fires.

But hold -- though this be all my soul's desire,
Will my own towns be proof to rebel fire?
If in revenge my raging foes should come
And burn my London -- it would strike me dumb
To see my children and my queen in tears,
And these tall piles come tumbling round my ears.

Curs'd be the day when first I saw the sun,
Curs'd be the hour when I this war begun;
The fiends of darkness then inspir'd my mind,
And powers unfriendly to the human kind;
My future years I consecrate to woe,
For this great loss my soul in tears shall flow.

To wasting grief and sullen rage a prey,
To Scotland's utmost verge I take my way;
With nature's storms eternal concert keep,
And while her billows rage as fiercely weep;
Oh ! let the earth my rugged fate bemoan,
And give at least one sympathizing groan.

The youngest of the colonies, Georgia in its short time of existence has seen its share of hardships and challenges. The colony traces its origins to James Edward Oglethorpe who after calling for an improvement in conditions of London prisons as well as better treatment for prisoners. Seeing that the way to give the poor as well as debtors a chance to atone for their crimes, and serve a productive and fruitful punishment, the idea of establishing a colony in the New World was born.

Using his connection and influence King George eventually signed a charter establishing the colony of Georgia and creating the governing board on April 21, 1732. Though originally the plan was to provide a place for those to work off their debts, the plan changed. Instead of debtors, "the deserving poor" would be sent to the colony. To ensure the colony remained profitable, as well as provide cash goods, the colonist would produce wine and silk for England. The added benefit would be that the colony would serve as a buffer between Spanish held Florida and Carolina.

Though a good plan in principle, when it came to acting on it, it soon became apparent that the endeavor was doomed for failure. The reason was that though the Oglethorpe and his fellow backers were big on ideas, they had no clue as to what it took to not only run a colony, but carry out there plans. When the charter was granted, a council of trustees was established. The Trustees were the leaders of the endeavor, and to keep their endeavor free from personal interests and greed, none of the Trustees were paid, nor were they allowed to own any land in the colony.

On February 12, 1733 the first colonist arrived, and this marked the founding of the settlement that would become the city of Savannah. The plan to fund the colony was based on the notion that the climate could support a silk industry, and all colonists were charged with the task of not only creating, but produce silk for the use of England. The idea sounded good on paper, but much to dismay of the Trustees the climate was not conducive to the growth of silk worms. Furthermore, none of the colonists had any idea how to raise silk worms, let alone how to create silk. The colony would have gone bankrupt if it was not for large annual subsidies from Parliament. To make matters worse, to prevent the colonists to grow lazy and not fulfill their duties, Oglethorpe did not allow liquor in the colony. In addition no one was allowed to own more than 500 acres of land, and any land you owned you had to work yourself. Most colonists had no idea how to farm, let alone what it took to cultivate the land. Seeing little growth and many tracts of land laying fallow, Oglethorpe and the Trustees soon looked the other way to the bedding of these rules. By doing so, the colony began to grow but still profits were low.

After two decades of set backs, and a lack of production, the remaining trustees were unable to manage, let alone see their colony prosper. A year before their charter was to expire, the trustees returned their charter back to the crown, and the colony became a royal colony. It was this act that had the greatest impact, because once under the control of the crown, the colony became organized and better run. It was due to the work of crown appointed governors that the colony began to expand, and new settlements were founded.

In addition to the growth and redevelopment, the threat posed by the every increasing hostile Indians, was dealt with. In 1760 James Wright was appointed Governor, and he successfully brought an end to the hostilities, as well as gain popularity among the colonists due to his desire to seek peaceful terms. Sadly Wright has had to deal with a growing under current of the colonist€™s anger toward Parliament and English rule. Georgians seeing the actions England took against Boston became even more vocal. When news of events in Concord on May 11, 1775, colonists stormed the fort in Savannah, and took all the gunpowder and weapons stored their.

On June 4, 1775 a Liberty Pole was planted, which marked the start of the colonists self govern movement. During June and July Savannah saw numerous assemblies and debate take place which lead to the creation of a Council of Safety and a Provincial Congress. Upon doing this control of the colony fell to the colonists, and cooperating with the other colonies begun. The Council of Safety now empowered, as begin rising troops and seeing the blockade of Boston Harbor, and the defeat General Washington delivered to the British, preparation for war is underway.

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When the Colonies were founded, three types existed: proprietary, corporate and royal. The Colonies of Pennsylvania and Maryland are examples of proprietary colonies, because they are founded by individuals who hold all the political power. Colonies such as Connecticut and Rhode Island were founded as corporate colonies, which meant they were founded as economic ventures they received a character from the crown. Royal colonies, such as Virginia, were founded directly by the crown and had royally appointed governors.

Regardless on the type of colony, the colonies and their colonists considered themselves as Englishmen, and the government is clearly modeled on the English method. Each colony has a governor, who is elected by the King, and is seen as the King'€™s representative. Similar to the House of Commons, each colony had an elected colonial legislature or assembly which represents the interests of all colonists. Furthermore, there is an elected Council which was similar in scope and power to the House of Lords. Real colonial power is found in the Legislature, where most decisions are made and new policy debated. Though the Governor is charged with carrying out English law and royal decrees, the Legislature holds the power. To make things confusing is the fact that the colonies, for the most part, were left to their own devices to govern themselves. Only in matters of trade and taxes does Parliament take any role in colonial government affairs. Because of this freedom, the colonies grew accustomed to making their own policies and laws. It was when Parliament began exercising its political owner that the colonies began to fight back.

Due to the confusing nature of the various Colonial Legislatures it became apparent that this lack of unified governing was leading to problems for all colonists. Increasing French aggressions forced Benjamin Franklin in 1754 to propose a union of all the colonial governments, which would allow the colonies to respond to the threat as one. This effort, though successful in some ways, failed to unite the colonies. There were too many regional differences, and a general mistrust of each other. When tensions with France finally boiled over, the French and Indian War broke out, and Parliament was forced to take took a more active role in exerting its influence on the Colonies. Parliament made sure that the Colonies stayed under the domain of England. When the war was over and England had triumphed, it was faced with a large defect. To recoup its losses Parliament began imposing taxes on the colonies to help pay off the defect caused by the war. This action angered the colonies, the colonists and the Colonial governments and did something that Franklin failed to do, force the colonies into working together.

As Parliament continued exerting more control over the colonies, many of the colonial legislators responded. With the passage of the Stamp Act in 1765, nine colonies sent representatives to New York, to form the Stamp Act Congress. This Congress met to prepare a resolution that would speak out against the passage of the Act, and to layout the rights of all Colonists. The resolution fell on deaf ears in Parliament, and the Stamp Act went into effect, there was a success. This Congress was the start of a more unified front of the Colonists.

Though the Stamp Act would be repealed, Parliament continued to exert their legal right to govern the colonies. As more acts were passed, and more and more laws were put into effect that attempted to bring the colonists back under the control of Parliament, the colonies reacted by even more unified ways. The old grievances between colonies slowly dissolved as more pressing matters, such as Parliament not allowing the colonies a say in how they were being governed, took precedence. These events paid the way for the creation of the Continental Congress on September 1774.

On September 5, 1774 representatives from every colony, except Georgia, met at Carpenters Hall in Philadelphia. This first Continental Congress met until October 26, 1774 and accomplished two things: It created the Articles of Confederation, and it allowed fro the meeting of a second Continental Congress.

The Articles of Confederation is a pact between all colonies, and it drove the boycott of all English goods. Creating a more unified front, the boycott led to an agreement to expand the colonial militias and to the creation of a Continental Army.

On May 10, 1775 the second Continental Congress was called, where it further tried to stem the growing feeling of war. In the spring of 1776, the British have been pushed out of Boston, and under the command of General George Washing, the city now belongs to the Colonists. Though many feel the battles are far from over, many are relived, and the feeling of unity is stronger than ever. While General Washington and his army are enroute to defend New York, the Continental Congress began debating on its unified statement to Parliament regarding the Colonies' independence.

Your Hero suffers from a high fever, coughing, nausea, and difficulty of breathing. For d12 days your Hero’s Vitality is reduced by half and it is unable to be healed while suffering from disease. In addition they suffer a -1 to all Tests.

There are many groups found in the colonies. These groups range from small social clubs to secret societies. Included in this category are also philosophical groups.
!!!Sections
*[[Tories]]
*[[Whig]]

Your Hero suffers from water on the brain. Unless healed (either through magical arts or through skills) your Hero within d12 days, they lost 4 Ranks of Intellect permanently.

Your Hero suffers from palsy on one side of their body. There is no known cure for this disease, other than magical ones, and once it is contracted your Hero permanently loses 1 Rank of Agility, and anything that takes one hand, now requires two.

ex-British military surveyor with the engineers born in Southhampton, UK Sole survivor of the Peekskill debacle

|Might|8|Nimble|12|Vigor|10|
|Reason|14|Resolution|12|Actions|3|
|Faith|5|Sanity|60|Vitality|60|
''Skills''

Diplomacy 12; Gambling 14; Heal 14; Observe 14; Literacy (English) 14; Mapping 14; Melee 10; Shoot 12; 

''Fate''
Fate 1: //Former classmate Rupert Brentworth has come to teach at Princeton//
Fate 2: //On boat met Governor's aide and took him quite badly at the gaming table, he still owes//
Fate 3: //Bertram Lybrand - weathy Albany tycoon promised me a position while he was in England and renaged//
Fate 4: //Travelled on campaign in the Irish War 1768-1770 as a cartographer/ surveyor//

"Dr. French," a nephew of the celebrated Jonathan French (minister at Andover, Mass.), now living in the town of Rockingham, Vermont, says he often heard his father say that " Henry Archer, a gentleman from England," was the author of the " Volunteer Boys." By referring to the ''Pennsylvania Packet'', October, 1778, the reader will find the following: "Philadelphia Friday last, arrived in this city, Henry Archer, Esq. This young gentleman has been educated at a military school, in England, where he owned a handsome fortune, which he has lately sold, in order to embark as a volunteer in the American army."

All of the characters were created initially with 55 Attribute and 55 Skill points. Some have had experience added on to that for the play time they have already survived. This is the current stock of characters. The game began with just three and two of them were killed in Peekskill and others have joined since. 

Here is the cast of players:

*[[Henry 'Harry' Masterson]]
*[[Dustin 'Dusty' Walters]]
*[[Howard Sikes]]
*[[Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Adams]]
*[[Sarah Walters]]
*[[Senchotuska 'Swift Hawk']]
*[[Alistiar Judd]]

There are many heroes found in the Colonies.

Some are known by their deeds. Some are known by their actions. Some still, are not known by many, but those who come into contact with them, know them as heroes.

Here is a growing list of the heroes found in the Colonies.
!!Roll Call
*[[William Norris]]

It is now April 1, 1776, and the Continental Army having just succeeded in driving the British out of Boston in now on the move to secure New York. The Colonies is slowly being dragged into the conflict and the Colonists are making it known if they are Patriots, Loyalists or Neutral. Though many are moving to aid one side or the other in this growing conflict, there are still those who see these events as only a small part of a much larger battle, and that battle is one against the forces of the occult and supernatural. To put it more simply, the forces of the Devil.

Colonists who know of this war are already fighting it, and have been for a long time. The Devil and his minions are real and pose a real threat. Those who know of this threat are working in secret to fight the evil. The Witch Trials that plagued Salam, Massachusetts and Stamford, Connecticut were just a diversion for the real threat those with evil in their hearts and minds, working to exert their influence. Not everyone who is able to work Black Magic or Witchcraft are agents of the Devil, some simply use these powers so to gain power, wealth or prestige.

Your Hero has some knowledge of these forces, but for the most part they are in the dark about it. It is not until you come face to face with these powers that you begin to gain some idea as to what is really happening. Your Game Master knows of the powers and the threats that face the Colonies, the Colonists and your character. Through the course of your campaigns, you will slowly learn of these secrets and the danger that comes with them.

Magic is a very large part of life in not only the Colonies, but the known world. Magic is an art tracing its’ origins to the dawn of time. Magic exists. It is everywhere. It is everything. All groups and cultures have a history with working magic. There has always been those who due to a gift of birth have the ability to use Magic.

The first to work the powers of magic were the ancient Sumerians. From the Sumerians the Egyptians learned how to harness magic, but expanded on the art and took it in directions the Sumerians never dreamt of. While the Egyptians were building upon the Sumerians teachings, the culture that would lead to the creation of the Persian Empire discovered how to harness magic and built their own school of thought around it.

Through trade and conquest the various teachings of magic spread out into the world. Though many groups carried on with the known teachings, there was one group that treated magic differently. This group not only expanded upon these known teachings, but changed them and built upon them. Who was this group?

The Greeks.

When the Greeks began expanding their empire, they came into contact with magic and began studying it. Though there are many recorded cases of skilled Greek Mages, for the Greeks, magic was not important. For them it was just another topic to study and debate. It was the Romans, and their vast empire, that brought magic into prominence. For them, those with the ability to wield and work magic were seen as instrumental in the protection and growth of the Empire.

As the Roman Empire grew, so too did the wealth of knowledge dealing with magic. Scribes and scholars translated numerous works, and built upon this ancient knowledge adding more to it. It was also during this time that the Magi living and studying in northern Africa began developing their own unique view of magic. It was this view that would later be employed during the wars that would ravage the region in the years to come. As the Roman Empire spread out to encompass not only the Mediterranean, but the rest of Europe, they came into contact with other groups and their views on magic.

As time advanced, and Rome saw itself split two, and then eventually fall, magic slowly began seeping into the background. With Rome’s fall, the world was plunged into darkness. The reason for this was due to the work Societas Mercurialis preformed. It was the Societas working in secret to keep the creatures of evil and the occult at bay that protected the Empire. In Gaul, they banished demons; in Africa they brought to justice evil wizards who sought to destroy the Roman world. The Societas Mercurialis was the real power and military of the Empire, and though they were loyal to the Emperor, their real loyalty was to the Empire first.

The reason for Rome’s fall was due in large part to the abandonment of the Empire by the Roma Societas Mercurialis. Their anger at how the Emperors had grown weak and corrupt, and how those sworn to uphold the traditions of the Empire sought only to make as much wealth as they could off the Empire, lead the Societas Mercurialis to pull away and go into hiding. With their retreating, gone was the Empire’s protectors, and the forces of darkness and evil were allowed to flourish unchecked. It was this that brought the Fall of Rome. It was this that ushered in the Dark Ages.

Rome’s fall created a power vacuum, and with it gone, the forces of Satan flourished and wrecked havoc on land. The Dark Ages was a time when mankind was left alone to fend for themselves. Gone was the unified protection, and instead creatures of Satan, as well as his agents roamed free. Works of art, science, poetry and magic was destroyed, and the reason was due to a desire to obliterate the discoveries that man made. Though many works were destroyed, many still were saved and protected.

Though the forces of Satan were allowed to remain unchecked, there were small groups working in secret to fight them, and carried on the teachings of the Societas Mercurialis. This was not enough, and numerous evils were committed. It was during this time that a small religious cult grew and began to flexing their muscles. The Church of Rome, which was never more of nuisance, saw the opportunity to step into a role of protector as well as leadership.

The Church began to assemble protection, and began working to fight the growing evil. Though much good was done, much evil was done as well. The church began to take more and more power, and soon it was hard to know if they were for or against order. New discoveries were covered up, science contradicting doctrine was suppressed, and worse, magic was considered to be an affront to the Lord, was not being studied, let alone used. Through out the Dark Ages, the Church worked on two plans.

The first was to fight the growing evil and suppress it. Seeing the threat that not only Satan, but his agents posed, the Church worked to bring safety and protection to the world. The church’s agents were seen as being not only the first line of defense but the only defense. They worked tirelessly in fighting evil, and bringing those with evil in their hearts to justice.

The second plan of the Church was spreading its’ influence. From humble beginnings in Rome, the Church grew in power. From spreading their teachings throughout the world, to ensuring that it was they who all answered too, the Church worked to become the real power. No one could lead without their call; no one could act unless the Church allowed it. At first this was needed, due to the state of affairs and the lack of real political power.

As time progressed and order return to the world, the Church found itself in a strange situation. It was powerful, but the more it grew in power, the more it found itself losing power. The power led the church to overstep itself, and the more it tried to suppress not only magic but learning, the more new magic and learning appeared.

In time the Dark Ages lifted, and in Italy, a Renaissance began to bloom. New works of art, literature, science, music and magic began appearing. Works, thought lost during the Dark Ages, were rediscovered. These lost works of knowledge begun inspiring new generations. This Renaissance could not be contained in Italy, and slowly it spread throughout Europe, taking root in not only the hearts, but the minds of all people. Try as they might the church could not stem this tide of change. As man began exploring the world, they came into contact with new ides, as well as new learning.

With the Renaissance came new nations and new governments. From the rise of England, to the consolidation of power in France and Spain, these new world powers began not only influencing and shaping events. These powers had conflicting views on magic and the supernatural, and some like Spain, strived to ensure no one worked the powers of the occult and supernatural. While England was of two minds of the occult, it was France that became the central point for not only magical science but magical policy. As the world powers began expanding, they soon began colonizing the new worlds they discovered. Not only did the colonization of new lands bring much in the way of new goods and new wealth, it also brought new styles of magic as well as new learning.

Though much progress and scientific discoveries have been made, magic is still a part of the world and is one of the most important weapons employed. The men of science and members of the church feel magic and those working with it are either in hiding or dead. The secret truth is that the crowns of Spain, France and England see magic as an effective tool to be used against their enemies. Without magic, there would be no way for the spies and assassins to ply their trade in secret. Without magic, the armies of these powers would not have the support and power to fight their enemies. All powers, despite their public proclamations, use magic to some extent.

Magic is part of the world of Colonial Gothic; it has shaped and will continue to shape events. It is a tool that many believe is responsible for the problems currently plaguing the world. Even the church that has for so long sought to suppress and punish those working the art, secretly employ it themselves against the very forces they are fighting against. It is the church, more so than any other group, which has accumulated the greatest amount of knowledge and teachings on magic. Their vast library and archives, secretly preserves the very work that the Inquisition has worked tirelessly to find and destroy. Though the Pope and his College of Cardinals present a unified front to the world, unknown to them there is a secret split within the church. What this split will lead to is anyone’s guess.

Magic in Colonial Gothic is a rare and mysterious thing. It is something that not everyone comes into contact with, and it is a force not many understand. Furthermore, though the various governments might employ magic, most citizens and colonist view magic and those skilled in its use one or two ways.

For those with a more scientific bent and inclined to see the world rationally, their feelings toward magic is simple: magic is nothing more than superstitious claptrap. Magic does not exist, and those thinking that they are skilled in the use of it, or feel that it actually exists are deluded. So strong is their belief in science and in the new age of reason, their mind cannot comprehend the truth.

The other view diametrically opposed to the attitude that magic is make believe is the one that magic is the creation of Satan. Though those skilled in the art of [[White Magic]] disagree with this view, they do agree that some magic is the sole providence of Satan and his minions. This is an attitude not shared by the religious and the believing, and for them, all magic is evil. They argue that magic is not a force of benign neutrality, it was created by Satan, and he trains his minions in its’ use.

It is this belief that lead to the deaths of many innocent people in Salem, Massachusetts and Stamford Connecticut. Any hint of someone working magic, or knowing how to work magic, saw them facing judgment and burning at the stake. Though those days are gone, there are still many within locale churches and governments who feel that magic is an affront to God, and that the working of it is a crime punishable by death.

The truth of the matter is, magic is neither good nor bad—it simply exists. It is an element that can be worked by only those born with the ability to tap into it and wield it.

In Colonial Gothic Rituals are a way for GMs and players to interject magic into a game. Rituals are broad, and allow you to defines what the magic is. If you want to say your Hero is a shaman, the rituals you choose can be defined as being shamanistic. For a GM who wants to create an enemy Magus who works [[Black Magic]], you can. What follows are two options, based upon occult history that you can use to define Rituals in your games.

[[White Magic]] is perfect for the use of players. [[Black Magic]], is designed to be used by Game Masters.

|Might|3|Nimble|10|Vigor|5|
|Reason|9|Resolution|14|Actions|2|
|Vitality|0|Plasm|70| | |
!!!Skills 
Dodge [12], Stealth [12]
!!!Abilities
''Plant Control''
By expending their Plasm honochenokeh are able to control plants. To control plants requires a Resolution Test with Success having them able to do one of the following:
*Tangle – Plants can entangle one target making in immobile. To attempt to break free, the target must make a Might Test [-2.] It costs 2 Plasm to use this power.
*Part – A Successful Resolution Test has all plants within a 5-foot radius part allowing the honochenokeh and any with them, to travel easily. It costs 1 Plasm to use this ability.
*Smothering Green– Honochenokeh are able to control plants and have them grab opponents and squeeze them. This requires a Successful Brawl Test, and those trapped, can try to break out by making a successful Might Test. For every round trapped in the hug the opponent suffers a cumulative -1 to the Test. For example if the opponent has been in the hug for 3 Rounds they would suffer a -3 to the Test. Damage for a Hug is equal to the creature’s Resolution, and it costs 3 Plasm to use this ability.
*Grow – Can make a plant grow larger, and it costs 1 Plasm per 10 feet in growth.
The Honochenokeh are woodland spirits living in the forests. They view themselves as the proctor’s of all growing things and they take this role seriously. They are no more than four-feet in height and their body is covered in leaves.

|Might|14|Nimble|11|Vigor|14|
|Reason|3|Resolution|8|Actions|2|
|Vitality|70|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills
Brawl [14]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A horse’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Kick''

A horse’s kick causes damage equal to Might-2.

Though not native to the colonies, they were brought over by the Spanish, French and English. The horse is the major form of transportation, and much depends on them.

Taxidermist/ ex-Militia
Recruited to the cause by Masterson, born in Peekskill

|Might|9|Nimble|15|Vigor|9|
|Reason|11|Resolution|11|Actions|3|
|Faith|12|Sanity|55|Vitality|45|
''Skills''

Shoot 15; Stealth 15; Survival 11; Taxidermy 11
''Fate''
Fate 1: //My wife, upset at my time away has taken my son and left. Travels over the last couple of years has left trail still warm, in
pursuit of them.//
Fate 2: //Hunting big game has upset the balance of trade that the local hunters have relied on for a living//
Fate 3: //Father owes shipping company for his passage, escaped from indentured servitude to marry and have a child//

This bold song appeared in the //Freeman s Journal,// about one month previous to the declaration of independence, as a //Parody on an ode published in the Town and Country Magazine,// in 1774. The loyal papers of the time speak of it as a specimen of  "...high born rebel melody." There is a low and vulgar parody on this song, in a collection of //Fugitive Pieces,// published at London in 1777. 

''INDEPENDENCE''

FREEMEN ! if you pant for glory, 
If you sigh to live in story, 
If you burn with patriot zeal ; 
Seize this bright auspicious hour, 
Chase those venal tools of power, 
Who subvert the public weal. 

Huzza ! Huzza ! Huzza ! 
See Freedom her banner display, 
Whilst glory and virtue your bosoms inspire, 
Corruption's proud slaves shall with anguish retire. 

Would traitors base with bribes beguile you, 
Or with idiot scoffs revile you, 
Ne'er your sacred trusts betray ; 
Hancock, Adams, nobly pleading, 
Never from the truth receding,
Them, North's vengeance can't dismay. 

See, their glorious path pursuing, 
All Britannia's troops subduing, 
Patriots whom no threats restrain. 
Lawless tyrants all confounding, 
Future times their praise resounding, 
Shall their triumphs long maintain.

This ballad first appeared in //Fowle's Gazette//, on July 22, 1774, but soon after was adapted to a sacred air, and published in a broadside. 

Meshech Weare, is thought to be the writer of this balland. Born in 1714, he graduated at Harvard College in 1735. 

INDIA TEA. 

ROUSE every generous thoughtful mind. 
The rising danger flee, 
If you would lasting freedom find, 
Now then abandon tea. 

Scorn to be bound with golden chains, 
Though they allure the sight ; 
Bid them defiance, if they claim 
Our freedom and birth-right. 

Shall we our freedom give away, 
And all our comfort place 
In drinking of outlandish tea, 
Only to please our taste ? 

Forbid it Heaven, let us be wise, 
And seek our country s good ; 
Nor ever let a thought arise, 
That tea should be our food. 

Since we so great a plenty have, 
Of all that s for our health ; 
Shall we that blasted herb receive, 
Impoverishing our wealth ? 

When we survey the breathless corpse, 
With putrid matter filled ; 
For crawling worms, a sweet resort, 
By us reputed ill. 

Noxious effluvia sending out, 
From its pernicious store, 
Not only from the foaming mouth, 
But every lifeless pore. 

To view the same enrolled in tea, 
Besmeared with such perfumes, 
And then the herb sent o er the sea, 
To us it tainted comes 
Some of it tinctured with a filth, 

Of carcasses embalmed ; 
Taste of this herb, then, if thou wilt
Sure me it cannot charm. 

Adieu ! away, oh tea ! begone ! 

Salute our taste no more ; 
Though thou art coveted by some 
Who re destined to be poor.

Also known as //Sir Harry's Invitation// it was written by Philip Freneau and was printed on a ballad sheet.

''THE INVITATION''

COME, gentlemen tories, firm, loyal, and true,
Here are axes and shovels, and something to do!
For the sake of our King,
Come labor and sing.
You left all you had for his honor and glory,
And he will remember the suffering tory.
We have, it is true,
Some small work to do;
But here's for your pay, twelve coppers a clay,
And never regard what the rebels may say,
But throw off your jerkins and labor away.

To raise up the rampart, and pile up the wall,
To pull down old houses, and dig the canal,
To build and destroy,
Be this your employ,
In the day-time to work at our fortifications,
And steal in the night from the rebels your rations.
The king wants your aid,
Not empty parade;
Advance to your places, ye men of long faces,
Nor ponder too much on your former disgraces,
This year, I presume, will quite alter your cases.

Attend at the call of the fifer and drummer,
The French and the rebels are coming next summer,
And the forts we must build
Though tories are killed.
Take courage, my jockies, and work for your king,
For if you are taken, no doubt you will swing.
If York we can hold,
I ll have you enroll'd ;
And after you re dead, your names shall be read,
As who for their monarch both labor'd and bled,
And ventur'd their necks for their beef and their bread.

,Tis an honor to serve the bravest of nations,
And be left to be hang'd in their capitulations.
Then scour up your mortars,
And stand to your quarters,
'Tis nonsense for tories in battle to run,
They never need fear sword, halberd, or gun;
Their hearts should not fail em,
No balls will assail em;
Forget your disgraces, and shorten your faces,
For 'tis true as the gospel, believe it or not,
Who are born to be hang'd, will never be shot.

Items of Significance.

What does that mean?

These are Items that I have Researched all these many years. These are items, that since my arrival in the Colonies, that I have come into contact with & witnessed their power first hand. Much hides in the Shadows & Evil lurks in the Hearts of all.

With my Mind & my Knowledge these i'tms have Aided well.

Livingstone Hobb
March 15, 1775
!!List Great & Small
*[[Cold Iron]]

From [[A Song About Charleston, 1780]]

//King Hancock//. 

About the time this song was written, the subjoined paragraph appeared in the loyal newspapers: 

"John Hancock and Samuel Adams. -- Fortune, in one of her highest frolics, elevated those malignant stars to the zenith of power. The baneful 
influence of their conjunction, in the Western political hemisphere, has produced direful effects; but, when the lunacies of the former are separated from the villanies of the latter, the deluge of destruction that is certainly, though slowly, rolling after them, will rapidly come on, and overwhelm them and their infatuated votaries in prodigious ruin. 

"John Hancock appears in public with all the pageantry and state of an Oriental prince. He rides in an elegant chariot, which was taken in a prize to the Civil Usage, a pirate vessel, and by the owners presented to him. He is attended by four servants, dressed in superb livery, mounted on fine horses richly caparisoned, and escorted by fifty horsemen with drawn sabres, the one half of whom precede, and the other follow, his carriage. So, at present, figures this man, who owes his greatness to his country's ruin." 

— Frank Moore, Songs and Ballads of the American Revolution.

King's Mountain is situated near the Cherokee Ford, in the northern part of South Carolina. The battle ground is about one mile and a half south of the South Carolina line.

With the American's success s at [[King's Mountain]], where they defeated the forces of Ferguson and Depuyster, numerous ballads and poems were written commemorating this. This is just one example of the works chronicling the victory.

''[[BATTLE OF KING'S MOUNTAIN]]''

'TWAS on a pleasant mountain
The Tory heathens lay ;
With a doughty major at their head,
One Ferguson they say.

Cornwallis had detach'd him,
A thieving for to go,
And catch the Carolina men,
Or bring the rebels low.

The scamp had rang'd the country
In search of royal aid,
And with his owls, perched on high,
He taught them all his trade.

But ah ! that fatal morning,
When Shelby brave drew near !
'Tis certainly a warning
That ministers should hear.

And Campbell, and Cleveland,
And Colonel Sevier,
Each with a band of gallant men,
To Ferguson appear.

Just as the sun was setting
Behind the western hills,
Just then our trusty rifles sent
A dose of leaden pills.

Up, up the steep together
Brave Williams led his troop,
And join'd by Winston, bold and true,
Disturb'd the Tory coop.

The royal slaves, the royal owls,
Flew high on every hand ;
But soon they settled -- gave a howl,
And quarter'd to Cleveland.

I would not tell the number
Of Tories slain that day,
But surely it is certain
That none did run away.

For all that were a living,
Were happy to give up ;
So let us make thanksgiving,
And pass the bright tin-cup.

To all the brave regiments,
Let's toast 'em for their health,
And may our good country
Have quietude and wealth.

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//Les Secrets merveilleux de la magie naturelle du petit Albert//, supposedly by Albertus Magnus, 1668, French (Time to Read: 12)

This collection of magical knowledge is rumored to have originated in 1275. It is associated with the creation of talismans, including the infamous Hand of Glory.

In a chariot of light from the regions of day,
The Goddess of Liberty came;
Ten thousand celestials directed the way,
And hither conducted the dame.
Afair budding branch from the gardens above,
"Where millions with millions agree,
She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love,
And the plant she named Liberty Tree?

The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,
Like a nativeit flourish'd and bore;
The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,
To seek out this peaceable shore.
Unmindful of names or distinctions they came,
For freemen like brothers agree;
With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued,
And their temple was Liberty Tree.

Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old,
Their bread incontentment they ate
Unvex'd with the troubles of silver and gold,
The cares of the grand and the great.
With timber and tar they Old England supply'd,
And supported her pow'r on the sea;
Her battles they fought, without getting a great,
For the honor of Liberty Tree.

But hear, O ue swains, 'tis a tale most profane,
How all the tyrannical powers,
Kings, Commons and Lords,are uniting amain,
To cut down this guardian of ours;
From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms,
Thro' the land let the sound of it flee,
Let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer,
In defence of our Liberty Tree.

The authorship of this ballad has ballad assigned to one Jere. Sargent, of Philadelphia, a person of whom little is known; and also to Francis Hopkinson, the author of ''The Battle of the Kegs''. But, it is most probable, that it was written by the "eccentric John Mason," an operative in the office of the //Pennsylvania Packet//, the newspaper in which it first appeared. The late Mr. Hunnewell, of Watertown, Massachusetts, well remembered its popularity, and attributed it to Mason.

''LIBERTY'S CALL''

HIGH on the banks of Delaware,
Fair Liberty she stood;
And waving with her lovely hand,
Cried, "Still, thou roaring flood.

Be still ye winds, be still ye seas,
Let only zephyrs play!"
Just as she spoke, they all obeyed ;
And thus the maid did say :

"Welcome my friends, from every land
Where freedom doth not reign;
Oh ! hither fly from every clime,
Sweet liberty to gain.

Mark Londonderry s brave defence
'Gainst tyranny that swayed;
Americans, the example s great!
Like them, be not dismayed.

"Expect not that on downy beds,
This boon you can secure;
At perils smile, rouse up your souls!
War s dangers to endure.

"'Gainst your affronted land behold
Oppression rear its head;
In hydra-form and battle's din,
Each trembling slave to dread.

"But ye, its sons, will ne er give up
Your parent fires till death;
Behold ! yon beauteous virgins seek
Laurel your brows to wreathe.

Bear on your minds the noble deeds
Your ancestors achieved;
How many worthy Britons bled,
To have their children freed!

See on the meteors of the night
Their spirits wanly fly!
Roused from their graven by your distress;
Hark ! thus I heard them cry.

'Was it for this, ye mothers dear!
Ye nursed your tender babes?
Was it for this, our yet loved sons!
We sheathed our trusty blades?

'O ! genius of our ancient times!
Be thou our children's guide,
To arms ! to arms !' -- They call to arms,
And stalk in martial pride.

"I will them guide, ye reverend sires!
Go to your tombs in peace;
The rage of proud usurping men,
Your sons shall yet repress.

"Hold up your heads, ye weeping fair!
Their swords are on their thighs;
Smile yet again, ye lovely babes!
Their banner s in the skies.

"I come, I come, to join your train;
Heaven's ministers I see;
Farewell, my friends, be not afraid!
Be virtuous and be free!"

Heaven's portals opened as she soared,
And angels thence did come;
With heavenly songs and golden harps,
The Goddess welcomed home.

Libraries are very rare in Colonial America, and players hoping to access libraries are in for a surprise. The first and largest library in the colonies is the Library Company of Philadelphia which was established in 1739. To fund the purchase of books, and to control access to the collection, this library was a subscription library. Members pay an annual subscription fee of £5 which gives members full access to the books, though they cannot be removed from the library.

In 1730 The Society for the Promotion of Knowledge was founded in Newport Rhode Island, by a group of intellectuals who gather on a weekly basis. They met to share their latest book acquisitions and the knowledge they acquired through reading. This group lent their books amongst themselves, but in 1748 after a large donation by Charles Town, the group created their own library. This library is open only to member of the Society, and no outsiders have been granted access to this collection.

Not wanting to be outdone, and seeing themselves as the intellectual capital of the colonies, Boston decided to open a library. In 1756 a collection of intellectuals, which included John Hancock, formed a circulating library. To ensure this library stayed funded they instituted an annual subscription fee of £1 8s. Those paying this fee are allowed to borrow any book in the library, and keep it until they are finished reading it. Only one book can be borrowed at a time ensuring that the books return.

Small libraries are found in New York, New Haven, and Savannah, and are similar to Boston'™s in has they are run. Annual dues are charged, and as long as the dues are paid, members gain access to the collection to borrow books. Colonial colleges also have libraries, and unlike most, these libraries are open to not only current students but former students as well. Although this is a nice perk, former students must live close to their college, or they have to travel to gain access.

Private libraries are also common, but the sizes of these libraries are limited to the funds available to purchase books. Notable private libraries are the rumored collections of both George Washington and Thomas Jefferson. It is said that their libraries are larger than any libraries found in the colonies, and those who have had the privilege to gain access to them, speak of the number of esoteric works found within. Professionals, such as lawyers and ministers, also have private libraries, but the scope of these collections is limited to specific topics. In the case of lawyers, books will cover English and Crown law, as well as the works of Plato and Aristotle. For ministers, their collections tend to reflect their interests, and besides having numerous religious works, there are also works dealing with history and geography.

In the south, other than the library in Savannah, most libraries are in plantation houses. It is not uncommon for plantation owners to share the books with neighbors and exchange books amongst themselves.

|Might|12|Nimble|6|Vigor|14|
|Reason|13|Resolution|11|Actions|1|
|Faith||10|Sanity|—|Vitality|47|
!!Skills
Brawl [12]
!!Abilities
''Bite''

Livingstone causes damage by biting, and this damage is due to the sharp teeth he has. To bite an opponent requires a successful Fighting Test, and the damage a Bite causes is always Might.

''Claws''

Claws are what they imply; they Livingstone to cause damage. The damage claws cause is d12+Might.

''Drain''

Successfully Biting an opponent, the Livingstone drains 1d12 points of Vitality. To continue draining Vitality, he must make a successful Fighting Test to do so, success has them continue draining 1d12 points of Vitality.

''Insubstantial''

Livingstone can transform into mist, which allows them to float through any cracks.

''Mind Control''

Livingstone is able to exert their will on another and have them do what they choose. To use this ability the creature makes a Resolution Test and the opponent makes a Resolution Test. If the creature is successful and the opponent fails, the mind control works. If both succeed nothing happens.

''Night Vision''

Livingstone is able to see in the dark as easy as they can see in full daylight. They ignore all penalties while fighting in the dark.

''Rejuvenate''

Livingstone is able to heal, and regrow lost limbs. With this ability he is able to regain d12 Vitality as an action. To regrow a missing limb, it takes a number of days equal to Livingstone's Vigor.

''Shape Change''

As an action, Livingstone is able turn into a bat or a wolf.

''Spawn''

A victim of a vampire that loses all their Vitality due to a bite, must make a Faith Test, if the vampire wins, the opponent dies and becomes a vampire in d12 days.

''Summon''

Livingstone can summon a swarm of bats, and a pack of wolves.

''Undead''

Livingstone is undead, so he is immune to Smoke, Heat, Cold, and cannot die of suffocation. In addition, Livingstone is immune to Diseases, Poison and Fear, and takes no damage from Fire and Cold. Since dead, Livingstone does not breathe and is immune to drowning.

''Weakness''

Garlic repeals Livingstone, in addition he cannot cross running water. Driving a wooden stake into his heart automatically shifts them to mist. Removing his head kills him instantly.

For more info on Livingstone, download ''Sin Eater'' from [[here|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothicrulebook23]].

''LORD NORTH'S RECANTATION''

	WHEN North first began, 
	With his taxation plan, 
The Colonies all to supplant ; 
	To Britain's true cause, 
	And her liberty, laws, 
O, how did he scorn to recant. 

	Oh! how did he boast, 
	Of his pow'r and his host, 
Alternately swagger and cant; 
	Of freedom so dear, 
	Not a word would he hear, 
Nor believe he'd be forc'd to recant. 

	That freedom he swore, 
	They ne'er should have more, 
Their money to give and to grant; 
	Whene'er they address'd, 
	What disdain he express'd, 
Not thinking they'd make him recant. 

	He armies sent o'er 
	To America's shore, 
New government there to transplant; 
	But every campaign 
	Prov'd his force to be vain, 
Yet still he refus'd to recant. 

	But with all their bombast, 
	They were so beat at last, 
As to silence his impious rant; 
	Who for want of success, 
	Could at last do no less, 
Than draw in his horns, and recant. 

	With his brother Burgoyne, 
	He's forc'd now to join, 
And a treaty of peace for to want ; 
	Says he ne'er will fight, 
	But will give up his right 
To taxation, and freely recant. 

	With the great General Howe, 
	He'd be very glad now, 
He ne'er had engag'd in the jaunt; 
	And ev'ry proud Scot, 
	In the devilish plot, 
With his lordship, are forc'd to recant. 

	Old England alas! 
	They have brought to such pass, 
Too late are proposals extant; 
	America's lost, 
	Our glory at most 
Is only -- that tyrants recant.

In January, 1775, William Franklin, the governor of the colony of New Jersey, addressed the legislature, warning them not to sanction certain proceedings connected with the dispute existing between the mother country and the colonies, assuring them, that all their grievances would be redressed on petition. Lieutenant-governor Golden, of New York, followed in the same path, and had great success with the New York Assembly; the majority of that body agreeing not to send delegates to the Congress, that was to assemble in May of that year. This success was a triumph for the loyalists, and was the cause of great rejoicing. The following song of exultation appeared a short time after the event, in the //Gazetteer//, at New York, and has been attributed to Rivington, the editor of that paper ; but without any authority.

''LOYAL YORK''

AND so, my good master, I find tis no joke,
For York has stepp'd forward, and thrown off the yoke
Of Congress, committees, and even King Sears,
Who shows you good nature, by showing his ears.

I trembled lest York should have join d the mad freak,
And formed a part of the damnable sneak;
The fever abated, see order arise,
With ag'd constitutional tears in her eyes.

Having summon d her sons, who too wantonly stray'd,
And calling her fair sister Grace to her aid,
The youth she address d, in such accents of love,
As coming from mothers, ought always to move.

Says she, " My dear children, ah! why should ye roam,
In quest of rude discord, and leave me at home?
Your godfather Monarchy, bleeds at the heart,
To think that his sons should from virtue depart.

"Consider how long we have cherish d, protected,
How much we've indulg'd, and how little corrected,
How oft we re provok'd, and our councils tormented;
What insults forgiven, what bloodshed prevented.

"Behold your good brother, who rules in the north,
Examine his conduct and copy his worth:
Observe how Apollo presides, and you'll find,
How lovely are mercy and power combin'd.

"His task, though severe, he discharges with ease,
And studies, like us, to preserve and to please;
Oh! think how he feels, between brother and brother,
When he s sent to reconcile one to the other.

"Then cease, I beseech you, nor longer provoke
The hand, which so tenderly wards off the stroke.
Such counsel as this was enough, one would think,
To save them from ruin, though just on the brink.

"But would you believe, a committee they'd choose,
Consisting of three, who had nothing to lose?
One was a cock of the first game,
Who hand over hand was determin'd on fame.

"The second A-dam dog who lives upon strife,
And knows nought but hemp can lead him a worse life:
The third was a Cooper, good Lord, long preserve him,
Or, as I want rhyme, may his customers starve him!

"Together they went on a grand consultation,
To prove a republic was good for the nation,
And to show the old dame, it was easily prov'd,
Pronounced, by four words, all objections remov'd.

"Inestimable rights, infernal chains,"
A sleeping potion for a Briton's brains.
The aged matron silently withdrew,
Wept for her sons, and left them, Gage! to you.

Your Hero suffers from constant coughing, lost of breath, and weakness. This disease lasts for d12 days and while suffering from it their Body is reduced by half, and they lose 1 Vitality each day. While suffering your Hero us unable to have their Vitality restored.

A rare disease, Lycanthropy and one only contracted through a werewolf’s bite.

Once your Hero is bitten by a werewolf, they must make an unmodified Vigor Test to see if they are infected by Lycanthropy. Failing this test, has them contracting the disease of Lycanthrope.

Critical Success and Critical Failure do not come into play, because this is a black-and-white situation for your Hero—they either become a werewolf, or they don’t.

There is no known cure for this disease, and this includes magical cures as well.

A Hero contracting this disease reverts into a wolf-human hybrid each full moon. There is no known cure for Lycanthropy—magical or otherwise. The effects of Lycanthropy are devastating to “changed” Heroes and are applicable once they have turned into a were-beast:

Might, Vigor & Nimbleness-increased by 2

Resolution-decreased by 6

Obsessions (Disorder): Eats humans, infect others

Amnesia (Temporary): Whenever your Hero turns back into a human, they forget the previous night’s events.

Faith: Unable to gain any Faith points, because you are now an unwilling agent of Darkness during the full moon.

There are many facets to the magic and supernatural found in both the Old and New World. Though the world seems to be embracing a new age dedicated to reason, there are still many who cling to the old ways.
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[[Background]]
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[[Conversion Notes]]
[[Fate and Prophecies]]
[[Floor plans]]
[[Heroic Lifestyle]]
[[Heroes of the Colonies]]
[[Items of Significance]]
[[Magic in the World]]
[[Rituals]]
[[Supporting Characters]]
[[Creatures]]
[[Villains]]
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John Andre. 

The history of this young officer is well known. All that we know of his literary efforts, is given in the following advertisement, which appeared in //Rivington's Gazette// a short time after he was executed:

>//Monody on Major Andre, by his friend and correspondent, Miss Seward; with three letters, written by him, at eighteen years of age, to a most accomplished young lady, the object of his tenderest affection; also a few copies of the three cantos of the Cow Chace, which makes the collection complete respecting the literary productions of this ever- valued and universally beloved young gentleman//.

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The building had a great room and chamber, with a porch and second room in the rear. This is an example of a wealthy merchant's home, and is typical of the dwellings found in Virgina during the colonial period.

One of the best ways to learn more about the Colonial America period, as well as the history that has influenced [[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/1776a]], is through maps. Maps are a great tool, and they can tell you so much. To help make your [[Colonial Gothic|http://www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] games easier, here is a selection of maps for your use.
!!Maps
* [[The British Colonies in North America, 1763-1775|http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/historical/shepherd/british_colonies_1763-76.jpg]].  This is from the [[Perry-Castañeda Library Map Collection|http://www.lib.utexas.edu/maps/]] located at the [[University of Texas Libraries|http://www.lib.utexas.edu/]]
* [[Colonial America in 1754]]
* [[Roads of the Colonies]]
* [[Towns of the Colonies]]

|Might|10|Nimble|13|Vigor|9|
|Reason|13|Resolution|11|Actions|1|
|Faith|6|Sanity|35|Vitality|48|
!!Skills
Divination—Curromancy [13]; Dodge [13]; Profession—Cooking [13]; Ritual—Curse [14]
!!Gear
Knife; Skirt; Blouse; Leather boots; Satchel; Wooden spoon
!!Background
Born into slavery, Martha worked in the kitchen of a wealthy Hartford merchant from the time she could walk. It was in the kitchen that Martha learned she had the gift, and was able to touch a power few new existed. While working in the kitchen, Martha learned not only how to prepare food, but other skills that were to come in handy while she grew. When her master died, Martha discovered her freedom was given to her, along with a small sum of money. Locating tot he western portion of Connecticut, Martha has lived and worked, harboring dark thoughts, and performing darker deeds. What secrets does she know, and what are these dark deeds? Those who discover, learn the truth far too late.

The first colonists, numbering 200, arrived in 1634 aboard two vessels, the Ark and the Dove. The colonists purchased land from the Yaocomico Indians and established a permanent settlement, St. Mary's City. From there, Leonard Calvert, Caecilius' brother, ruled as governor, but he soon found his authority challenged by the colonists. Within a few months, Leonard summoned an assembly, which, in 1638, not only forced the governor to accord Marylanders all the rights and privileges due to Englishmen but also acquired the sole power to initiate all future legislation concerning the colony.

In 1649, the assembly passed the Maryland Toleration Act, which established freedom of religion for all Christians regardless of creed. Meanwhile, Virginia enshrined the Church of England as the established church of the colony, which brought many non-Anglicans, particularly Puritans, to Maryland. The governor gave the Puritans land to create a settlement in 1650 that they called Providence. In short order, the Puritans rebelled against the colonial government and outlawed all other forms of Christianity within their settlement. During this time, they vandalized and ransacked Catholic churches throughout the colony. This situation continued until 1658 when the governor regained authority over Providence and enforced the Toleration Act throughout the colony. Over time, the influence of Catholicism waned, as even the Calvert family reverted to Anglicanism.

Maryland's original charter was somewhat vague regarding the boundaries of the Calvert family's proprietary holdings. Indeed, violence erupted between Marylanders and Pennsylvanians because of this vagueness, with inhabitants of both colonies believing they had legal authority to settle and cultivate certain territories. It thus became clear that those boundaries conflicted with the claims of the Penn family, which held title to the colony of Pennsylvania. Consequently, the two great families solicited the services of the surveyors Charles Mason and Jeremiah Dixon to determine the proper boundaries of the two colonies. In 1767, the surveyors proposed a border that both the Calverts and the Penns accepted and that border has held ever since.

In 1774, when British forces occupied Boston and closed the port, revolutionary committees appeared in several colonies. These committees arose to support popular causes and to act as voices of the people, since the colonial administrators often paid little heed to anyone except their masters in Britain. Boston's call for a Continental Congress to address its grievances was gaining support across the colonies and Maryland's colonial assembly wished to consider this question. The royal governor, Robert Eden, opposed this and shut down the assembly to prevent it from being debated. This infuriated the assembly, which then created an ad hoc revolutionary government, the Assembly of Freemen, which aimed to represent Maryland's interests.

Initially, Maryland did not support full independence from Britain. Its delegates to the Continental Congress favored other solutions and made attempts to convince the Congress to take a less radical approach. Over time, though, as it became clear that Britain was intransigent and would not countenance a solution amenable to colonies, Maryland joined the chorus calling for independence. As the War of Independence continues, Maryland has not yet been at the forefront of any significant fighting. Baltimore, however, remains an important port and the success of the colonies depends heavily on the uninterrupted flow of goods and material through it. Likewise, the Maryland Line of soldiers have distinguished themselves in battle, as General George Washington has already noted. Thus, there is little doubt that this colony, like every other, will make a contribution to history as it unfolds.

In the middle of December, 1774, deputies appointed by the freemen of the province of Maryland, met at Annapolis, and unanimously resolved to resist the authority of Parliament, taxing the colonies, if attempted to be enforced, and to support the acts and designs of. the Continental Congress at all hazards. In addition they recommended that every man should provide himself "...a good firelock, with bayonet attached, powder and ball, and be in readiness to act in any emergency." These resolutions were productive of many ludicrous and bombastic ballads. From among these, the one following, adapted to the air //Abbot of Canterbury//, or //Wilkes Wriggle//, is selected.

''MARYLAND RESOLVES''

ON Calvert s plains new faction reigns,
Great Britain we defy, sir,
True liberty lies gagg'd in chains,
Though freedom is the cry, sir.

The Congress, and their factious tools,
Most wantonly oppress us,
Hypocrisy triumphant rules,
And sorely does distress us.

The British bands with glory crowned,
No longer shall withstand us ;
Our martial deeds loud fame shall sound
Since mad Lee now commands us.

Triumphant soon a blow he'll strike,
That all the world shall awe, sir,
And General Gage, Sir Perseus like,
Behind his wheels he ll draw, sir.

When Gallic hosts, ungrateful men,
Our race meant to extermine,
Pray did committees save us then,
Or Hancock, or such vermin?

Then faction spurn! think for yourselves!
Your parent state, believe me,
From real griefs, from factious elves,
Will speedily relieve ye.

Though not the first colony, no other colony holds a more prominent spot in Colonial America than Massachusetts. That is if you ask someone from New England, for many within the colonies, Massachusetts is seen as a place of intolerance and stubbornness. The colony is seen by many to be the heart of New England, as well as being the seat for much of the trouble plaguing the colonies. The colony now known as Massachusetts is actually a collection of three earlier colonies.

The first to arrive to the region were the Pilgrims. In 1620 seeking freedom to practice their religious beliefs 102 colonists boarded the Mayflower and sailing from England, arrived at Plymouth. Founding the Plymouth Colony, from here others would seek to make the land their own. Though Plymouth was not the first colony to be founded in New England (that honor falls to the Popham Colony which was found in 1607 in the area known now as Maine, only lasted for a year), it was the first to survive and eventually thrive.

With the success of Plymouth, Puritan colonists arrived and settled in the area dubbed Naumkeag (which would latter be renamed Salem) in 1628. Two years later (1630) John Winthrop arrived with a charter in hand, and the governorship of the colony. Winthrop made the seat of his power the city of Boston, which would become the center point in New England life. By 1652 the area encompassing New Hampshire was added to the Massachusetts colony.

As the Colony grew in power and wealth, many of the governing fathers began to take their positions seriously. The Puritans came to Massachusetts to escape the corruption they saw in the Church of England, and they wanted a land that was free from the taint they saw corrupting religion. Wanting to find a society that was not only led, but ruled by Lord’s teachings found in the Bible, this is what drove many to Massachusetts. Though they wanted to have a colony pure from the taint of other religious ideas and practices, a few Quakers, Anglicans and other denominations found an uneasy acceptance here. This would change in 1660 as the Puritans began enforcing their religious beliefs; they banned not only Quakers from the colony, but those who did not subscribe to the Puritans beliefs. Some spoke out against the Puritan leaders; most notably was Anne Hutchinson, Roger Williams, and Thomas Hooker. They and others were exiled form the colony, and much to Massachusetts’s Fathers displeasure, these disinters went on to form colonies of their own.

When King James II took the throne 1685 this marked the reign on a new king who was a devote Catholic. Disliking the Protestant’s, as well as their general attitudes toward him and the control they held in New England. In 1686 King James II revoked the colony’s Charter, and Joseph Dudley was appointed to the newly created post of President of New England. In May 1686, the Massachusetts Bay Colony ended when its charter was annulled.

Over the next few years the colony was rocked with numerous changes in governing and outlook. Dudley, who put New Hampshire and the area of Rhode Island into his control, was replaced by Edmund Andros who was made Royal Governor of New England. When James II was overthrown by King William and Queen Mary, the Massachusetts colonists overthrew Andros and his officials, and Simon Bradstreet assumed the post. Bradstreet’s first act was merging the Massachusetts Bay Colony and Plymouth Colony. By 1692 a new governor, William Phips, was appointed with a new colonial charter, and unlike his predecessors, he took a hands off approach to the governing of the colony.

One of the glaring issues that took place in Massachusetts was the Salem Witch Trails. These Trails saw numerous innocent women and a few men tried and killed for the crime of being a witch. Though very little evidence was ever shown to support these claims, some feel that the real witches were the ones orchestrating the trials.

Massachusetts is a hot bed of activity, and many living here bristle under the yoke of Parliamentary rule and their effort to exert their will in the colony. Massachusetts is also home to numerous colleges, the most famous of which is Harvard, founded in Boston. The numerous acts Parliament has past, has led to a rise in a few groups calling for rebellion. At first these cries were ignored, but on March 5, 1770, in the city of Boston, British soldiers fired on a group of protesters killing five.

Massachusetts, next to Virginia, is one of the oldest colonial settlements found in the New World. Residents here are hard working, and have a reputation of being stubborn and ill mannered. The center of Massachusetts life is Boston, and for many this is seen as the City on the Hill. Though the time of religious rule is over, the colony still has an air of intolerance toward different ideas and outlooks. Though not as wealthy as the southern colonies, Massachusetts is a major player in fishing, lumber, and shipping.

This was first published in London on November 8, 1768 in the //St. James Chronicle//. Upon its' publication it was published widely in America.

''THE PARODY PARODISED''

COME swallow your bumpers, ye tories, and roar,
That the sons of fair Freedom are hamper d once more ;
But know that no cut-throats our spirits can tame.
Nor a host of oppressors shall smother the flame.

In freedom we re born, and, like sons of the brave,
We'll never surrender,
But swear to defend her,
And scorn to survive, if unable to save.

Our grandsires, blest heroes ! we ll give them a tear,
Nor sully their honors, by stooping to fear ;
Thro' deaths and thro' dangers, their trophies they won,
We dare be their rivals, nor will be outdone.

Let tyrants and minions presume to despise,
Encroach on our rights, and make freedom their prize :
The fruits of their rapine they never shall keep ;
Tho vengeance may nod, yet how short is her sleep !

The tree, which proud Haman for Mordecai rear'd,
Stands recorded, that virtue endanger'd is spar'd,
That rogues whom, no bonds and no laws can restrain,
Must be stript of their honors, and humbled again.

Our wives and our babes, still protected, shall know,
Those who dare to be free, shall for ever be so ;
On these arms and these hearts they may safely rely,
For in freedom we'll live, or like heroes we'll die.

Ye insolent tyrants ! who wish to enthrall
Ye minions, ye placemen, pimps, pensioners, all,
How short is your triumph ! how feeble your trust !
Your honors must wither and nod to the dust.

When oppress'd and reproach'd, our king we implore,
Still firmly persuaded our rights he ll restore ;
When our hearts beat to arms, to defend a just right,
Our monarch rules there, and forbids us to fight.

Not the glitter of arms, nor the dread of a fray,
Could make us submit to their chains for a day ;
Withheld by affection, on Britons we call,
Prevent the fierce conflict which threatens your fall !

All ages shall speak, with amaze and applause,
Of the prudence we show in support of our cause ;
Assur d of our safety, a Brunswick still reigns,
Whose free loyal subjects are strangers to chains.

Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all !
To be free is to live, to be slaves is to fall ;
Has the land such a dastard, as scorns not a lord,
Who dreads not a fetter much more than a sword.

In freedom we re born, and, like sons of the brave,
We'll never surrender,
But swear to defend her,
And scorn to survive, if unable to save.

|Might|10|Nimble|12|Vigor|13|
|Reason|11|Resolution|10|Actions|1|
|Faith|12|Sanity|50|Vitality|57|
''Skills''

Profession&#151;Tracking &#91;11&#93;; Trade&#151;Farming &#91;11&#93;; Shoot &#91;14&#93;; Stealth &#91;12&#93;

''Gear''
Linen shirt, leather pants, Deer hide long jacket, Leather moccasins, Hunter's bag, Knife, Colonial musket

''Background''
Hailing from Ireland, Mell and her family came to the colonies searching for a new start.

Her father, lured by the promise [[Georgia]] offered, relocated and began farming the land. Always different from her siblings and playmates, she found enjoyment exploring the forest surrounding your family's farm and learning the ways of the outdoors.

By the time Mell was eight, she was already an excellent shot with the musket. While away on one of her frequent hunting trips, her family was killed and their farm destroyed by a Cherokee war party. Taking what she could, Mell worked to survive, alone, in the dangerous world.

Mell has seen much in her brief eighteen years of life. There is evil lurking in the woods, this evil will devour everything if not stopped.

!![[New York]]
*There is a lot of adventuring possibilities in New York. With the various Indians living along the frontier, especially the Haudenosaunee, Game Masters wishing to run campaigns revolving around dealing with this group, have much to work with. One possibility is to have a few of the lesser tribes, who are the remnants of the Haudenosaunee former enemies, rise up and attack both the colonists and Haudenosaunee. If something of this is a little to combat heavy for your taste, you can try a more subtle approach of negotiations, discovery and conflict. Both sides are wrong, and neither is innocent.
*Supernatural elements are very easy to work in, and there are many areas of New York are ripe for the pickings. Supernatural threats, such as a Black Mage raising the dead and plaguing a remote settlement are one possibility. A werewolf, perhaps one who is a Native might be plaguing all on the nights of the full moon. If something more urban is your preference, a vampire stalking the streets of Manhattan, and the other towns and villages of the Manhattan and Long Island is possible.
*With the revolution under way, New York is about to become a center of activity. With the impending British Invasion, to the Continental Army becoming based here, the city offers a lot. If you want to run a pure revolution campaign, heroes can be part of the Continental Army searching out Loyalist spies and agents. If supernatural is more your bent, New York City and the surrounding area offers many hideouts for agents of the occult and supernatural.
!![[Pennsylvania]]
*Pennsylvania is ripe for adventure, and no greater place for it exists than in Philadelphia. Numerous bookshops, taverns, and shops are found here selling anything a person would want. Those who are inclined toward magic and superstition, can find shops hidden in the shadows selling books, charms, and sometimes talismans. Those practicing alchemy, black magic, even witchcraft, can be found here as well. All of this offers Game Masters numerous adventure hooks. From tracking down a cabal of witches, to discovering the cause for a rash of disappearances, all of this is fair game.
*If the urban is not to your liking, the rural areas, especially the western portion of the colony offer many hidden places for supernatural terrors to hide.
!![[Delaware]]
*Though a small colony, Delaware has had numerous groups live here and contest the land. From the Swedes, to the Dutch, and now the English, many groups of Europeans have lived here. The scars of the previous conflicts still fester, and there are some natives still harboring resentment to the treatment they have endured.
*The revolution that is in its™ early infancy is very ripe for use and for setting adventures. There is a split between two groups, and GMs looking to add a political tone to their adventures, would be well off with using Delaware. The sides are very well defined, with the wealthy and connected supporting England, and the rural and working classes supporting the rebellion.
*Supernatural threats are very easy to add to the mix with those using the occult supporting both sides of the conflict serving as foils. Sweden once had a small settlement here, but disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Why? What led to this? A simple Indian Raid that killed all, or is there something much darker and evil behind it?
!![[New Jersey]]
*Though one of the smaller of the colonies, New Jersey has a lot of adventure potential. The metropolitan centers offer much in the way of fighting supernatural threats as well as tracking cults and foiling their plans. The western portions of the colony offer plenty of lost sites dating back to a time prior to colonization. With the growing tensions and the coming revolution, GMs wanting to use the revolution for a source of adventures will see the region ripe with military conflict.
* See, [[Sin Eater|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothicrulebook23]].

SONS of valor, taste the glories 
Of celestial liberty, 
Sing a triumph o'er the tories, 
Let the pulse of joy beat high. 

Heaven hath this day foil'd the many 
Fallacies of George the King; 
Let the echo reach Britan'y, 
Bid her mountain summits ring. 

See yon navy swell the bosom, 
Of the late enraged sea ; 
Where er they go, we shall oppose them, 
Sons of valor must be free. 

Should they touch at fair Rhode Island, 
There to combat with the brave, 
Driven from each dale and highland, 
They shall plough the purple wave. 

Should they thence to fair Virginia, 
Bend a squadron to Dunmore, 
Still with fear and ignominy, 
They shall quit the hostile shore. 

To Carolina or to Georg'y, 
Should they next advance their fame, 
This land of heroes shall disgorge the 
Sons of tyranny and shame. 

Let them rove to climes far distant, 
Situate under Arctic skies, 
Call on Hessian troops assistant, 
And the savages to rise. 

Boast of wild brigades from Russia, 
To fix down the galling chain, 
Canada and Nova Scotia, 
Shall disgorge these hordes again. 

In New York state rejoin'd by Clinton, 
Should their standards mock the air, 
Many a surgeon shall put lint on 
Wounds of death received there. 

War, fierce war, shall break their forces, 
Nerves of tory men shall fail, 
Seeing Howe with alter d courses, 
Bending to the western gale. 

Thus from every bay of ocean, 
Flying back with sails unfurl'd, 
Tossed with ever-troubled motion, 
They shall quit this smiling world. 

Like Satan banished from heaven, 
Never see the smiling shore; 
From this land, so happy, driven, 
Never stain its bosom more.

Links to some of the nicer American Revolution (or War of Independence as some call it) ranges. The figs are all 28mm:

Perry Miniatures

http://www.perry-miniatures.com/index2.html

Not quite Revolutionary, but check out Conquest Miniatures:

http://www.conquestminiatures.com/

Fantastic ranges of settlers, First Nations fighters and French & Indian War troops - check out the "Last of the Mohican's" characters.

For the slightly spookier side of things, check out blue Moon Manufacturing. They have a great range of Colonial American civilians:

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As well as French & Indian War soldiers and Natives:

http://www.bluemoonmanufacturing.com/index.php?cat_id=17

Best of all - Sleepy Hollow, complete with loony undead Hessian!!

http://www.bluemoonmanufacturing.com/view_product.php?product=BMM105

They also have Vampires, werewolves, timber wolves...all manner of good stuff.

Another company which does a "Headless Horseman" line is Westwind Productions:

http://www.westwindproductions.co.uk/catalog/index.php?cPath=2_20

The above was posted to the [[The Colonial Gothic Gazette|http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/Colonial_Gothic_Gazette/]] by Patrick Fitzgerald.

Another product that is very good is [[Disposable Heroes: American Revolution|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16632]]

A wound begins to fester and a foul smell emits from it. After two days the wound begins to turn blackish green. This disease affects one body part on your Hero. They lose 2 Ranks to Strength and Agility, and 1 Rank to Body each day sick. Unless the wound is healed magically, the only cure is to amputate the limb that is affected.

Nathan Hale was a descendant of John Hale, first minister of Beverly, Massachusetts. He was the son of Richard H. Hale, of Coventry, Connecticut, and graduated at Yale College in 1773, with high honors. Little is known of his private history. The subjoined account of him is copied from the //Freeman's Journal//, of February 18, 1777. "The following is a genuine specimen of tory benevolence, and may be depended upon as real matter of fact." Samuel Hale, lute of Portsmouth, New Hampshire, after his elopement from thence, visited an uncle in Connecticut, where he was hospitably entertained; but as his uncle was a whig, and had a son, a young gentleman of liberal education, and most amiable disposition, who strongly felt for his bleeding country, and being very active in the military way, was urged and prevailed on to take a commission in the Continental army; consequently Samuel was obliged to conduct with caution, and counterfeit, as well as he could, a whiggish phiz, while he tarried, which was, however, but a short time, before he made his escape to General Howe in New York. Some time after this, Captain Hale, at the request of the General, went into New York in disguise, and having nearly accomplished his designs, who should he meet but his aforesaid cousin Samuel, whom he attempted to shun but Sam knew him too well. Captain Hale soon found lie was advertised, and so particularly described, that he could not get through Long Island. He therefore attempted to escape by King's-bridge, and so far succeeded as to get to the outer guard, where he was suspected, apprehended, carried back and tried, and yet would have been acquitted, had not his affectionate and grateful cousin Samuel appeared and made oath, that he was a captain in the Continental army, and that he was in there as a spy, in consequence of which he was immediately hung up. However, at the gallows he made a sensible and spirited speech ; among other things told them they were shedding the blood of the innocent, and that if he had ten thousand lives, he would lay them all down, if called to it, in defence of this injured bleeding country. 

"The printers throughout the continent are desired to exhibit this tragical scene to the public ; that they may see what they may expect if they fall into the hands of the tories." 
----
''Note:'' The following appeared in the //Songs and Ballads of the American Revolution//, written by Frank Moore in 1856. This book is now out of print and in the public domain.

by Neal Dalton

!!!The Bookshelf
* [[The Black Pullet]]
* [[The Sworn Book of Honorius]]
* [[Les Secrets merveilleux de la magie naturelle du petit Albert]]

!![[Massachusetts]]
*Game Masters wanting to add a touch of mystery can base adventures in the northern reaches of the colony and have the players look into the reasons for the disappearance of the Popham Colony. A legend exists that Satan himself appeared in the middle of the colony leading the hosts of Hell in the destruction of the colony. Whether this is true, or not, what is known is that the colony only lasted for a year, and then disappeared. No one, not even the Natives, know what happened, let a lone where this colony was found.
*Witches have played a large role in the colony'€™s history. Some argue that these witches were not real, and were victims of persecution. Some claim, and do so in hushed tones, the real witches were the ones behind the trials. They were removing those who knew the truth. Though the Mather€'s are one of Massachusetts most prominent families, the Mather'€™s harbor a secret, one of their own was a witch, and he still lives working his evil plans.
!![[Rhode Island]]
*Though small, Rhode Island is not small on adventure. Blessed with a great port, Newport and well as Providence, are ideal places for smugglers, and pirates. It is along the wharves of Rhode Island that the Heroes can hear rumors of lost treasure, or discover a cult of slavers kidnapping innocent victims for use in dark sacrifices. More interesting the Heroes might hear rumors of the fabled lost treasure of Black Beard, which leads them to the [[Southern Colonies]].
*Besides the ocean going adventures, another possible adventure is one centering on the bitter feelings between Massachusetts and Rhode Island. Though the rebellion might be gripping the hearts and minds of the colonists, there are older families still bitter over the founding of Rhode Island. Though Williams, the Hutchinsons, and Blackstone came to the area in search of religious freedom, some know the real reason for their arrival, escaping the mad plans of a few Puritan families with ties to Satan. These ties still hold true today, and the families work in the background trying to influence events in Rhode Island.
!![[New Hampshire]]
*New Hampshire is a colony of mystery, and this is due to its remoteness as well as tactless amounts of wilderness. This remotness allows Game Masters to stage many different types of adventures. Do you want to deal with the bitter feelings of the French who harbor desires to recapture not only Canada, but claim the land the colonies currently occupy? What about the supernatural and the occult? The forests and mountains hide many dark mysteries, mainly those who seek to work with darker forces and make pacts with even darker powers.
!![[Connecticut]]
*With the rebellion growing, Game Masters looking to interject some political plots into their campaigns, can do so in Connecticut. There are many who are moving against the British, and taking part in not only demonstrations, but acts of rebellion. Stealing supplies, spying on troops, and working to undermine the civil authority of the Parliament appointed officials offer GMs ample fodder. For those with a more supernatural bent, some of these agents might be occult in nature.
*Another supernatural bent would be one that deals with the remaining Pequot who have retreated into the frontier and harbor resentment toward the English. Though the war has been over close to 100 years, the memories of the Pequot are longer still. Some have embraced darker spirits, and now work actively with these spirits to punish the English. with the rebellion taking everyone's attention, the Pequot work in the shadows. What do they have in mind, and how badly do they want to avenge their lost?

One of the smaller colonies, New Hampshire is known for being one of the wildest colonies. With extensive tracts of wilderness, and a reputation for being a place of mysteries, New Hampshire has much to offer.

The origins of the colony traces back to 1623 when a land grant was given to Captain John Mason. Captain Mason, who was a wealthy former naval captain, and seeing the economic success the colonies of Virginia and Massachusetts were having, saw a way to increase his fortune by setting up a colony for himself. Funding the venture, he sent the brothers Thomas and Edward Hilton, David Thomas, and a group of settlers to the mouth of the Piscataquis River, and there they established their colony.

Unlike other colonial ventures, New Hampshire was planned and well supplied. Sparing no expense and using his knack of planning Captain Mason ensured his venture would be a success. The colonists were provided with not only provisions and supplies, but ships for the colony’s exclusive use. In addition, all settlers choosing to accompany the brothers were given free land to not only work, but live on. The only requirement was that all members of the colony were to remain subjects to English sovereignty. Though the chance of failure was great, and the prospects dying in the New World even greater, the chance to live in a new land, and own land was too great to turn down.

To maximize the success of the colony Captain Mason devised a plan to create two settlements. The way of gaining the most profits was through the lucrative fishing industry, and Captain Mason set up his colony to do just that. In order to make the plan work, the colony was created with an eye toward making the fishing business work. The first settlement, named Little Harbor, was under the control of Thomson and was located near the mouth of the river. Thomson organized and lead in the building of salt-drying fish racks and a large stone building for processing fish. In order for Little Harbor to get the cod, the Hilton's set up a fishing village they called Northam, but would eventually be renamed Dover. Here the fishing fleets were harbored, and would sail the North Atlantic fishing the massive schools of cod and other fishes teaming the waters.

At first the colony was named North Virginia, due to it being north of Captain John Smith’s Virginia Colony. When King James took the throne, he renamed the land New England. When another new settlement named Portsmouth, was started, Captain Mason renamed his colony New Hampshire to honor his own English county of Hampshire. By the time Captain Mason died in 1635, Dover and Portsmouth were joined by two other towns, Hampton and Exeter. More importantly adding to the fishing profits of the colony were the profits from a booming timber and fur trade. To aiding in the governing of the colony, the settlements were reorganized into a community of towns. In 1679 the colony became a Royal Province, and John Cutt was appointed president. Seeing the wealth generated by New Hampshire, the Massachusetts power base worked their influence, and was able to have the colony come under the jurisdiction of Massachusetts with Joseph Dudley as Governor in 1698.

This remained the case until 1741. With his anger toward Massachusetts’s leadership, and his growing displeasure in their continued lack of compliance to Parliament, King George II took New Hampshire away from Massachusetts and returned it to its original provincial status. He appointed Benning Wentworth as governor, and it is Wentworth who would lead the colony to its' greatest heights. From 1741 to 1641 Governor Wentworth saw his colony dealt numerous challenfes that needed to be dealt with. The most troublesome where the numerous Indian raids residents of the colony experienced. Up and down the frontier Indians, with the secret blessing of their French Fathers, made life difficult for the colonists. Looking for aid from England, and getting nothing but empty promises, Wentworth sanctioned the creation of the militia and worked tirelessly to secure his colony from all threats. One of the main groups that fought against the various war parties was Rogers Rangers. This group, employing the tactics of their enemies, was able to repeal many attacks and deal with many strange threats. If that was not enough, when French and England went to war, New Hampshire became enmeshed in the conflict. When the conflict came to an end, Wentworth was left with an all of northern New Hampshire opened up and ready to be exploited. Within a very short time, a total of thirty-eight towns had been created and were under way of being built.

Growing too old, and tired, Wentworth was succeeded by his nephew John Wentworth. Upon becoming Governor, Wentworth the younger followed the trail blazed by his uncle. One of his first acts was to build roads making travel and commerce easier between the various towns. More importantly, seeing the need to have centers of education in his colony, Wentworth was instrumental in the founding of Dartmouth College.

Though seeds of dissent are begin sowed throughout the colonies about the harsh treatment they are getting from the various acts parliament are enacting, many in the colony leadership structure, including the governor are firmly on the side of England. What this means for the future of the colony is anyone’s guess.

The history of New Jersey is one that is tied to the early history of New York. The area that would become known as New Jersey traces its’ origins back to the time of Henry Hudson. Originally part of the Dutch’s New Netherlands, small trading colonies were built along the coast and major rivers for the sole purpose of trading with the natives. It would not be until 1660 that the settlement of Bergen was founded, and this became an important fixture in the Dutch’s colonization efforts in the New World.

During the conflict with England, and the lost of New Netherlands in 1664 the English gained control of the region. In 1664 the Dutch lost New Netherlands when the British took control of the land and added to their growing New World colonies. Given to James, Duke of York, the territory of New Jersey was considered to be part of Province of New York. The land that fell between the Hudson and Delaware Rivers was given to Sir George Carteret in return for the settling of a debt.

This created a new province which Carteret named after his ancestral home of the Island of Jersey. Part of the province was sold to Lord Berkeley of Stratton, who was a close friend of the Duke. Together, both Carteret and Berkeley became the proprietors of the propriety colony of New Jersey. To make management of the new colony easier, the colony was divide in half (East Jersey and West Jersey) and with control given to Sir George Carteret and Lord John Berkley. It was Carteret was appointed the governor of the colony.

With control on the land both Berkeley and Carteret sold pieces to would be settlers and speculators for very low prices. These prices attracted numerous settlers, and the fact that any who choose to come to the location were given not only political but religious freedom, the colony became very diverse. As a result, New Jersey was more ethnically diverse than many other colonies. Starting with just four houses, the town of Elizabethtown was set up by Carteret to be the capital of the colony. From here, agents traveled into New England with the invasion to relocate to the colony and settler in a place freer than most. One of the many to take the Agents up on their invitation was a group from new Haven who located along the bank of the Passaic River. With the influx of settlers and development Elizabethtown grew and the first legislative assembly took place on 1668.

With the arrival of 1670 trouble came to the colony. Prior to this year, the colony grew and became prosperous due to the climate of tolerance. 1670 shattered this when the legislature passed rents of a half-penny for each acre of land a person owned. This angered many because some of the settlers had purchased their land direct from the various native tribes, and did so before the colonial government was established. Many refused to pay the rent, because it was an unjust tax levied without their consent.

For the next two years the colony was in an uproar and an organized resistance to the rent took place. May 1672 saw the tensions boil over and a rebellion took place. Colonists opposed to the rent sent representatives to the assembly in Elizabethtown. The group elected a new governor and forced Carteret to leave the province. Returning to England, he sought more authority, as well as assemble a soldiers so that he could reclaim his colony from the rebels. All of this would soon change, however, because on August 1673, the Dutch reclaimed their lands from the English.

Victory was short lived, and fifteen months later the territories were restored to England. , Receiving a new charter the Duke of York received a new charter and appointed Edmund Andros governor of the whole colony. Carteret complained, and his authority was partly restored, but it was Andros who was seen as being the real leader of the colony.

For the next fifty years, New Jersey weathered its fair share of power struggles and disputes. By 1702 the proprietors of the colony grew tired of all the struggles and surrendered the colony to then ruler Queen Anne. Control of New Jersey given to Sir Edward Hyde, governor of New York, and New Jersey was added to his control. New Jersey remained a dependency of New York, but had a distinct legislative assembly of its own. It was Lewis Morris who pushed to make the colony independent, and served as its chief justice. In 1738 the colony was made an independent colony, and Morris was appointed the first governor.

1763 saw William Franklin, the son of Benjamin Franklin, appointed as governor. A staunch support of England, the recent call of rebellion has not been an easy time. Though many of New Jersey colonists are becoming vocally in favor of rebellion Franklin and the bulk of the colonies government is clearly loyal to England. The New Jersey representatives to the Continental Congress have been chosen without the consent of Franklin, and there is growing tension between the governor, his colonial assembly and the Continental Congress. Now with the fall of Boston, and rumors of the coming of the British military, many in New Jersey do not know what the future holds. Tensions are running high, and as to what the future holds, no one is certain.

Written in America, and published in a music sheet, entitled "New Year's Day, 1781, to the tune 'Get you gone, raw head and bloody bones.'" It also appeared in the anti-ministerial English and American newspapers of the time.

''NEW YEAR'S DAY''

OH ! old England, old England ;
And oh ! the New Year's day ;
Such a new year as this
A blind man would gladly see.
How we go up, up, up, &c.

Now we are at a dead stop,
And so we sink deeper and deeper ,
Little Greorgey's as sound as a top,
And his Primy's an excellent sleeper.

Oh ! the navy, the navy,
Of Britain the safety and boast ;
Lord Twitcher has kept it so safely,
Our foes on the seas rule the roast.

Here's an inferior fleet,
With an admiral wrapt up in flannel ;
By which we're insulted abroad,
And with which we sneak into the channel.

But oh ! how we hurried and scurried,
Our cowardly enemies scorning ;
There we run away over night,
And there we waited till morning.

Parliaments squabble and gabble,
Ministers wonder and stare ;
Armies march backwards and forwards,
Americans stand as they were.

But oh ! how bloody and stout,
Struts the commander-in-chief ;
He's as sharp as a snipe at the snout,
And lacks nothing but wisdom and beef.

This lord bids him go up,
That lord makes him run down,
T'other drives him first backwards and forwards,
And a fourth makes him skip and turn round.

With such mighty armies and fleets,
With commanders and ministers true ;
We bully all kingdoms and states,
Tho' to beat one we cannot tell how.
But so we go up, up, up, &c.

As for our credit and wealth,
The pride and the strength of John Bull ;
The nation's as poor as myself,
Tho' Lord North swears his budget's quite full
So we go up, up, up, &c.

Oh ! for a gibbet and block,
Oh ! for a hatchet and cleaver ;
How well would a home-hit stroke,
Prove a just and a kind reliever.
Then would old England go up,
Instead of going down, down-a;
We're tired of backwards and forwards,
Tis' time that things were turn d round-a.

Then would we lop 'em and crop 'em,
Bring traitors at once to a level ;
The junta should lead up the dance,
And the others the way to the devil.
Then would old England go up, &c.

At court we make snuffers and buttons,
Great folks must have something to do ;
Bully Bagshot cures drunkards and gluttons,
The king gallops from Windsor to Kew.
See him tit up a tit up, &c.

Oh ! religion, religion,
I mean to be seriously grave,
Archbishops and bishops raise papists,
The protestant cause for to save.
So we go up, up, up, &c.

See Murray and Wedderburne both,
O'er our lives and our fortunes preside ;
And its lucky for England, in troth,
No such lawyers are bred south of Tweed.
So we go up, up, up, &c.

So we're abolish'd, demolish'd,
Yet no man stands up for his right ;
But, my friends, while the kingdom's on fire,
The Scots make their way by the light.
Then help old England up,
And knock all her enemies down,
Let us join as all Englishmen ought,
'Tis time that things were turn'd round.

Though the English have long history of New World colonization, it is the colony known as New York that has the longest history of European Settlement. The first record of an European setting foot on the land is 1524 when the explorer Verrazano sailed into present day New York Harbor, and rowed ashore to explore the land he “discovered.” It would not be until 1609 that Henry Hudson would explore the land fuller, and sail up the wide river he named after himself. It was this voyage and exploration that would mark the Hudson River’s importance for many of the events that would give the area its character and importance.

The Dutch built a trading post on the Hudson River in 1613, which signaled the start of their presence in the New World. Claiming all lands falling between the Connecticut and Delaware Rivers, they named their colony New Netherlands. A year later (1614) a government for the colony was put into power, and it became officially known as The United New Netherland Company. This remained the state of affairs until 1622, when leadership was changed again, and the colony was rechartered as The Dutch West India Company. Though people were living in the colony, a real colonization effort did not begin until 1624 when permanent settlements were begun.

The first settlement was located on a small island in New York Harbor. This island, known as Governor’s Island, became the focal point for colonization. From here, new settlers would arrive, and then be transported to the mainland in hopes of transforming the land into something habitable. In 1626 Peter Minuit arrived, and with him came a change. Arriving on what is now known as Manhattan Island; Minuit bought the entire island from the native tribe living there. Though the Indians did not understand the implications of the deal, Minuit did, and upon buying his island, be immediately began implementing his will. At the tip of the island, a fort and settlement was built and named New Amsterdam.

For the next forty years the Dutch ruled New Netherland, and grew wealthy due to their access to the furs and other goods coveted in Europe. Meanwhile, unknown to the Dutch, was the plans of the Duke of York, and his desire to grow the size and scope of English holdings in the New World.

In 1663 The Duke of York purchased the entire island of Long Island. This was done to not only add to the size of New England, but give the colonies greater access to the oceans and increase the number of colonial ports. By 1635 after a two year buying spree that would see every available island located with in the domain of New England purchased, the Duke of York turned his attention to the holdings of the Dutch.

Funding and outfitting an expedition, the Duke of York led them into battle. The purpose of this campaign was simple, to secure all land that lied between Virginia and New England and make it a possession of England. This military campaign saw great success. So successful was it that Peter Stuyvesant was forced to surrender New Amsterdam to the English in 1664. Renamed in honor of the duke, New York became an English colony, and recognized in 1667 by the Treaty of Breda. With the aid of naval support, the Dutch recaptured New York, but it would be restored back to English control in 1674 via the Treaty of Westminster. It was with the signing of this treaty that all Dutch ownership of their New World land would revert to the English, and would mark the end of their influence in the New World.

With the Dutch out, England began actively settling their new territory, and though it would initially be known as a Proprietary Colony, in 1685 it became a Royal Colony. New York is seen by many to be the most important colony, and that is due to its size, as well as it great harbor and the long wide Hudson River. A lot of the wealth of the English colonies flow into and out of New York. Though many in New England see Boston as being the most important colonial city, it is Manhattan, and the surrounding towns, as being the economic heart of the colony. Unlike many of their fellow colonists, New Yorkers are extremely loyal to England, and though they might grouse at the various acts imposed, they see it as their duty as loyal subjects to follow all parliamentary acts. Unlike is political hotbeds of Boston, New Haven, Jamestown, Savannah and Philadelphia, Manhattan has not experienced the growing trend of rebellion.

Now with the siege of Boston lifted, the Continental Congress is fearful for the safety of New York. Currently General Washington and the Continental Army are heading to Manhattan and will seek to fortify the region and prepare for the eventual arrival of British forces. Unlike the New England Colonies, New York is more firmly on the side of England. The Loyalist cause here is at its’ strongest and many do not know what this will mean if tensions escalate. Though Washington and his leader want to burn Manhattan, and not concentrate on defending it, many in Congress feel that Manhattan must stand and be left in tact.

Prior to the arrival of colonists North Carolina the land that is known as North Carolina was populated by various native tribes who fought for dominance and control of the region. Though many attempts were made to set up settlements, the first official attempt did not take place until 1650 were a group of settlers arrived in northeastern North Carolina.

After regaining the thrown Charles II granted a charter to eight key people instrumental in his regaining the thrown. These men, the Duke of Albemarle, the Earl of Clarendon, Lord John Berkeley, the Earl of Craven, Sir George Carteret, Sir William Berkeley, Sir John Colleton, and the Earl of Shaftesbury, and were known as the Lords Proprietor of the Province of Carolina. Given all lands between Virginia’s southern boarder and the boarders of Spanish held Florida, the colony was named Carolina, in honor of King Charles II, and the Lords Proprietors began establishing their new colony.

The Lords decided that the easiest way to manage and run their colony was through using the existing established governing body in Virginia. In 1663 the Lords authorized Virginia’s Governor Berkeley to extend his jurisdiction over Carolina. Instead, Governor Berkeley created separate government and appointed William Drummond, as the governor. To encourage settlement, and to make the new colony self sufficient, he granted the colonists every freedom they could desire. The colony thus became independent and began attracting those seeking a place where they could be free to practice their beliefs.

The first site of active settlement took place in the region of Albemarle County. To make governing as well as administration easier, the county was split into smaller named precincts. The first three precincts were Berkley, Carteret, and Shaftesbury, and as the colony expanded there was a total of eleven. The early days of the colony was devoted to growing the colony as well as making it economically rewarding for the Lords Proprietors. Though Albemarle was the location of the first permanent settlement, it was decided that to maximize profits a second settlement needed to be started. This is what led to the founding and creation of Charleston located in what is now the Colony of South Carolina. Because of the natural harbor, Charleston had easy access to the lucrative West Indies trade, and due to this the southern portions of the Carolina Colony saw more development than the northern portion. The colony of Carolina existed under one unified government, though the southern and northern regions grew distant and resented the rule. The northern region centered in Albemarle County had her own assembly and council. However Carolina’s Governor lived and worked in Charleston located in the south. When the colonists in the north complained about this, a deputy governor was appointed and was based out of Albemarle.

By 1712 it was decided that the colony would be split and this was what led to the creation of North and South Carolina. Now separated North Carolina continued to be a property colony, but this soon changed. In 1729, seven of the Lords Proprietors, tied of the lack of economic success sold their stakes in North Carolina to the Crown and North Carolina became a royal colony. The eighth proprietor, Lord Granville, choose to keep his stake. Now as a royal colony North Carolina fell under the supervision of the Crown up until 1775.

Truth be told little changed, government wise, when the colony became a royal colony. The only major change was colonial official appointments, and this was done directly by the Crown. Two groups dealt with the running of the colonies government. The first was the governor and his council who were directly appointed by the Crown. The second was the colonial assembly made up of elected representatives from the counties and from towns (which were granted representation).

The set has proven to be a problem for the colony and this is due to conflicts existing between two different governing bodies. Though the governor and his officers were appointed by the Crown, the legislature has the power to grant a salary to the governor as well as spend the tax revenues. The major area of conflict between the two groups is over the right to form counties. In addition the various acts of Parliament that the governor was duty bound to enforce and implement has found nothing but resistance from the legislature which are the duly elected representatives of the colonists. This situation has done nothing but cause relations between to the two groups to erode, and have cause all to declare their allegiance to either side.

Merchants and wealthy plantation owners have been outspoken in their support to not only New England, but to the growing cries of rebellion. Meanwhile the poor and working classes who have settled the region have been rather outspoken in their support of England. What this split will lead to is anyone’s guess, but the colony has sent representatives to the Continental Congress.

For those who know of the threats and evil lurking in the shadows, their are some items that would be Heroes seek to equip themselves with. These items, for the rest of society, are seen as nothing more than ordinary items, or worse, a sign of extravagance. In truth, these items are needed if the would be Hero has any hope of surviving an encounter with the Occult.
!!Item
Holy Water, 1 6-ounce vial -- 12p
Silver Bullet (1) -- 5s 8p
[[Cold Iron]] Bullet (1) -- 6p
!!!Details
''Holy Water:'' Holy water is useful against Undead, epically vampires. In order to harm said creatures the whole vial must be used. Damage from holy water is 1d12 .

''Silver Bullet:'' Effective against those suffering from [[Lycanthropye]], silver bullets are the only way to harm said creatures . When used against all others, the damage is the same as a standard bullet.

''[[Cold Iron]] Bullet:'' Effective against the Undead (ghouls, skeletons, vampires and the like), Demons, and Devils, bullets forged from cold iron are the only way to harm said creatures. When used against all others, the damage is the same as a standard bullet.

When [[A New Ballad, 1779]] appeared the following extempore appeared, short, time after this song was published, in America. 

Choctaws, Chickasaws, and Catawbas, 
	Are all engaged to fight us; 
Keep off you Mynheers with your yaws, 
	And England s gun shall right us. 

We don't mind Monsieur's copper laco, 
	Nor solemn Don in cloak; 
Once let us meet them face to face, 
	And fighting is no joke. 

Three cheers for England's weal we give, 
	And pour the broadside i; 
The wretch that is not fit to live, 
	To kill can be no sin.

This song, whose full title is ''The Halcyon Days of Old England, or the wisdom of administration demonstrated; adapted to the tune of Ye Medley of Mortals'', was written in England, and published in the //London Evening Post//. Historians attribute its' writingto Arthur Lee who was in France at the time the song was published in England. The song was popular and was soon copied into the papers in support of the revolution throughout the American colonies, and became a great favorite, both in the camp, and by the firesides of the patriots.

''THE HALCYON DAYS OF OLD ENGLAND''

GIVE ear to my song, I ll not tell you a story;
This is the bright era of Old England s glory!
And though some may think us in pitiful plight,
I ll swear they re mistaken, for matters go right !
Sing tantararara, wise all, wise all,
Sing tantararara, wise all.

Let us laugh at the cavils of weak, silly elves!
Our statesmen are wise men ! they say so themselves,
And tho little mortals may hear it with wonder,
'Tis consummate wisdom, that causes each blunder!

They are now engaged in a glorious war!
It began about tea, about feathers and tar;
With spirit they push what they've planned with sense!
Forty-millions they've spent, for a tax of three pence.

The debts of the nation do grieve them so sore,
To lighten our burden, they load us the more!
They aim at th' American s cash, my dear honey!
Yet beggar this kingdom, and send them the money.

What honors we're gaming by taking their forts,
Destroying bateaux, and blocking up ports!
Burgoyne would have work'd 'em but for a mishap,
By Gates and one Arnold, he's caught in a trap!

But Howe was more cautious and prudent by far,
He sail d with his fleet up the great Delaware;
All summer he struggled and strove to undo 'em,
But the plague of it was, he could not get to them.

Oh ! think us not cruel, because our allies
Are savagely scalping men, women and boys!
Maternal affection to this step doth move us!
The more they are scalped, the more they will love us!

Some folks are uneasy, and make a great pother
For the loss of one army, and half of another;
But, sirs, next campaign by ten thousands we'll slay em,
If we can find soldiers, and money to pay em.

I've sung you a song, now I'll give you a prayer ;
May peace soon succeed to this horrible war!
Again may we live with our brethren in concord,
And the authors of mischief all hang on a strong cord.
Sing tantararara, wise all, wise all,
Sing tantararara, wise all.

The defiance and devotion expressed in these verses, are an excellent illustration of the spirit of the times, in which they were written. The author, [[Dr. Jonathan Mitchell Sewall]], of New Hampshire, composed many poems and patriotic songs. His ode of War and Washington is familiar to every one.

''ON INDEPENDENCE''

COME all you brave soldiers, both valiant and free,
It's for Independence we all now agree;
Let us gird on our swords, and prepare to defend,
Our liberty, property, ourselves and our friends.

In a cause that's so righteous, come let us agree,
And from hostile invaders set America free,
The cause is so glorious we need not to fear,
But from merciless tyrants we ll set ourselves clear.

Heaven's blessing attending us, no tyrant shall say,
That Americans e'er to such monsters gave way,
But fighting we'll die in America s cause,
Before we'll submit to tyrannical laws.

George the Third, of Great Britain, no more shall he reign,
With unlimited sway o'er these free States again,
Lord North, nor old Bute, nor none of their clan,
Shall ever be honor'd by an American.

May Heaven's blessings descend on our United States,
And grant that the union may never abate;
May love, peace, and harmony, ever be found,
For to go hand in hand America round.

Upon our grand Congress may Heaven bestow,
Both wisdom and skill our good to pursue;
On Heaven alone dependent we'll be,
But from all earthly tyrants we mean to be free.

Unto our brave Generals may Heaven give skill,
Our armies to guide, and the sword for to wield,
May their hands taught to war, and their fingers to fight,
Be able to put British armies to flight.

And now, brave Americans, since it is so,
That we are independent, we'll have them to know,
That united we are, and united we'll be,
And from all British tyrants we'll try to keep free.

May Heaven smile on us in all our endeavors,
Safe guard our seaports, our towns, and our rivers,
Keep us from invaders by land and by sea,
And from all who'd deprive us of our liberty.

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Also found in the colonies are minor faiths. Though lacking the power and prestige of the previously mentioned ones, they still hold influence in a person’s life. Methodism, Lutheranism, and Moravians are sects found in the colonies, but they have yet gained any real influence or power. With the lost in prestige that the Puritan sects are seeing, this is slowly changing, and those seeking to find a set beliefs, or philosophy they agree with find some meaning with these sects.

Another religion found in the colonies is Judaism. One of the first areas Jews settled was Providence, [[Rhode Island]], which is also the home of the first synagogue in the colonies. The climate of tolerance and acceptance in this colony has welcomed them, and it is from here that Jews have moved to other areas of the colonies. From Richmond, [[Virginia]] and Norfolk, [[Virginia]] more and more Jews are finding a welcome and are creating new lives for themselves. In [[South Carolina]] a growing number are arriving as well, and they are becoming so common that in 1775, Francis Salvador was elected to the Continental Congress.

An even more important belief is the ones are held by those of African origin and are either freed slaves or slaves. Though many still try to convert them to Christianity, many have held on to their religious beliefs and still secretly practice them.

No discussion about religion in the colonies would be complete without mention to the Indian Tribes who call the land home. Though many attempts in the past have been made to forcibly convert the tribes to the religious beliefs of the colonist, many still hold close their tribal beliefs.

These lines were addressed to the females of Pennsylvania and New Jersey "...who illustrated the nohility of their sentiment and virtue of their patriotism, by generous subscriptions to the suffering soldiers of the American army." The author of this is unknown.

''OUR WOMEN''

ALL hail ! superior sex, exalted fair,
Mirrors of virtue, Heaven's peculiar care;
Form'd to enspirit and enoble man
The immortal finish of Creation's plan!

Accept the tribute of our warmest praise
The soldier's blessing and the patriot's bays!
For fame's first plaudit we no more contest
Constraint to own it decks the female breast.

While partial prejudice is quite disarm'd,
And e en pale envy with encomiums charm'd,
Freedom no more shall droop her languid head,
Nor dream supine on sloth's lethargic bed.

No more sit weeping o er the veteran band,
Those virtuous, brave protectors of her land;
Who, nobly daring, stem despotic sway,
And live the patriot wonders of the day.

For lo ! these sons her glorious work renew,
Cheer'd by such gifts, and smiles, and pray'rs from you!
More precious treasure in the soldier's eye
Than all the wealth Potosi's mines supply.

And now ye sister angels of each state,
Their honest bosoms glow with joy elate,
Their gallant hearts with gratitude expand
And trebly feel the bounties of your hand.

And wing'd for you their benedictions rise,
Warm from the soul and grateful to the skies!
Nor theirs alone th' historian patriots fir'd,
Shall bless the generous virtue you've inspir'd.

Invent new epithet to warm their page,
And bid you live admired from age to age;
With sweet applauses dwell on every name,
Endear your memories and embalm your fame,

And thus the future bards shall soar sublime,
And waft you glorious down the stream of time;
The breeze of panegyric fill each sail,
And plaudits pure perfume the increasing gale.

Then freedom s ensign thus inscribed shall wave,
"The patriot females who their country save;"
Till time's abyss absorb d in heavenly lays,
Shall flow in your eternity of praise.

|Might|5|Nimble|11|Vigor|10|
|Reason|8|Resolution|14|Actions|3|
|Vitality|35|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Brawl [7], Observe [12], Stealth [12]
!!!Abilities
''Claws''

The owl’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Flight''

Owls are able to fly 50-feet/Round.

''Night Vision''

Owls are able to see in the dark, as easy as they can see in full daylight. They ignore all penalties while fighting in the dark.

Many view the owl as being the wisest of all creatures; owls are found throughout the colonies and vary in size.

Like the majority of the colonies, the land known as Pennsylvania always existed, and was populated by numerous tribes calling it home. When the Europeans “discovered” the land, they found it one teaming with game, natural resources, and highly prized commodities.

There is much dispute over who actually discovered the land known as Pennsylvania. When Henry Hudson was exploring the region, he sailed into the Delaware Harbor and claimed it for the Dutch in 1609. Though Hudson discovered the area, it would be the Dutch explorers Cornelis Hendricksen (1616) and Cornelis Jacobsen (1623) that the region would be fully explored. Though the area was explored, real settling of the land would not take place until much latter.

From 1638 to 1655 the Colony of New Sweden was established and the first settlement would be built in the area that is now Delaware. Though small, this colony soon began to grow, and by 1643 Governor Jhan Printz built his capital on Tinicum Island. When the Dutch colonized New Netherland, they began clashing with the Swedes. The origins of this trouble have been lost, but many speculate that it was over competing commercial interests and trade. Though both groups clashed from time to time, in 1655 Governor Peter Stuyvesant of New Netherlands lead a force into New Sweden and claimed it as part of New Netherlands. When the English claimed the Dutch lands, New Sweden was claimed as well.

Though now part of the English lands claimed in the New World, the region of Pennsylvania was not actively settled by the English. Though trading posts were established, and smaller settlements were built along the major waterways, no real colonization effort was made. All of this would change with William Penn.

Much can be written about William Penn. Born in London on October 24, 1644, William was the son of Admiral Sir William Penn, and was born into a wealthy and prominent family. Much to the shock and displeasure of his family, William converted to the Society of Friends, and uses his wealth and connections to protect his fellow Quakers. A friend of the Duke of York, Penn was also cordial with his brother King Charles II. The king owed Penn £16,000, and to pay off this debt, Penn suggested that the King grant him the land encompassing the region between Lord Baltimore's province of Maryland and the Duke of York's province of New York. Seeing a chance to clear a debt, as well as a chance to ride England of Quakers, the Charter of Pennsylvania was signed on March 4, 1681. Naming the colony in honor of Penn’s father, all who would move to the colony were offered the full protection of English law.

Penn made his cousin William Markham deputy governor, and sent him to the colony. Penn, meanwhile, stayed in England creating the framework for Pennsylvanian constitution. Once done, Penn sailed to his colony, and on October 1682 set foot in Pennsylvania. His first order of business was to visit newly laid out capital city of Philadelphia. For the next two years Penn and his fellow Quakers established the laws and government of the colony, and when he returned to England in 1684, the colony’s power structure was firmly in place and working to secure the colony’s place in the world.

From the time of its’ planning Philadelphia was seen as colony’s the cultural and society. Due to the colony’s founding and its’ emphasis on freedom in thought and study, the Philadelphia has numerous centers of learning. The College of Philadelphia started in 1740 as a private academy devoted to teaching any who wanted to learn, and by 1755 this private academy became a public college open to all wanting to learn—even women. The arts and sciences flourish in Philadelphia, and it is no mystery that this city produced the colony’s greatest thinker Benjamin Franklin.

Pennsylvania, much to the displeasure of Boston, and to a lesser extent Manhattan, is the heart of the colonies. It is here that many great men and women hail from, and it is from here that many of the numerous discoveries and changes find their origins. Though much of the area near Philadelphia is settled, the western portion of the colony is still predominantly frontier. The colony is a mix of urban and rural, scientific and supernatural, and old and new.

With the growing voices of dissent, Philadelphia is finding itself at the center of the growing debate over colony rights, and the lack of authority Parliament has in the colonies. Many of the vocal opponents to the various Parliament acts can be found in Philadelphia writing numerous pamphlets, publishing broadsides, and writing volumes of newspaper and magazine essays. As to what the future holds, it is anyone’s guess. What is known is that Philadelphia and Pennsylvanians will be at the center. Currently Philadelphia is the heart of the growing central government of the revolution. It is here that the Continental Congress has been assembled, and it is here, that much of the politic actions have their origins.

|Might|9|Nimble|8|Vigor|11|
|Reason|15|Resolution|13|Actions|1|
|Faith|3|Sanity|20|Vitality|50|
!!Skills
Divination—Stichomancy [15]; Lore—Demons [15]; Profession—Printer [15]; Study—History [16]
!!Gear
Linen shirt, Wool pants, Wool longcoat, Leather shoes, Silver buckles, Books
!!Background
Born in Philadelphia, Peter trained as a printer and upon advancing through the ranks, he soon found himself taking over his master’s business. How such a fate befell Peter, no one knows, but all know that he was lucky to have escaped the fire that engulfed the sleeping quarters of the his master and fellow apprentices. With the business his, Peter slowly grew it. Always a lover of books, the printing press turned to printing the latest works from Europe, as well as special works of a darker nature. The years of reading these tomes, have made Peter a wealth of knowledge on numerous topics, but the secrets he has read were not meant for men to know.

Your Hero suffers from confusion. Stricken by this disease your Hero’s Intellect is permanently reduced to half.

*[[Miniatures]]

*[[Alphabet For Little Masters and Misses, 1775]]
*[[American "Hearts of Oak," 1775]]
*[[American Taxation, By Peter St. John, 1765]]
*[[Banks of the Dee, 1775]]
*[[Battle of the Kegs, 1778]]
*[[To Britain, 1777]]
*[[The Burning of Charlestown, 1775]]
*[[Burrowing Yankees, 1776]]
*[[Castle Island Song, 1770]]
*[[Collinet and Phebe, 1776]]
*[[Common Prayer For The Times, 1776]]
*[[The Epilogue, 1778]]
*[[The Epistle to the Troops in Boston, 1775]]
*[[The Etiquette, 1779]]
*[[A Fable, 1778]]
*[[Fish and Tea, 1775]]
*[[The Gentle Shepherd, 1766]]
*[[George the Third's Soliloquy, 1779]]
*[[India Tea, 1774]]
*[[Invitation to the Refugees, 1779]]
*[[The Jerseys, A Parody, 1776]]
*[[King's Mountain, 1780]]
*[[Liberty's Call, 1775]]
*[[Liberty Tree, 1765]]
*[[Loyal York, 1775]]
*[[Maryland Resolves, 1774]]
*[[Massachusetts Liberty Song, 1768]]
*[[Military Song, 1776]]
*[[A New Song, 1773]]
*[[The Old Woman Taught Wisdom, 1767]]
*[[The Old Year and the New year, 1779]]
*[[On Independence, 1776]]
*[[To Our Ladies, 1769]]
*[[Our Women, 1780]]
*[[The Parody, 1768]]
*[[The Pennsylvania Song, 1775]]
*[[The Prophetic Egg, 1777]]
*[[To the Traitor Arnold, 1780]]
*[[Public Spirit of the Women, 1778]]
*[[The Soldier at Home, 1781]]
*[[A Song, 1776]]
*[[A Song Now Much In Vogue In North America, 1768]]
*[[Stamp Act Repeal, 1765]]
*[[The Times, 1776]]
*[[Virgina Banishing Tea, 1774]]
*[[War Games, 1776]]
*[[To Washington, 1778]]

The Colonies, especially New England, has a rich and storied tradition of printing and publishing. The first printing press arrived in Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1638. Its' arrival marked the start of a varied and rich tradition of printing. Numerous newspapers and magazines can be found throughout the Colonies, with some from Europe and England. Newspapers and magazines are not the only form of printed communication; there are also pamphlets, broadsides, almanacs and books printed by the Colonial printers. Even though the news is a bit dated due to the length of time it takes for mail to be delivered, they are readily available and shared by many.
!!Colonial Printers of Political Pamphlets
Edges & Gill (Boston)
James Rivington (New York)
William & Thomas Bradford (Philadelphia)
Thomas & John Fleet (Boston)
John Dunlap (Philadelphia)
John Holt (New York)
!!Colonial Newspapers
Boston Gazette and County Journal (1719)
Boston News Letter (1704)
Georgia Gazette (1774)
Maryland Gazette (1727)
Massachusetts Gazette (1768)
New England Courant (1721)
New York Gazetteer (1773)
Pennsylvania Gazette (1728)
South Carolina and American General Gazette (1764)
South Carolina Gazette (1732)
South Carolina and American General Gazette (1764)
South Carolina Gazette and Country Journal (1765)
Virginia Gazette (1736)

//''Note:'' Date is the date when the newspaper began publication.//

*[[Burgoyne's Overthrow, 1777]]
*[[Burgoyne's Proclamation, 1777]]
*[[Gage's Proclamation, 1774]]

The ship you found floating off the North Carolina coast that night didn't just drift in; though your mind refuses to admit it, you know it was piloted by the dead man tied to the wheel. And that he knew you.

You were only kids and it was only supposed to be fun, but the Devil listens never the same. You should never had made that vow.

You have never forgot the face of the man in the blue jacket - and there he is. Older but still the same evil son Devil Spawn.

Your family might not have been the first here, but you've been here for over a century having fled when the persecutions of the so-called Protector. You've rather lost the 'how', but they did bring with them a relic, a finger of the sainted Charles, and which you now keep in a small lock box. With it to protect you, you're sure that no harm can come to you.

Your neighbors' daughter (and your sweetheart) disappeared while working for a wealthy family in Baltimore; they went looking for their child, but never came back. Now, five years later, a packet comes to you containing your sweetheart's locket. But what of her and her family?

With Abraham's gun pressed to your head, you had sworn to leave the Americas or he would see you dead. You got careless and he knows you are here.

You swore that you would kill Callum Hiba if you ever saw him again. Now there he is, dressed in the robes of a priest, but Callum Hiba never the same.

//''Note:'' You can change the name Callum Hiba to fit someone important to your Hero.//

''PUBLIC SPIRIT OF THE WOMEN''

THOUGH age at my elbow has taken his stand, 
And Time has stretch'd o'er me his wrinkling hand; 
Our patriot fair like a charm can inspire, 
In three-score-and-ten, twenty's spirit and fire. 

Boy, fill me a bumper ! as long as I live, 
The patriot fair for my toast must I give; 
Here s a health to the sex of every degree, 
Where sweetness and beauty with firmness agree. 

No more will I babble of times that are past, 
My wish is, the present for ever may last; 
Already I see sulky George in despair, 
Should he vanquish the men, to vanquish the fair. 

Of Greeks and of Romans enough has been said, 
To Codrus and Brutus full tribute been paid; 
O'er musty old heroes no longer I'll dream, 
Living beauty and virtue enliven my theme. 

Could time be roll'd backward, and age become young, 
My heart swell with ardor, my arm be new strung; 
Under Washington's banner I'd cheerfully fight, 
Where the smiles of the fair with glory unite. 

Fill a bumper again boy, and let it go round, 
For the waters of youth in claret are found; 
The younkers shall know, I've the courage to dare 
Drink as deep as the best to the patriot fair.

Though no longer the power they once were, the beliefs and outlooks of Puritans still flourish in the colonies today. Though no longer one large group, all share their common origin to the much larger Puritan movement.

Puritans follow the teaching John Calvin, as well as feel that the Church of England needs to be purged of all Catholic influences. Those following the Puritan belief feel that that all people are responsible for their actions. Anyone who does not know the teachings of God, or know how to read and understand the //Bible//, is weak and easily tempted by the workings of the Devil or his agents. The //Bible// is the guiding force in a person’s life, and for many the //Bible// not only teaches, but offers the laws necessary to live in righteousness. It is this belief that leads many Puritans in their work of converting the non-faithful, as well as their work in teach people to read.

During the early years of the colonies Puritans held great power politically and socially. Their beliefs sustained them through their numerous early hardships. Theses beliefs also helped guide the colonies down the path leading to their eventual success. As more people came to the colonies, new ideas came with them, leading to a clash. When England revoked the Massachusetts Charter, and the governing of the colony reverted back the Crown, this was the beginning of the end for Puritan domination of [[New England]]. As a growing merchant class began experiencing success and wealth, this lead to tensions between the religious leaders, and this new power, the Puritan influence diminished, and now is no more.
That is not to say that there are no longer one group of Puritans in the colonies. They are now associated with new sects and new power structures. Their influences are still felt, and for many, they are the spiritual power in their life.

The largest of these sects are the Presbyterians. What separates the Presbyterians apart from most sects is its highly structured nature, and centralized control of running the church. Separating it from the Anglican Church is the fact that ministers can be ordained locally and then sent to churches needing one. Presbyterian churches have taken over the majority of puritans churches in New York and New Jersey, and this has become one of the major religious movements in the south. Adding to this growth is the number of Scottish immigrants who were members of Scottish Presbyterian Church, now are members of the colonial church. Ministers receive their training at not only Yale and Harvard, but Princeton. In order to be a minister of the church one most have attended one of these colleges.

Congregationalists are another sect of Puritans and they split with the Presbyterians over the belief that the //Bible// calls for churches to be governed locally and not via a hierarchy. Congregationalists believe all people are born with their life predetermined by God, and that a person is born to be a Select, Saint, Elect or Chosen. Only the Select can attend church, and only they are able to study the word of God. The main belief for this is group is that each church or congregations, has a convent with God giving it the right to practice as well as lead itself. Since each congregation has a covenant with God, many feel that God is their only authority, and thus any higher authority is not recognized. In the early days of the colonies, this belief allowed many to ignore the orders of England, thus leaving them free to ruling themselves. When England revoked the Character of Massachusetts, the power the church disappeared with it and only governs itself. Now with the revolution starting to smolder, some congregations feel that it is time for them to exert their leadership, and if English rule can be overthrown, a return to the old order can happen.

Baptists are another group of Puritans, but splintered over the views of not only baptism, but the Congregationalists belief only the Select can attend Church. Baptists differ from Puritans in a few ways, and the first difference is in their outlook on baptism. For Baptist, they do not believe that the //Bible// calls for the baptism of infants. Further they believe that anyone can attend church, and that there is no such thing as a Select. To separate themselves further, Baptist believe a church is not needed to worship God, and anyone is able to preach the teachings of God.

While Puritans continue to preach their superiority, they actively expelled from the colony speaking out against them, or who did not conform to the accepted beliefs. One such person, Roger Williams, preached vocally against the Puritan power structure, and eventually he too was expelled from the colony. Seeking, and gaining a colonial charter, Williams founded the colony of [[Rhode Island]] which became a haven for religious tolerance. Finding a welcomed retreat the Baptist faith flourished here, and soon spread to [[Pennsylvania]], [[Virginia]], and the southern colonies. Unlike Congregationalists, Baptist are found in rural areas. The reason for this is due to the belief in not needing churches, as well as allowing anyone to preach the word of God, this has lead to a growth of churches in areas with small populations.

Though officially known as the Society of Friends, the Quakers are a group whose political influence has waned and are no longer the political force they once were. Though the teachings are still practiced, the group as a whole is interested more in social issues such as abolishing slavery, fair treatment for the Indians, and improving the education of all colonists.

[[Pennsylvania]] was founded by Will Penn, a Quaker leader who envisioned the colony as being a haven for those of his faith, as well as a place for Quakers to test themselves and become closer to God. Quakers believe that one must follow the teachings of Christ and that the //Bible// is the document of these teachings. Furthermore, Quakers do not believe in the swearing of oaths, which regularly brings them into conflict with colonial governments and English Officials. Further separating them from other colonists is the fact that Quakers still speak and write in King James English.

Unlike other colonial faiths, Quakers do not have a clergy; instead they lead themselves in worship. Meeting houses are places where members gather to discuss matters concerning the faith as well ongoing matters involving local social work. Quarterly Meetings are held, where delegates from the individual meeting houses come to address the larger issues mattering to the entire society.

All Quakers believe that a person should be not only frugal but modest. This leads all to dress simply and avoid clothing of extravagance. Modesty is also shown in diet as well as public appearances. Modesty is stressed so much that no Quaker drinks alcohol, and any act of drunkenness leads to the member being expelled from the society. The most important facet of a Quaker’s life is their tolerance, be it in with another person’s belief or in their attitude toward life. All are meant to be free. For a Quaker it is this belief that leads many to speak out against not only slavery but the treatment the various Indian tribes has received.

[[New Jersey]] and [[Pennsylvania]] are two areas with the strongest Quaker population. The current crisis between the colonies and England has Quakers deeply concerned and troubled. On one hand, violence, no matter the reason or the cause, is wrong. The fact that both the colonists and the English have resorted to violence makes both sides equally wrong and at fault. Still, England has shown an unwillingness to be tolerant as well as show no respect toward the concerns of the colonists. Though no longer involved in politics, some Quakers have been seen trying to mediate between the two groups.

|Might|2|Nimble|8|Vigor|9|
|Reason|3|Resolution|11|Actions|2|
|Vitality|25|Fear|-1| | |
!!!Skills 
Stealth [10]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A rat’s bite causes damage equal to Might. 

''Disease''

Rats carry the disease [[Camp Fever]] (see ''Colonial Gothic Rulebook''), and any target attacked by a Rat, but make a successful), and any target attacked by a Rat, but make a successful Vigor Test, with Failure having them contract [[Camp Fever]].

''Night Vision''

Rats are able to see in the dark, as easy as they can see in full daylight. They ignore all penalties while fighting in the dark.

Found in nearly every ship, along every wharf, and in nearly every building are the disease ridden rat.

|Might|2|Nimble|7|Vigor|4|
|Reason|3|Resolution|10|Actions|2|
|Vitality|9|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Observe [7]
!!!Abilities
''Claws''

A raven’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Flight''

Ravens are able to fly 40-feet/Round.

Many equate the raven with witches, agents of the supernatural and even Satan. Flocks of these birds are seen as an ill omen, and some tribes equate the raven with trickery and death.

Religion has played, and still does play an important role in the colonies. It defines many of the colonists, and it has shaped much of the early history of the Colonies. Prior to the time of the Revolution, religion was a guiding force in colonial governments. Due to the Puritans and the colony founded in Massachusetts, church and state were intertwined. Laws had a very clear tie to religion, and the religious leaders were not only judge, but also jury.

As more Colonists arrived, and as England took a more hands on approach to running the Colonies, a lot of the old structures broke down, and many of the religious ties began to disappear. Many in England saw the success of the Puritans and their [[Massachusetts]] colony, as a place to create their ideal civilization. Braving the dangerous oceanic crossing, new sects set foot and began building a life for themselves. Often these new sects were seen as a threat to the Puritan way of life, resulting in conflict.

Compounding this strife between competing ideas was the break down these sects experienced once away from England. In a new land away from the old ways, many revealed in the new found freedom and the new opportunities in the colonies. These new ideas, led some to break away and form their own sects with others sharing their views not only on God, but on interpreting the //Bible// and their outlook on life. The new groups thrived in the New World because of the absence of land. Unlike in England, and Europe for that matter, the New World had an abundance of space, allowing anyone who wanted a chance to live with those of a like mind, to do so.

Heroes in //Colonial Gothic// all have different views on religion. For some, their faith is what defines them, and it serves as a guiding light in their day-to-day lives. These individuals feel that it is their calling to administer to those in need. It is their faith that leads them to fight the forces of the supernatural and the occult, but also those who would infringe on a person’s freedom. Though a strong religious belief is not needed, some colonists feel that it helps. While good portions of the colonists believe in God and worship, there are still some who do not. In the early days of the Colonies, this would have been unheard of, but now, with the influx of new Colonists, this is becoming more and more common. Still, there are some whose religious beliefs differ from the Colonists. Whether they the Natives, those adopted by a tribe, or even those sailors who come from far away ports, different ideas and beliefs are slowly spreading throughout the Colonies.

Religion in a game setting is always a touchy subject. Religion in a historical supernatural game setting is even more so. Books have been written covering not only the history of religion, but the impact it had on the Colonists. The information that follows is the bare essentials most Colonists would have known. When playing a character from this period, you can use this information as a guide as to what to believe in.

''Topics''
* [[Anglicanism]]
* [[Catholicism]]
* [[Puritans]]
* [[Quakers]]
* [[Other Groups]]

''RETROSPECT''
//An Anthem from sundry scriptures.//

Was not the day, was not the day, 
Was not the day dark, and gloomy. 
The enemy said, "let us draw a line, 
Even from York to Canada." 
	But praised be the Lord! 
	But praised be the Lord! 
The snare is broken, and we are escaped! 
	But praised be the Lord! 
	But blessed be the Lord! 
The snare is broken, and we are escaped!
	Hark, hark, hear the adjuration, 
Cursed be the man that keepeth back his sword! 
	Oh! dismal! oh! horrible! oh! dismal. 
	My bowels! my bowels! 
	I am pained at my very heart! 
	My heart maketh a noise within me, 
For thou hast heard, oh my soul ! the alarm of war.

The colony of Rhode Island is known for its’ openness and embracement of not only people, but ideas. Though many feel Massachusetts is the heart of the growing tide of rebellion, and that Virginia is home to its’ leadership, those in the know, know that it is Rhode Island where the intellectual heart of the rebellion beats. Rhode Island, unlike its’ fellow New England colonies, is one of the more progressive and freethinking colonies in existence. This finds its roots to the founding of the colony, and permeates everything about the colony.

Before the White Man’s arrival, the lands encompassing Rhode Island was claimed by no one. Various tribes lived here, but the most powerful were the Narragansettes. They held the power, and it was they who kept all other tribes in line. In 1524 the Italian navigator Giovanni Verrazano discovered the area, and made contact with the Narragansettes and they traded amongst themselves. It was not until 1620 that permanent settlers would come to the area, and they would settle in the Plymouth colony. Upon their arrival the colonists began trading with the Narraganzettes, and both profited greatly from this interaction.

In 1635 William Blackstone arrived to the area, and became the first European settler to call the land home. The reasons for his arrival were simple: he wanted to preach the Gospel. An Anglican clergyman, Backstone was tired of the Puritanical ways of the Plymouth Colony, and felt that all colonists were losing touch with not only their religion, but the teachings of the Bible. Blackstone’s gentle ways, as well easy manner, attracted many to his small home, and soon a small settlement was established, with an outlook of acceptance.

With Blackstone serving as an example, in 1636 Roger Williams, who had grown tired of Puritans of Massachusetts Bay Colony, left seeking a place free from their power base. Seeing Blackstone’s success in the lands to the south, Williams sought permission from the Narraganzettes, and purchased a sizeable chunk of land from them. This land became the basis for the founding of his colony, which he named Providence. Unlike the Plymouth and Massachusetts Bay Colony, Williams Providence Colony was founded on one principle: freedom. Freedom in thought, in belief, in religion, and freedom from oppression. William’s colony became a counter example to everything the Puritan’s held dear, and it soon attached settlers to it seeking a new life.

Anne and William Hutchinson escaped Massachusetts, and did so due to their views on worship and a woman’s place in preaching the Gospel. Barely escaping with their lives, the husband and wife fled to this area, and joining them was William Codington, another person who had a falling out with the Puritan powerbase in Massachusetts. The three founded Portsmouth in 1638, but had a falling out soon afterwards.

In 1639 leaving Portsmouth, Codington found his own town on the southern tip of Aquidneck Island, which he called Newport. Though the three would patch up their differences, another settler, Samuel Groten, would leave Portsmouth, and found the town of Warwick. During this time of disputes, smaller settlements would be created, but these were nothing more than trading posts, and they were established to trade for furs with the various native tribes. The first trading post was founded by Richard Smith in 1637, and he named it Wickford, after his ancestral country estate in England. The other post was founded in 1638 by William Harris, and he named it Pawtucket. It is these humble beginnings that saw the roots of what would become a powerful collection of New England towns.

Seeing the growing power of the settlements to the south the Massachusetts Bay Colony saw this as a threat to not only the Puritan ways, but to the economic stability of the colony. Slowly the colony would try to lay claim to the area, and numerous bloody engagements took place between Massachusetts and the followers of Williams. Seeing the danger this would cause, Williams traveled to England and secured a Parliamentary patent on March 1644. This patent did many things, but the most important was establishing the four towns and two outposts into a colony named Rhode Island. This colony, much to Massachusetts displeasure, confirmed all land ownership titles, as well as prevent other colonies to claims the territory of Rhode Island as their own. In 1663 Rhode Island gained further protection when it was given a Royal Charter which not only cemented all land claims, but strengthened them even more. In addition to this, the charter gave the colony complete religious freedom, and established the colony as a self governing entity with local autonomy. This act, more than anything else, was seen as a slap in the face to the leadership in Massachusetts; it also did nothing but stress relations even more.

Though Rhode Island was given religious freedom with the charter, the colony always practiced this freedom, and from the founding was tolerant to all beliefs, and practices. 1639 saw the founding of the first Baptist Church in Providence. By 1657 Quakers, who were the enemies of Massachusetts and were always welcomed in Rhode Island, had become a powerful social and economic force in the colony. More surprising was the arrival of a Jewish community springing up around a newly built synagogue in Newport in 1658. Still another example of this freedom and tolerance was the 1686 arrival of French Huguenots who arrived seeking a place that would allow them to practice their faith. These are just some of the examples of the tolerance this colony has shown, and continues to show, to those with a different outlook or belief system.

Rhode Island is a fiercely independent colony, and it is one that more than any other, holds firm to the founding principles. Rhode Island believes in independence. This independence is not limited to thought, ideas, or beliefs. For a Rhode Islander there is no greater crime, then the crime of intolerance. Because of this freedom of thought, this colony is a hot bed of radicals who are growing tired of the growing demands placed on the colonies by England. In addition, the wealthy ports found here, are home to many wealthy merchants who are seeing the growing trends of taxation a threat to the very liberty and freedom the colony was founded on. It is this, despite the claims of Virginians that had led many to speak out against the injustices.

This disease is one that is caused due to the lack of calcium. This lack of calcium causes the bones to weaken.

There is no way to know how many Rituals exist in the world. It seems like every month there is a new work, scroll, or tome uncovered which details magical powers new and daring. Here are new Rituals which you can add to your [[Colonial Gothic|http:///www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] games.
!!!Section
* [[Beauty's Face]]

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This map is found in the [[Colonial Gothic Rulebook|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothicrulebook]]. It was created by [[Jeremy Simmons|http://www.dungeonartist.com/]] based on numerous sources [[Richard Iorio|http://www.rogue-games.net/aboutus]] complied. Click on the thumbnail image above to get a PDF of the fullsize image.

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Found in Virginia, this is an example of the houses found in the more crowded regions of the colony.

//Sergeant John Champe//

"(A) native of London county, in Virginia, rather above the ordinary size, full of physical power, with a countenance grave and thoughtful." He enlisted in the Continental army at the age of nineteen, where he served with honor to himself and the corps to which he belonged. He was honorably discharged from service, by Gen. Washington, on the conclusion of his hazardous adventure, lest he might be taken by the enemy and hung ; and soon after retired to his home in London county. In 1798 he removed to Kentucky, where he remained until the time of his death.

Farmer (Frontier Colonist)
Younger sister to Dusty, also born in Schenectady

|Might|11|Nimble|10|Vigor|10|
|Reason|15|Resolution|10|Actions|2|
|Faith|12|Sanity|50|Vitality|50|
''Skills''

Cooking 15; Observe 15 Sewing 15; Stealth 10

This song was known during the revolution, as the //North Campaign//, //Gates Song//, and //A Song for the Red-Coats//. It
has been attributed to a "..private of Colonel Brook's regiment."

''A SONG FOR THE RED-COATS.''

COME unto me ye heroes
Whose hearts are true and bold,
Who value more your honor,
Than others do their gold;
Give ear unto my story,
And I the truth will tell,
Concerning many a soldier,
Who for his country fell.

Burgoyne, the king's commander,
From Canada set sail,
With full eight thousand reg'lars,
He thought he could not fail;
With Indians and Canadians,
And his curs'd Tory crew,
On board his fleet of shipping,
He up the Champlain flew.

Before Ticonderoga,
The first day of July,
Appear'd his ships and army,
And we did them espy.
Their motions we observed,
Full well both night and day,
And our brave boys prepared,
To have a bloody fray.

Our garrison they viewed them,
And straight their troops did land,
And when St. Clair, our chieftain.
The fact did understand,
That they the Mount Defiance
Were bent to fortify,
He found we must surrender,
Or else prepare to die.

The fifth day of July, then,
He ordered a retreat,
And when next morn we started,
Burgoyne thought we were beat.
And closely he pursued us,
Till when near Hubbardton,
Our rear guards were defeated,
He thought the country won.

And when twas told in Congress,
That we our forts had left,
To Albany retreated,
Of all the North bereft;
Brave General Gates they sent us,
Our fortunes to retrieve.
And him with shouts of gladness,
The army did receive.

Where first the Mohawk's waters,
Do in the sunshine play,
For Herkimer's brave soldiers,
Bellinger ambush'd lay ;
And them he there defeated,
But soon he had his due,
And scared by Brooks and Arnold,
He to the north withdrew.

To take the stores and cattle,
That we had gather'd then,
Burgoyne sent a detachment
Of fifteen hundred men;
By Baum they were commanded,
To Bennington they went;
To plunder and to murder,
Was fully their intent.

But little did they know then,
With whom they had to deal,
It was not quite so easy,
Our stores and stock to steal;
Bold Stark would give them only,
A portion of his lead;
With half his crew ere sunset,
Baum lay among the dead.

The nineteenth of September,
The morning cool and clear,
Brave Gates rode through our army,
Each soldier's heart to cheer;
"Burgoyne," he cried, "advances,
But we will never fly;
No rather than surrender,
We'll fight him till we die."

The news was quickly brought us,
The enemy was near,
And all along our lines then
There was no signs of fear;
It was above Stillwater
We met at noon that day,
And every one expected
To see a bloody fray.

Six hours the battle lasted,
Each heart was true as gold,
The British fought like lions,
And we like Yankees bold;
The leaves with blood were crimson,
And then brave Gates did cry --
" 'Tis diamond now cut diamond!
We'll beat them boys or die."

The darkness soon approaching,
It forced us to retreat,
Into our lines till morning,
Which made them think us beat;
But ere the sun was risen,
They saw before their eyes,
Us ready to engage them,
Which did them much surprise.

Of fighting they seem weary,
Therefore to work they go,
Their thousand dead to bury,
And breastworks up to throw;
With grape and bombs intending
Our army to destroy,
Or from our works our forces
By stratagem decoy.

The seventh day of October,
The British tried again,
Shells from their cannons throwing.
Which fell on us like rain;
To drive us from our stations,
That they might thus retreat;
For now Burgoyne saw plainly,
He never could us beat.

But vain was his endeavor
Our men to terrify;
Though death was all around us,
Not one of us would fly.
But when an hour we'd fought them,
And they began to yield,
Along our lines the cry ran,
"The next blow wins the field!"

Great God, who guides their battles,
Whose cause is just and true,
Inspire our bold commander,
The course he should pursue.
He ordered Arnold forward,
And Brooks to follow on;
The enemy was routed!
Our liberty was won!

Then burning all their luggage,
They fled with haste and fear,
Burgoyne with all his forces,
To Saratogue did steer;
And Gates, our brave commander,
Soon after him did hie,
Resolving he would take them,
Or in the effort die.

As we came nigh the village,
We overtook the foe;
They'd burned each house to ashes,
Like all where'er they go.
The seventeenth of October,
They did capitulate,
Burgoyne and his proud army,
Did we our pris'ners make.

Now, here's a health to Arnold,
And our commander Gates,
To Lincoln and to Washington,
Whom every Tory hates;
Likewise unto our Congress,
God grant it long to reign;
Our Country, Right, and Justice,
For ever to maintain.

Now finish'd is my story,
My song is at an end;
The freedom we're enjoying
We're ready to defend;
For while our cause is righteous,
Heaven nerves the soldier's arm,
And vain is their endeavor,
Who strive to do us harm.

Native Born Huron, friend to Howard from the French-Indian War days

|Might|12|Nimble|14|Vigor|12|
|Reason|10|Resolution|8|Actions|3|
|Faith|12|Sanity|40|Vitality|60|
''Skills''

Archery 16; Language (English) 10; Survival 11; Tracking 11

The adventure of this gallant officer, commemorated in the subjoined ballad, is connected with the conspiracy of Arnold. The authorship of the song is unknown, as is the case of very many of the finest productions of the Revolutionary period. It was adapted to the air of //Barbara Allen//, and sung very generally, at home and in the camp, during the last years of the Revolution.

[[SERGEANT CHAMPE]]

COME sheathe your swords ! my gallant boys,
[[And listen to the story]],
How Sergeant Champe, one gloomy night,
Set off to catch the tory.

You see the general had got mad,
To think his plans were thwarted,
And swore by all, both good- and bad,
That Arnold should be carted.

So unto Lee he sent a line,
And told him all his sorrow,
And said that he must start the hunt,
Before the coming morrow.

Lee found a sergeant in his camp,
Made up of bone and muscle,
Who ne'er knew fear, and many a year
With tories had a tussle.

Bold Champe, when mounted on old Kip,
All button'd up from weather,
Sang out, "good bye!" crack d off his whip,
And soon was in the heather.

He gallop'd on towards Paulus Hook,
Improving every instant --
Until a patrol, wide awake,
Descried him in the distance.

On coming up, the guard call'd out
And ask'd him where he's going
To which he answer'd with his spur,
And left him in the mowing.

The bushes pass'd him like the wind,
And pebbles flew asunder.
The guard was left far, far behind,
All mix'd with mud and wonder.

Lee's troops paraded, all alive,
Although 'twas one the morning,
And counting o'er a dozen or more,
One sergeant is found wanting.

[[A little hero]], full of spunk,
But not so full of judgment,
Press'd Major Lee to let him go,
With the bravest of his reg'ment.

Lee summon'd cornet Middleton,
Expressed what was urgent,
And gave him orders how to go
To catch the rambling sergeant.

Then forty troopers, more or less,
Set off across the meader ;
'Bout thirty-nine went jogging on
A-following their leader.

At early morn, adown a hill
They saw the sergeant sliding;
So fast he went, it was not ken't.
Whether he s rode, or riding.

None looked back, but on they spurr'd,
A-gaining every minute.
To see them go, 'twould done you good,
You'd thought old Satan in it.

The sergeant miss'd 'em, by good luck,
And took another tracing,
He turn'd his horse from Paulus Hook,
Elizabethtown facing.

It was the custom of Sir Hal
To send his galleys cruising,
And so it happened just then,
That two were at Van Deusen's.

Strait unto these the sergeant went,
And left old Rip, all standing,
A waiting for the blown cornet,
At Squire Yan Deusen s landing.

The troopers didn't gallop home,
But rested from their labors ;
And some 'tis said took gingerbread
And cider from the neighbors.

Twas just at eve the troopers reach'd
The camp they left that morning.
Champe's empty saddle, unto Lee,
Gave an unwelcome warning.

"If Champe has suffered, 'tis my fault;"
So thought the generous major :
"I would not have his garment touch'd,
For millions on a wager!"

"The cornet told him all he knew,
Excepting of the cider.
The troopers, all, spurr'd very well
But Champe was the best rider!"

And so it happen'd that brave Champe
Unto Sir Hal deserted,
Deceiving him, and you, and me,
And into York was flirted.

He saw base Arnold in his camp,
Surrounded by the legion,
And told him of the recent prank
That threw him in that region.

Then Arnold grinu'd, and rubb'd his hands,
And e'enmost chok'd with pleasure,
Not thinking Champe was all the while
A "taking of his measure."

"Come now," says he, "my bold soldier,
As you're within our borders,
Let's drink our fill, old care to kill,
To-morrow you ll have orders."

Full soon the British fleet set sail !
Say ! wasn't that a pity?
For thus it was brave Sergeant Champe
Was taken from the city.

To southern climes the shipping flew.
And anchored in Virginia,
When Champe escaped and join'd his friends
Among the picininni.

Base Arnold's head, by luck, was sav'd,
Poor Andre was gibbeted,
Arnold s to blame for Andre s fame,
And Andre s to be pitied.

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A regularly updated resource for the [[Colonial Gothic|http://12-degrees.net/colonial-gothic/]] roleplaying game by [[Rogue Games|http://www.rogue-games.net]]

New World Almanack

|Might|11|Nimble|11|Vigor|11|
|Reason|0|Resolution|0|Actions|3|
|Vitality|51|Fear|-1| | |
!!!Skills 
Brawl [12]
!!!Abilities
''Claws''

A skeleton’s claws cause d12+Might in Damage.

''Night Vision''

Skeletons are able to see in the dark as easy as they can see in full daylight. They ignore all penalties while fighting in the dark.

''Undead''

Skeletons are undead, and because of that they are immune to Smoke, Heat, Cold, and cannot die due to suffocation. In addition creatures that are undead are immune to Diseases, Poison and Fear, as well as take no damage from Fire and Cold. Sense they are dead, creatures do not breathe and are thus immune to drowning.

One of the most commonly encountered creatures of the supernatural, skeletons are mindless creatures often used by Black Magicians as servants and guards.

|Might|3|Nimble|10|Vigor|3|
|Reason|1|Resolution|3|Actions|2|
|Vitality|15|Fear|--| | |
!!!Skills 
Stealth [10]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A snake’s bite causes damage equal to Might.

''Poison''

A snake that successfully bites a target can inject its’ venom. Damage d12 Vigor, half for successful Vigor Test.

Found in the swamps and woods of the colonies, poisonous snakes come in numerous varieties. There are some snakes that have more powerful venom, but as of now, none have been seen.

*[[A Ballad, 1776]]
*[[A Ballad to the tune of "Smile Britannia," 1776]]
*[[A New Song, 1779]]
*[[A Song About Charleston, 1780]]
*[[Affair of Honor, 1778]]
*[[An Appeal, 1780]]
*[[Battle of Trenton, 1776]]
*[[British Light Infantry, 1778]]
*[[Brave Paulding and The Spy, 1780]]
*[[The Cow Chace, 1780]]
*[[Dutch Song, 1779]]
*[[Expedition to Rhode Island, 1778]]
*[[The Fate of John Burgoyne, 1777]]
*[[The Gamester, 1778]]
*[[General Sullivan's Song, 1777]]
*[[The Heads, 1776]]
*[[A Hymn, 1778]]
*[[Independence, 1776]]
*[[Lord North's Recantation, 1778]]
*[[A New Ballad, 1779]]
*[[A New War Song, 1776]]
*[[New Year's Day, 1781]]
*[[Old England, 1778]]
*[[The Present Age, 1779]]
*[[The Rebels, 1778]]
*[[The Recess, 1779]]
*[[Saratoga Song, 1777]]
*[[Sergeant Champe, 1780]]
*[[To the Commons, 1776]]
*[[Volunteer Boys, 1780]]

The region that would become known as South Carolina has had a long history of European attempts at colonization. When Spain was exerting her influence in the New World, the region coast was explored in 1514. Through the next few decades more and more Spanish exploration and contact with the natives took place. French Huguenots led by Jean Ribaut made an effort to settle on a coastal island and build a fort in 1562. This fort only lasted a year, and after dealing with countless raids and hostile actions, the remaining survivors built a ship and attempted to set sail for France. The survivors, never made it to their destination, and they disappeared in route.

The action by the French, considered Spain, and it was decided that to protect their claim on the New World, settlements would be built along the Atlantic coast line. In 1566 Fort San Felipe was built at the site of the France earlier attempt on the island now known as Parris Island. Once the fort was built, the settlement of Santa Elena was constructed and this became the capital of La Florida Province (the region of the New World lying along the Atlantic). The settlement lived and thrived for ten years, but the continued hostile actions of the Spanish angered the nearby tribes. The natives grew angrier and angrier each passing year and finally during the summer of 1576 they attacked forcing Spain to leave Santa Elena. Undeterred the Spanish once again returned and the next year, they rebuilt the fort.

Due to increase English pressure in the West Indies, and the fact that Sir Francis Drake destroyed St. Augustine in Florida in 1585, Spain left Santa Elena and moved all their forces to St. Augustine in 1587 so better protect their territory and concentrate their efforts in holding their possessions in the Caribbean. It would not be until 1670 that the region would see further European occupation.

As is the case with North Carolina, the colony of South Carolina was once part of the singular Carolina Colony. The colony that would become South Carolina traces its’ origins to 1670, when three ships of settlers and with the orders to settle the southern portions of Carolina from the Lords Proprietors. Under the leadership of William Sayle and Joseph West, the ships anchored in Port Royal harbor, and the settlers landed at Beaufort Island. The early settlement spent the next year trying to survive and take advantage of the surrounding land. With Sayle’s death in February 1671, the settlers decided to leave left Beaufort and sail north. Entering Charleston harbor, they landed and begun the building of the settlement that would eventually become known as Charleston. Dubbing their new home Old Town, the colonists began cultivating their new home.

The Indians, suffering years of encroachment by the Europeans, did not take kindly the intrusion in the region, and hostiles between the two groups were present. Despite the raids and hostilities trading between he two groups did take place, and though the hostilities never ended, life became a little easier. It was in the fall of 1671 that Sir John Yeamans arrived from Barbados. Appointed as the new governor, Sir Yeamans brought with him fifty families as well as slaves. His arrival marked a change for South Carolina, and that change was turning the region in to a thriving farming region and bringing to the colonies numerous settlers in the bonds of slavery.

Old Town was reorganized under the title of the Cartcret County Colony, and in 1672 a representative government was established. This then marked the start of rapid increase in population, and numerous settlers arrived seeking to stake out a new life in the Carolinas. Due to Sir Yemes arrival the colony was converted into a system of plantations and began resembling the vast West Indies plantations. Though the colony preached the freedoms of all residents the sad fact is that many of the inhabitants were slaves. While the northern regions of the Carolinas saw modest success, the southern portions grew wealthy off the vast plantations and the forced labor of others.

As mentioned previously the Carolina Colony was divided in 1712. Three years after the event, the South Carolinas found themselves enmeshed in a year long series of skirmishes with the Yamasee Indians. The Indians, who had grown tired of the White Man and the unfavorable trade with Carolinian merchants and traders, went to war. Between 1715 and 1716 numerous Indians and colonists were killed, and settlements were destroyed. Finally the hostilities were ended in the summer of 1716 but the toll was great for that the Yamasee were destroyed. All was not well for the colonists, because after suffering numerous attacks, they realized that the proprietors of the colony did not care for the safety, let alone the well being of the colonists. In 1719 colonists rebelled and to end the rebellion the Crown sent Francis Nicholson as the new provincial royal governor in 1720. Over the next nine years the propitiators and the crown argued and contested the situation, but finally after unable to sustain the losses acquired, the properties turned over the colony, and in 1729 South Carolina became a royal colony.

With this change, South Carolina became safer, and the pirates who plagued the coastline were hunted and either imprisoned or killed. IN addition a new colony to the south was founded in 1733 which acted as a buffer against the Spanish interests in Florida. With this new situation European immigration was encouraged. Between 1730 and 1740 thousands of German and Swiss immigrants arrived and settled the land and begin growing crops and harvesting the natural bounty of the land. By 1760, a new wave of immigrants arrived, but this time it was Virginians and Pennsylvania seeking a new start and new opportunities. Arriving in the lower middle country as well as the uplands of South Carolina, this group brought with them an enthusiasm as well as a loyalty to the Crown. Contrary to their fellow colonies South Carolina always was grateful to the Crown and England. Many remember what life was like prior to the colony becoming a royal one and they fear what would happen if England lost control. Sadly these sentiments are not shared by all, and the actions of Parliament in the creation of the Stamp Act, Townshend Acts, to name a few, has fanned the flames of independence. It was the passionate speeches and the written statements of Christopher Gadsden, Henry Laurens, and Arthur Middleton that lead them to become the main leaders in the independence movement. Spurred on by the blockade of Boston Harbor, their rhetoric became even louder. When General Washington delivered Boston to freedom, the independent government of South Carolina was created in March 15, 1776 with John Rutledge as president.

What the future holds is anyone’s guess. Though independent, there are many in the colony that remain loyal to England and feel that the actions of a few are nothing more but a reflection of petty jealously and greed. Though these loyalists do agree that Parliament has overstepped their bounds, they do not agree that the way to understanding lies at the end of the sword. The mood is split, and though the cries of freedom are loud, some feel that they are about to get muted when England exacts her revenge.

!![[Virginia]]
*[[Virginia]] is a land rich in possibilities, and that is due to its long history. No other colony offers such a diverse place to run and create adventures. The rural areas and the distance between population centers allows for the locating of witches, black mages, and other occult and supernatural threats. With the coming revolution [[Virginia]] like much of the southern colonies will become one of the major battlefields.
*Game Masters wishing to use history to their advantage can also play up the past hostilities between the colonists and the various native tribes.
!![[Maryland]]
*Hidden in the shadows is a running counter to the events currently gripping the colonies. This plot centers around the Church of Rome. For many, the Inquisition is now a part of history, it is secretly alive and flourishing in Maryland. With the anti Catholic sentiments still at root, some Catholics have begun to secretly hunt down the agents of the occult and supernatural and punish them for their sins. This Inquisition, unknown to the Maryland members, is being funded by Spain. Spain hopes that they can use this as a means to keep England weak, and establish a beach head in the English colonies. Secretly Spain wants to strengthen its holdings, and eventually link to their new Louisiana holdings.
*Game Masters wanting to us this plot, can, and the Inquisition can be set up as shadowy enemies to Heroes of a supernatural background.
!![[North Carolina]]
*Hidden glens, forgotten settlements, and the mystery of Roanoke are but a few of the adventuring possibilities found in this colony. With a long history of pirates and the much rumored location of Blackbeard's lost treasure, Game Masters have many interesting hooks when creating adventures and running campaigns. In addition, there are numerous tribes located in the region harboring resentment toward the colonist and would think nothing more than carrying out a long harbored revenge.
*With the growing revolution, North Carolina will find itself playing a prominent role in the battle to come, and with sides being drawn, Game Masters wishing to run a more political or military style game, this is the perfect location to do so. With the pullout from Boston, a two prong approach to quelling the rebellion is in the works. The first prong will be through New York, while the second will come through south through the Carolinas. This offers the GMs ample opportunity to stage adventures dealing with this campaign.
!![[South Carolina]]
*You want adventure? Look no further than South Carolina. With a long history of mysteries disappearances (Roanoke is just one example) there are many mysteries ripe for adventure. With the long influence of pirates, numerous hidden treasures, mysterious curses, as well as good old fashioned pirate hunting is possible. If you want to interject some ancient prophecies, you can use the Yamasee uprising as a source of inspiration. With the revolution, South Carolina will find itself serving as the battle ground for some bloody battles.
*South Carolina, due to its influx of immigrants, also offers numerous opportunities to inject supernatural threats, and Villains with mysterious backgrounds. Witches, Black Mages, as well as misguided Alchemists can be created to offer the Heroes a challenge to overcome.
!![[Georgia]]
*Georgia is a wild place, and one of the few colonies that is still in the early stages of development. The land offers much, from actions against hostile Indians, to tracking and ending the threats poses by creatures of the occult.

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Your Hero suffers from weakness, and a high fever. The disease lasts for d12 days, and each day they are sick, your Hero loses 1 Vitality. While sick they are unable to see their Vitality restored naturally, and suffer a -2 to a Tests.

This disease trace's its origins back to the Middle Ages, and today is known as erysipelas.

It was once thought that the cause of the disease was linked to the consumption of rye contaminated with a fungus. The reason for this was due to those who had eaten the rye soon developed bright red gangrenous extremities. For some, those suffering from this disease were thought to be consumed by the "Holy Fire." To cure the patient , it was thought that by traveling to the shrine of St. Anthony, could find a cure.

In the 11th century, the French House of St. Anthony, dedicated themselves to the care of victims suffering from the "fiery red" walls similar to the color of the lesions of erysipelas. This led to the name of the disease becoming St. Anthony's Fire.

Though this disease does not strike as often as it once did, cases of St. Anthony's Fire are still found throughout the Old World as well as the Colonies.

This disease has no known natural cure, and once your Hero contracts it they experience uncontrollable convulsions and contortions of the body. The effects of this disease has your Hero’s Agility lose 4 Ranks, in addition any skill requiring Agility experiences a -1 penalty.

IN Greece and Rome renowned for art and arms,
Whose every bosom felt fair Freedom's charms,
Those manly breasts which generous ardor fired,
When public weal their swords or care required ;
When peace abroad their conquering arms procured,
At home, when wisdom, Liberty secured :
Greatly unbending o'er the social bowl,
Indulged the transports of a genial soul.
So we, nor second to those sons of Fame,
In love of freedom, tho' of humbler name ;
Or dauntless courage, bravely to oppose
Domestic tyranny, or foreign foes ;
We, who far foremost //here//, a virtuous few,
Dare to our country and ourselves be true ;
Who dare, in spite of ev'ry venal frown,
Assert our rights, and lawless power disown ;
Spite of each parasite, each cringing slave,
Each cautious dastard, each oppressive knave ;
Each gibing Ass, //that reptile of an hour//,
The supercilious pimp of abject slaves in power;
Spite of those empty boasters, who conceal
Their coward fear with circumspection's veil,
Are met, to celebrate in festive mirth
The day that gives our second freedom birth ;
That tells us, //Britain's Grenvilles// never more
Shall dare usurp unjust, illegal power,
Or threat //America's// free sons with chains,
While the least spark of ancient fire remains ;
While records bid the virtuous sons admire
The godlike acts of each intrepid sire.

Exult //America !// each dauntless son
Will ever keep fair Liberty their own ;
Will base submission, servile fear despise,
And Freedom's //substance//, not her //shadow// prize.
Triumph America ! thy patriot voice
Has made the greatest of mankind rejoice,
Immortal PITT ! ever glorious name !
Far, far unequalled in the rolls of fame !
What breast, for virtue is by all approved,
And freedom even by Asia's slaves beloved,
What breast but glows with gratitude to thee,
Boast of mankind, great prop of Liberty i
To thee, the best of parents and of friends,
//America// with grateful homage bends,
Her thanks, her love, unable to express,
To thee, great patron of her happiness.
Raised by thy hand, beneath thy guardian care,
Luxuriant blooms adorn her vernal year ;
And, when rapacious harpies would devour
The infant fruit, and blast the tender flower,
Shielded by thee, she mocks the abortive wiles ;
Beneath thy shade, again her verdure smiles.

Would 'twere in pity to mankind decreed,
That still a PITT should to a PITT succeed :
When proud oppression would subvert the laws,
That still a CAMDEN should defend the cause.
Nor let's forget the gallant BARRE'S merit,
His TULLY'S periods and his CATO'S spirit ;
His, too, an honest independent heart,
Where fear, nor fraud, nor avarice have part :
Or generous MEREDITH, our worthy friend,
The first our injured freedom to defend ;
Who nobly, not by powerful wrath deterred,
Our just remonstrance and complaints preferred.

Proceed, great names ! your mighty influence join,
Your country's arts, and policies refine :
Assist great CONWAY, and reform the state ;
Bid peaceful commerce reassume her seat ;
Bid BRITISH navies whiten ev'ry coast,
And BRITISH freedom ev'ry country boast.
Let us then, emulous of each great name
Conspicuous in the ancient page of fame,
Resolve, that freedom to our sons be sped,
Not worse than when our valiant fathers bled :
Emerging glorious from our late distress,
Let ev'ry bosom hail returning peace :
This day let nought but jocund mirth employ,
Relax each brow, and give a loose to joy.

And you, ye fair, on whom our hopes depend,
Our future fame and empire to extend ;
Whose fruitful beds will dauntless myriads yield,
To fight for freedom in some future field ;
Resign each fear.

To-day, let gladness beam in every face,
Soften each smile and brighten every grace ;
While the glad roofs with lofty notes resound,
With grace harmonious move the mazy round.
Make our hearts feel the long-forgotten fire
Wake into flame each spark of soft desire.
Too long indignant tumults and alarms
Have made us heedless of your lovely charms :
But, now, beneath the downy wings of peace,
With freedom blest, our care shall be to please ;
Each day the genial pleasure to improve,
And add new sweetness to connubial love.

!!Fan Material Submissions Guidelines
[>img[The Rogues|http://www.rogue-games.net/roguegames_180_2.gif/roguegames_180_2-full.jpg]]With [[Thousand Suns|http://www.rogue-games.net/othergames2.html]] hitting shelves this month, [[Rogue Games|http://www.rogue-games.net]] now has two game lines ready for your enjoyment. Both offer different things to different gamers, and both will be supported heavily by [[Rogue Games|http://www.rogue-games.net]]. 

When forming [[Rogue Games|http://www.rogue-games.net]], one of the things both the Rogues wanted, was to be fan friendly. Games are meant to be played and enjoyed, and game ideas should be shared. 

[[Rogue Games|http://www.rogue-games.net]] is putting out the call to their fans. We want your fan material! 

Actually, we do not "want it;" we are looking for submissions for adventures and articles for both [[Thousand Suns|http://www.rogue-games.net/1776a.html]] and [[Thousand Suns|http://www.rogue-games.net/othergames2.html]]. The articles and adventures will be hosted on the [[Rogue Games'|http://www.rogue-games.net]] websites and wikis. All contributors will be credited. In addition anything, you submit and we accept, becomes the property of [[Rogue Games|http://www.rogue-games.net]]. 

So what are the requirements? 
!!!Submissions

We will always respond to submissions. 

Always. 

Even if they are not suitable for posting. If you send a submission and do not hear back from us in a timely fashion, please drop us a line to remind us. 

Failure to reply is simply due to the busy schedule the Rogue's have. If you take the time to submit something, we will take the time to respond. 

So how do you submit material? Via email. 

Wiki entries and adventures should be in ''RTF'' (Rich Text Format) or MS Word format. You can email submissions to submissions@rogue-games.net. 

Please put in your subject line one of the following headers: 
*[Colonial Gothic Adventure Submission]
*[Colonial Gothic -- New World Almanack] 
*[Thousand Suns Adventure Submission] 
*[Thousand Suns -- Encyclopedia Galactica] 
So there you go. Let your creativity flow and get too writing.

Though there are those harboring evil within their hearts, there are still many who simply try to scrap out a living and survive the world. The following are a growing list of those who you might want to turn too for help.
!!Roll Call
*[[Mell Philbin]]

*[[The Events of Missing]]
*[[The Events of Sin Eater]]
*[[The Events of Sin Eater, Part 2]]
*[[The Events of Sin Eater, Part 3]]

Three or four miles below Fort Lee, at the base of the Palisades, on Hudson River, is a little village called Bulls Ferry. Just below this village, was a block-house, occupied in the summer of 1780, by a British picket, for the protection of some wood-cutters, and the neighboring Tories. On Bergen Neck, below, was a large number of cattle and horses, within reach of the British foragers, who might go out from the fort at Paulus Hook. 

Washington then sent General Wayne, with some Pennsylvania and Maryland troops, to storm the work on Blockhouse Point, and to drive the cattle within the American lines. Wayne sent the cavalry, under Major Lee, to perform the latter duty, while he and three. Pennsylvania regiments marched against the hlock-house with four pieces of artillery. They made a spirited attack, but their cannons were too light to be effective, and, after a skirmish, the Americans were repulsed, with a loss in killed and wounded of sixty-four men. After burning some wood-boats near, and capturing the men in charge of them, Wayne returned to camp with a large number of 
cuttle, driven by the dragoons. -- //Lossing's Field Book//. 

The last canto of this epic was published on the day when Andre was captured. The original copy is still in existence, and has the following endorsement upon it, under the signature of Major Andre. 

>"When the epic strain was sung, 
>The poet by the neck was hung, 
>Anil to his cost he finds too late, 
>The dung-born tribe decides his fate."

//The Black Pullet//, author unknown, 1798, French (Time to Read: 6)

This slender volume is attributed to a French officer who was injured during Napoleon’s campaign in Egypt.  The officer was wounded and nursed back to health by an Arabic using incantations and talismans.  This book provides a +1 bonus on tasks that involve the creation of talisman.

(''Note:'' Though this book came about after the War of Independence, it may be of use for campaigns occuring after that period.)

Created in 1673, this road was designed to carry the mail between New York and Boston. At the start it was little more than a crude riding trail, and a post rider made the round trip in four weeks time covering 250 miles in total. In 1772 stagecoach service began on the road and it now takes only one week to travel between the two cities. With the current crisis griping the colonies, the Post Road is used to transport soldiers and equipment. All other traffic, including mail and stagecoach traffic must pull to the side when the military is on the move.

During the battle of Breed's Hill the village of Charlestown was destroyed. The following, which commemorates the event, has been attributed to Joel Barlow. He composed various patriotic songs, many of which are familiar. On entering the army, he wrote:

//I do not know, whether I shall do more for the cause in the capacity of chaplain, than I could in that of poet; I have great faith in the influence of songs; and shall continue, while fulfilling the duties of my appointment, to write one now and then, and to encourage the taste for them which I find in the camp. One good song is worth a dozen addresses or proclamatipns.//

''THE BURNING OF CHARLESTOWN''

PALMYRA'S prospect, with her tumbling walls,
Huge piles of ruin heap d on every side,
From each beholder, tears of pity calls,
Sad monuments, extending far and wide.

Yet far more dismal to the patriot s eye,
The drear remains of Charlestown's former show,
Behind whose walls did hundred warriors die,
And Britain s centre felt the fatal blow.

To see a town so elegantly form'd,
Such buildings graced with every curious art,
Spoil'd in a moment, on a sudden storm'd,
Must fill with indignation every heart.

But when we find the reasons of her fate
To be but trifling -- trifling did I say?
For being noble ! daring to be great,
Nor calmly yielding to tyrannic sway!

To see the relics of that once famed place,
Pointing to Heaven, as 'twere in ardent cry,
By lawless power robb'd of every grace,
Yet calling bolts of vengeance from on high:

To find, I say, such dealings with mankind,
To see those royal robbers planted near
Those glorious buildings, turning into wind.
And loath to mingle with the common air.

And such chastisement coming from a state
Who calls herself our parent, nurse, and friend --
Must rouse each soul that s noble, frank, and great,
And urge us on our lives and all to spend!

Oh ! spot once graceful ; but, alas ! no more;
Till signs shall end, and time itself shall cease,
Thy name shall live, and on fame's pinions soar,
To mark grim blackness on Great Britain's face.

Nor shall the blood of heroes on the plain,
Who nobly fell that day in freedom's cause,
Lie unreveng'd, though with thy thousands slain,
Whilst there s a King who fears nor minds thy laws.

Shall Cain who madly spilt his brother s blood,
Receive such curses from the God of all?
Is not that Sovereign still as just and good,
To hear the cries of children when they call?

Yes, there's a God whose laws are still the same,
Whose years are endless, and his power is great;
He is our God : Jehovah is his name;
With him we trust our sore oppressed state;

When he shall rise (oh, Britain, dread the day,
Nor can I stretch the period of thy fate) ;
What heart of steel, what tyrant then shall sway,
A throne that s sinking by oppression s weight ?

Thy crimes, oh North, shall then like spectres stand,
Nor Charlestown hindmost in the ghastly roll,
And faithless Gage, who gave the dread command,
Shall find dire torments gnaw upon his soul.

Yea, in this world, we trust that ills so dread,
Which fills the nation with such matchless woes,
Shall fall with double vengeance on thy head,
Nor scape those minions which thy court compose.

I thought people might want to see how a game is going that I am currently running for [[Colonial Gothic|http:///www.rogue-games.net/1776a]]. 

*[[Heroes]]
*[[Synopsis]]

Though the [[Colonial Gothic|http:///www.rogue-games.net/1776a]] discusses the thirteen colonies, that detail is a little sparse. The following sections have more information about the colonies.
!!Colonies
!!![[New England]]
*[[Connecticut]]
*[[Massachusetts]]
*[[New Hampshire]]
*[[Rhode Island]]
!!![[Middle Colonies]]
*[[Delaware]]
*[[New Jersey]]
*[[New York]]
*[[Pennsylvania]] 
!!![[Southern Colonies]]
*[[Georgia]]
*[[Maryland]]
*[[North Carolina]]
*[[South Carolina]]
*[[Virginia]]

Linking Philadelphia to Fort Pitt, these two roads were key to British strategy during the French Indian War. Construction on the Conestoga Road was finished in 1741 and connected Philadelphia to Lancaster. During the French and Indian War, General Forbes ordered his troops to build a road from Harrisburg to France’s Fort Duquesne (later renamed Fort Pitt after the British took control of it). These two roads play an important role in linking the Great Lakes to the Atlantic Ocean. 

Deriving their name from the road they travel, Conestoga Wagons are a common site in this region. These wagons are large, enabling them to haul a large amount of goods. Pulled by teams of four to six horses, the wagon’s wheels are rimmed with iron. This makes them extremely sturdy for the rigors of travel.

Written by [[Major John Andre]], 1 and first published in the //Royal Gazette//. It commemorates the attack of General Wayne, upon the Refugee's Block House, situated on the Hudson River, about four miles below Fort Lee, on the twenty-first of July,

[[THE COW CHACE]]

''PART I ''

To drive the kine one summer's morn,
The tanner took his way;
The calf shall rue that is unborn,
The jumbling of that day.

And Wayne descending steers shall know,
And tauntingly deride;
And call to mind in every low,
The tanning of his hide.

Yet Bergen cows still ruminate,
Unconscious in the stall,
What mighty means were used to get,
And loose them after all.

For many heroes bold and brave,
From Newbridge and Tappan,
And those that drink Passaic's wave,
And those who eat supaun;

And sons of distant Delaware,
And still remoter Shannon,
And Major Lee with horses rare,
And Proctor with his cannon.

All wond'rous proud in arms they came,
What hero could refuse
To tread the rugged path to fame,
Who had a pair of shoes!

At six, the host with sweating buff,
Arrived at Freedom's pole;
When Wayne, who thought he'd time enough,
Thus speechified the whole.

"O ye, who glory doth unite,
Who Freedom's cause espouse;
Whether the wing that's doom'd to fight,
Or that to drive the cows,

"Ere yet you tempt your further way,
Or into action come,
Hear, soldiers, what I have to say,
And take a pint of rum.

"Intemp'rate valor then will string
Each nervous arm the better;
So all the land shall I sing,
And read the General's letter.

"Know that some paltry refugees,
Whom I've a mind to fight ;
Are playing h -- l amongst the trees
That grow on yonder height.

"Their fort and block-houses we'll level,
And deal a horrid slaughter;
We'll drive the scoundrels to the devil,
And ravish wife and daughter.

"I, under cover of attack,
Whilst you are all at blows,
From English neighb'rhood and Nyack,
Will drive away the cows;

"For well you know the latter is
The serious operation,
And fighting with the refugees
Is only demonstration."

His daring words, from all the crowd,
Such great applause did gain,
That every man declar'd aloud,
For serious work with Wayne.

Then from the cask of rum once more,
They took a heady gill;
When one and all, they loudly swore,
They'd fight upon the hill.

But here the muse hath not a strain
Befitting such great deeds;
Huzza ! they cried, huzza ! for Wayne,
And shouting -- .

''PART II''

Near his meridian pomp, the sun
Had journey'd from the horizon;
When fierce the dusky tribe mov'd on,
Of heroes drunk as pison.

The sounds confus'd of boasting oaths,
Re-echo'd through the wood;
Some vow'd to sleep in dead men's clothes,
And some to swim in blood.

At Irving's nod 'twas fine to see,
The left prepare to fight;
The while, the drovers, Wayne and Lee,
Drew off upon the right.

Which Irving 'twas, fame don't relate,
Nor can the muse assist her;
Whether 'twas he that cocks a hat,
Or he that gives a clyster.

For greatly one was signaliz'd,
That fought on Chestnut Hill ;
And Canada immortaliz'd
The vender of the pill.

Yet the attendance upon Proctor,
They both might have to boast of;
For there was business for the doctor,
And hats to be disposed of.

Let none uncandidly infer,
That Stirling wanted spunk;
The self-made peer had sure been there,
But that the peer was drunk.

But turn we to the Hudson's banks,
Where stood the modest train;
With purpose firm, though slender ranks,
Nor car'd a pin for Wayne.

For them the unrelenting hand
Of rebel fury drove;
And tore from every genial band
Of friendship and of love.

And some within a dungeon's gloom,
By mock tribunals laid;
Had waited long a cruel doom
Impending o'er each head.

Here one bewails a brother's fate,
There one a sire demands,
Cut off, alas ! before their date,
By ignominious hands.

And silver'd grandsires here appear'd
In deep distress serene,
Of reverent manners that declar'd
The better days they'd seen.

Oh, curs'd rebellion, these are thine,
Thine are these tales of woe;
Shall at thy dire insatiate shine,
Blood never cease to flow?

And now the foe began to lead
His forces to the attack;
Balls whistling unto balls succeed,
And make the block-house crack.

No shot could pass, if you will take
The General's word for true ;
But 'tis a d -- ble mistake,
For every shot went through.

The firmer as the rebels press'd,
The loyal heroes stand;
Virtue had nerv'd each honest breast,
And industry each hand.

"In valor's frenzy, Hamilton,
Rode like a soldier big,
And secretary Harrison,
With pen stuck in his wig."

"But lest their chieftain Washington,
Should mourn them in the mumps,
The fate of Withrington to shun,
They fought behind the stumps."

But ah, Thaddeus Posset, why
Should thy poor soul elope?
And why should Titus Hooper die,
Ay, die -- without a rope ?

Apostate Murphy, thou to whom
Fair Shela ne'er was cruel,
In death shalt hear her mourn thy doom,
"Oeh! would you die, my jewel ?"

Thee, Nathan Pumpkin, I lament,
Of melancholy fate;
The gray goose stolen as he went,
In his heart's blood was wet.

Now, as the fight was further fought,
And balls began to thicken,
The fray assum'd, the generals thought,
The color of a lickin'.

Yet undismay'd the chiefs command,
And to redeem the day;
Cry, Soldiers, charge ! they hear, they stand,
They turn and run away.

''PART III''

Not all delights the bloody spear,
Or horrid din of battle;
There are, I m sure, who d like to hear
A word about the cattle.

The chief whom we beheld of late,
Near Schralenburg haranguing,
At Yan Van Poop's unconscious sat
Of Irving's hearty banging.

Whilst valiant Lee, with courage wild,
Most bravely did oppose
The tears of woman and of child,
Who begg'd he'd leave the cows.

But Wayne, of sympathizing heart,
Required a relief;
Not all the blessings could impart
Of battle or of beef.

For now a prey to female charms,
His soul took more delight in
A lovely hamadryad's arms,
Than cow-driving or fighting.

A nymph the refugees had drove
Far from her native tree,
Just happen'd to be on the move,
When up came Wayne and Lee.

She, in mad Anthony's fierce eye,
The hero saw portray'd,
And all in tears she took him by
-- The bridle of his jade.

"Hear," said the nymph, "O, great commander!
No human lamentations;
The trees you see them cutting yonder,
Are all my near relations.

"And I, forlorn ! implore thine aid,
To free the sacred grove;
So shall thy prowess be repaid
With an immortal s love."

Now some, to prove she was a goddess,
Said this enchanting fair
Had late retired from the bodies
In all the pomp of war.

The drums and merry fifes had play'd
To honor her retreat ;
And Cunningham himself convey'd
The lady through the street.

Great Wayne, by soft compassion sway'd,
To no inquiry stoops,
But takes the fair afflicted maid
Right into Yan Van Poop's.

So Roman Anthony, they say,
Disgrac'd the imperial banner,
And for a gypsy lost a day,
Like Anthony the tanner.

The hamadryad had but half
Receiv'd address from Wayne,
When drums and colors, cow and calf,
Came down the road amain.

And in a cloud of dust was seen
The sheep, the horse, the goat,
The gentle heifer, ass obscene,
The yearling and the shoat.

And pack-horses with fowls came by,
Befeather'd on each side;
Like Pegasus, the horse that I
And other poets ride.

Sublime upon his stirrups rose
The mighty Lee behind,
And drove the terror-smitten cows
Like chaff before the wind.

But sudden see the woods above,
Pour down another corps,
All helter-skelter in a drove,
Like that I sung before.

Irving and terror in the van,
Came flying all abroad;
And cannon, colors, horse, and man,
Kan tumbling to the road.

Still as he fled, 'twas living's cry,
And his example too,
"Run on, my merry men -- For why?
[[The shot will not go through]]."

As when two kennels in the street,
Swell'd with a recent rain,
In gushing streams together meet,
And seek the neighboring drain ;

So met these dung-born tribes in one,
As swift in their career,
And so to Newbridge they ran on --
But all the cows got clear.

Poor Parson Caldwell, all in wonder,
Saw the returning train,
And mourn'd to Wayne the lack of plunder
For them to steal again.

For 'twas his right to steal the spoil, and
To share with each commander,
As he had done at Staten Island
With frost-bit Alexander.

In his dismay, the frantic priest,
Began to grow prophetic ;
You'd swore, to see his laboring breast,
He'd taken an emetic.

"I view a future day," said he,
"Brighter than this day dark is;
And you shall see what you shall see,
Ha ! ha ! my pretty Marquis!

"And he shall come to Paulus Hook,
And great achievements think on ;
And make a bow and take a look,
Like Satan over Lincoln.

"And every one around shall glory
To see the Frenchman caper ;
And pretty Susan tell the story
In the next Chatham paper."

This solemn prophecy, of course,
Gave all much consolation,
Except to Wayne, who lost his horse,
Upon that great occasion.

His horse that carried all his prog,
His military speeches;
His corn-stock whiskey for his grog,
Blue stockings and brown breeches.

And now I've clos'd my epic strain,
I tremble as I show it,
Lest this same warrior-drover, Wayne,
Should ever catch the poet.

IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. - That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, - That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. - Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

> He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

> He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

> He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
> He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

> He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

> He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

> He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

> He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

> He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

> He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

> He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

> He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

> He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

> For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

> For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

> For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

> For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

> For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

> For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences

> For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

> For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

> For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

> He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

> He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

> He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

> He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

> He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

The 56 signers of the ''Declaration'' are:

__Georgia__
* Button Gwinnett
* Lyman Hall
* George Walton

__North Carolina__
* William Hooper
* Joseph Hewes
* John Penn

__South Carolina__
* Edward Rutledge
* Thomas Heyward, Jr.
* Thomas Lynch, Jr.
* Arthur Middleton

__Massachusetts__
* John Hancock
* Samuel Adams
* John Adams
* Robert Treat Paine
* Elbridge Gerry

__Maryland__
* Samuel Chase
* William Paca
* Thomas Stone
* Charles Carroll of Carrollton

__Virginia__
* George Wythe
* Richard Henry Lee
* Thomas Jefferson
* Benjamin Harrison
* Thomas Nelson, Jr.
* Francis Lightfoot Lee
* Carter Braxton

__Pennsylvania__
* Robert Morris
* Benjamin Rush
* Benjamin Franklin
* John Morton
* George Clymer
* James Smith
* George Taylor
* James Wilson
* George Ross

__Delaware__
* Caesar Rodney
* George Read
* Thomas McKean

__New York__
* William Floyd
* Philip Livingston
* Francis Lewis
* Lewis Morris

__New Jersey__
* Richard Stockton
* John Witherspoon
* Francis Hopkinson
* John Hart
* Abraham Clark

__New Hampshire__
* Josiah Bartlett
* William Whipple

__Rhode Island__
* Stephen Hopkins
* William Ellery

__Connecticut__
* Roger Sherman
* Samuel Huntington
* William Williams
* Oliver Wolcott

__New Hampshire__
* Matthew Thornton

The following remarks and stanzas were first published as a ballad sheet, and posted in the streets of New York and  Philadelphia, during the month of October 1778. That same month (October 24, 1778 to be exact) they appeared in the //Royal Gazette//, with the following note:
 
>There was lately exhibited in the city of Philadelphia, an admirable farce called Independence. Who the author was is not positively known, but some are of the opinion that it is the work of a certain quack doctor called Franklin. Others assert that it is the joint production of the strolling company by whom it was acted ; it is, how ever, generally allowed, that one Adams gave the first hint, contrived the plot and cast the parts. It appeared in the exhibition so tragi-comical, that the audience were at a loss whether to laugh or cry. They were, however, well pleased with the catastrophe, and joined heartily in the following chorus. As the renowned Voltaire some where relates, that a song was the cause of the French reformation, the excellent actor who performed the part of the President took upon himself the plain song.

As to the writer of ''The Epilogue'' it has been attributed to James Rivington -- who some referred to as the "...lying hector of the //Royal Gazette//." The only evidence for this is that it was published in his paper.

''THE EPILOGUE''

OUR farce is now finish'd, your sport's at an end, 
But ere you depart, let the voice of a friend 
By way of a chorus, the evening crown 
With a song to the tune of a hey derry down, 
	Derry down, down, hey derry down. 

Old Shakspeare, a poet, who should not be spit on, 
Altho he was born in the island called Britain, 
Hath said that mankind are all players at best, 
A truth we ll admit of, for sake of the jest. 

On this puny stage we've strutted our hour, 
And have acted our parts to the best of our power; 
That the farce hath concluded not perfectly well, 
Was surely the fault of the devil in hell. 

This devil, you know, out of spleen to the church, 
Will oftentimes leave his best friends in the lurch, 
And turn them adrift in the midst of their joy; 
'Tis a difficult matter to cheat the Old Boy. 

Since this is the case, we must e en make the best 
Of a game that is lost ; let us turn it to jest; 
We'll smile, nay, we'll laugh, we'll carouse and we'll ping, 
And cheerfully drink life and health to the king. 

Let Washington now from his mountains descend, 
Who knows but in Greorge he may still find a friend; 
A Briton, altho' he loves bottle and wench, 
Is an honester fellow than parle vous French. 

Our great Independence we give to the wind, 
And pray that Great Britain may once more be kind. 
In this jovial song all hostility ends, 
And Britons and we will for ever be friends. 

Boys fill me a bumper ! now join in the chorus! 
There is happiness still in the prospect before us, 
In this sparkling glass, all hostility ends, 
And Britons and we will for ever be friends. 

Good night ! my good people, retire to your houses, 
Fair ladies, I beg you, convince your dear spouses 
That Britons and we are united in bliss, 
And ratify all with a conjugal kiss. 

Once more, here's a health to the king and queen! 
Confusion to him, who in rancor and spleen, 
Refuses to drink with an English friend, 
Immutable amity to the world's end.

This happy was popular song with as there were four different editions of it published as broadsides, a short time after its first appearance, in the //Pennsylvania Magazine//. The version subjoined, was printed in May, 1775, and differs slightly in language from that contained in the periodical. 

''THE EPISTLE TO THE TROOPS IN BOSTON'' 

BY my faith, but I think ye re all makers of bulls, 
With your brains in your breeches, your -- in your skulls, 
Get home with your muskets, and put up your swords, 
And look in your books for the meaning of words. 
You see now, my honies, how much your mistaken, 
For Concord by discord can never be beaten. 

How brave ye went out with your muskets all bright, 
And thought to be-frighten the folks with the sight; 
But when you got there how they powder'd your puins, 
And all the way home how they pepper'd your, 
And is it not, honeys, a comical crack --, 
To be proud in the face, and be shot in the back. 

How come ye to think, now, they did not know how,
To be after their firelocks as smartly as you? 
Why, you see now, my honies, 'tis nothing at all, 
But to pull at the trigger, and pop goes the ball. 

And what have you got now with all your designing, 
But a town without victuals to sit down and dine in; 
And to look on the ground like a parcel of noodles, 
And sing, how the Yankees have beaten the Doodles. 
I m sure if you re wise you'll make peace for a dinner, 
For fighting and fasting will soon make ye thinner.

Various versions of this sarcastic "English ballad" exits. This copy differs from the original, first published in 1778 in the //London Magazine//. The writer is unknown, but it was included in a collection of poems, and fugitive pieces, published in London in 1779. The numerous editions of it that appeared during the last year of the Revolution, establish the fact of its popularity.

''THE ETIQUETTE''

WHAT thought America doth pour
Her millions to Britannia s store,
Quoth Grenville, that won't do -- for yet,
Taxation is the etiquette.

The tea destroy'd, the offer made
That all the loss should be repaid
North asks not justice, nor the debt,
But he must have the etiquette.

He'd stop their port -- annul their laws --
"Hear us," cried Franklin, "for our cause!"
To hear th' accus'd, the senate met,
Decreed 'twas not the etiquette.

At Bunker's Hill the cause was tried,
The earth with British blood was dyed;
Our army, though 'twas soundly beat,
We hear, bore off the etiquette.

The bond dissolv'd, the people rose,
Their rulers from themselves they chose;
Their Congress then at naught was set --
Its name was not the etiquette.

Though 'twere to stop the tide of blood,
Their titles must not be allow d,
(Not to the chiefs of armies met,)
One Arnold was the etiquette.

The [[Yankees at Long Island]] found
That they were nearly run aground;
Howe let them 'scape when so beset --
He will explain the etiquette.

His aide-de-camps to Britain boast
Of battles -- Yankee never lost;
But they are won in the Gazette --
That saves the nation's etiquette.

Clinton his injur'd honor saw,
Swore he'd be tried by martial law,
And kick Germaine whene'er they met --
A ribbon sav'd that etiquette.

Though records speak Germaine's disgrace,
To quote them to him to his face,
(The Commons now are -- //si honnete//,)
They voted not the etiquette.

Of Saratoga s dreadful plain --
An army ruin'd ; why complain?
To pile their arms as they were let,
Sure they came off with etiquette!

Cries Burgoyne, "They may be reliev'd,
That army still may be retriev'd,
To see the king if I be let;"
"No, sir ! 'tis not the etiquette."

God save the king ! and should he choose
His people's confidence to lose.
What matters it ? they ll not forget
To serve him still -- through etiquette.
1776.

Written by Erik Growen

The first adventure I ran was ''Missing'' from the main book. I placed Peekskill NW of Schenectady with three PCs (Masterson, Dusty's older brother Thomas and a mountain-man/tracker type). The adventure ran pretty much to script except for a number of failed Tracking rolls making their life difficult once the children had been kidnapped. They did finally track them down to the ceremony in the clearing and rescued them, taking out most of the cultists with a fairly well executed ambush. Two escaped however to warn the other group with the avatar. They decided to take the children back to Peekskill right away. The cultists therefore had to track them down and they managed to catch up with them and lost a brief skirmish in which a cultist was captured and tied to a tree. The avatar showed up and the ''PCs'' ran with the children while the Great Bear tore apart the cultist who had failed.

They got back to Peekskill with the Great Bear hot on their heals. They ran to the church and got the children inside and turned to face the Great Bear on the steps of the church. They got a few shots in as it closed, but once it got into hand-to-hand the battle got messy. Two PCs were torn apart, a couple of 'helpful' townsfolk pitched in for about a round before running off scared and the least combat effective PC finally got in the killing blow and thus survived (although quite mauled). The one townsperson who actually hit the Great Bear became a PC (Howard Sikes). Harry took one of the young children (Kenneth) under his wing and has begun to tutor him. He keeps an eye out on the others (Glory, Samantha, and Lori) as well.

Henry Allen got away from the fiasco to live and fight another day. Harry and Howard decided they would track down Allen to stop him from doing this sort of thing again. First they went back to Schenectady with the body of the Walters boy. This brought in his brother Dusty and sister Sarah. Harry wrote to Lizzie to recruit her in to the cause (figured a little healing could help out). They also ran into William McGhee - a member of the Templars. He gave them further information on Allen (a chunk of the background info on him fromthe adventure) if they would continue to pursue him. He gave Harry a red cross and gave him a name of a tavern in NYC though which he could contact him in the future. The PCs all met together at the Amber Hart Inn (from Ryan Wolfe of Ki Ryn Studios on Drivethru RPG) in a meet and great for the new PCs. This is to be used now as sort of a central basing area.

They discovered that Allen had been making his way towards Abbotsford (a ficticious town from Precis Intermedia Gaming's Colonial Record supplement - the same fellows who make Revolutionary War paper minis! also on DrivethruRPG). They settled into the town asking around if anyone had seen Allen and discovered that Abbotsford is a simmering hotbed right now. The town seems decidedly split on the independence issue but people are not really keeping thier opinions to themselves anymore. While asking around the Uprooted Oak tavern the intro to ''Sin Eater'' began with Alastair Judd barging in telling of the attack on the
road and his missing sons. Harry criticalled his Diplomacy and convinced Alistair to come along with them while they investigate.
They discovered the bloody clothes and the shoe in the tree on their way to following the tracks to the mansion where Livingstone Hobb resides. Allen has already been and gone (throwing Livingstone some Arcane knowledge on the way through).

We just ended when the PCs opened the barn and got Bat swarmed and they just noticed movement in the fields behind them (the Wolves closing in). For the mansion layout I am using a free download from Drivethru Maps of Ptolus - the Pythoness House pages). As they have no idea who or what Livingstone is, they should be in for quite a bit of a rough ride!

''From August 23, 2008''

Last night's session was a blast - fun had by all in spite of it's lethality!

When we last left off, the intrepid heroes were searching for Alastair Dodd's children in the woods and had come across Livingstone Hobb's overgrown mansion. They snuck on in towards the barn and got a bit of a fright by a swarm of bats coming out but then had more important things to attend to when Harry noticed the movement coming towards them through the overgrown fields. This turned out to be eight wolves under Livingstone's command.

As the wolves closed in Harry and Howard fired off a few shots with their long rifles and SwiftHawk loosed a couple of arrows. They managed to drive off one of them (it was not too easy to hit with the wolves enjoying cover from the overgrown field -2 and light fading -
1) before the wolves were amongst them.

Dusty went into the barn with sister Sarah right behind and they came under attack by the bat swarm under Livingstone's control. Dusty went to work on the bats swinging away with his arms and axe while Lizzie yanked Sarah back out of the barn. Sarah saw the wolves and tried to hide around the side of the barn. One of the wolves spotted her and went her way while two wolves each attacked Harry, Howard and Swifthawk. Lizzie hid behind Harry.

Sarah managed an amazing hit on her wolf with a frying pan but was then getting into trouble. Howard (a great shot but almost useless
in melee) fixed his socket bayonet and was really taking the worst of it while Swifthawk traded blows with his tomahawk and Harry, who had drawn his sword, (with the odd assist from the knife-wielding Lizzie) held his own. Dusty heard the screams and yells and came out of the barn and dispatched a wolf in front of Harry and Lizzie. He then heard Sarah screaming and ran over to help her. Two mighty swings of his axe drove of the wolf on that flank and he then went after one of the wolves on Howard who was really taking it hard. Harry and Lizzie drove off the other wolf on them. Dusty hammered another wolf into submission and the rest of the wolves decided that they had had enough and retreated leaving the party pretty beat up.

After Lizzie and Harry patched up the party (all got healed but Dusty and Howard only got back one and two points respectively) they headed to the mansion. Dusty entered the courtyard and was greeted by Livingstone who seemed oblivious to their dust-up. Dusty asked if they could stay the night and Livingstone, of course, said yes with a grin.

The group was led to two rooms on the main floor of the mansion that had obviously seen better days. The men went into one room and the women in the room beside them. Harry thought it might be a good idea to post a guard on the women's room as they kind of felt Livingstone was a pretty creepy guy. While standing guard Harry and Livingstone had a great conversation, part of which went like this: Harry was pressing him as to what he did for a living to which Livingstone replied he took confession's of a sort. Harry then said that he must be a Papist, to which Livingstone said he was not. But only Papist's take confession said Harry - No, everyone has Sin and I take Sin from those who need to be cleansed replied Livingstone. I am as Christ said Livingstone, which pretty much sealed the deal for Harry for thinking Livingstone was a bit of a nutter. Livingstone retired out to the courtyard for the evening.

After a few hours Dusty took watch and Harry went into the room and discovered a lifeless Howard still in his bed. They called in Lizzie
to examine him by torch-light and could find no obvious reason for his demise. They were suspicious that Livingstone had something to
do with it even though Harry had watched Livingstone exit the courtyard into the night and not come back. That was enough for
Dusty who snagged a torch and his axe and went off prowling through the mansion to find him. The rest of the party chased after him.
After checking out the next story of the mansion, they thought they should re-examine Howard to try to ascertain what really killed him. They went back down to the room and found that his body was missing!

That prompted another mansion search. In the mansion they discovered rough cross patterns hacked into the stone floor and bones of various animals and humans in some of the rooms. The gothic creepiness of the mansion was played up in a big way. They continued upwards to the fourth floor and found the master bedroom.

Harry, Lizzie and Swifthawk went in to confront Livingstone while Dusty and Sarah kept an eye on the rear. Livingstone was indeed
there and, although completely dressed, seemed indignant that they had invaded his sleeping chamber. Words and accusations were
exchanged when Dusty began hearing a growling coming up from behind the party. Enter a Fate card! Dusty's character had a Fate card with the following quote " One night while coming in late from the fields, Dusty saw a pair of red eyes watching him. At night he sees them occasionally." Needless to say the over-sized wolf that was prowling towards him had red glowing eyes. This was just going to be a regular wolf, but the Fate card was a great opportunity to jazz it up. A Fear check ensued for poor Dusty!

Dusty ended up going toe to toe with the uber-wolf which latched itself onto his left shoulder and began to tear away while Dusty
tried to beat it off with his axe and Sarah tried to hammer at it with her frying pan.

In the room Harry loosed his double-barreled pistol into Livingstone. The rounds hit home but drew no blood - just made impact marks through the clothes. Livingstone looked down at the twin holes and arched his eyebrow at Harry. Fear checks followed! Livingstone won his Resolution v Resolution battle with Lizzie and she turned her torch onto Swifthawk who had just fired and arrow into
Livingstone - once again to seemingly no effect. Chaos ensued.

Dusty finally managed to hammer the large wolf off of his arm. Harry spotted a window leading out of the room to a ledge and calmly told everyone to make haste out of there. Lizzie, who had re-gained her senses, ran and jumped through first twisting her ankle on impact. Dusty grabbed Sarah and they ran around though another opening to the ledge to meet up with Lizzie. Livingstone grew his claws out (Fear check for Swifthawk) and rammed them into the already badly wounded Swifthawk's chest killing him and tossing him aside. Harry dove out the window. The battered party ran through the mansion until they came to a tower window only one story from the ground and they all jumped with a few ankle twists for good measure and the wolf hard on their heals up the the window ledge.

They dragged themselves over to the front of the barn. Dusty, whose left shoulder/arm was a mangled mess peeked in and found more bats and closed the door. Harry loaded up his long rifle and took a knee to cover the party while Lizzie did some Healing. Once again she made her rolls but Dusty (who was in a world of pain and who, as Lizzie tore the bottom of her dress for makeshift bandages, came up with the great quote "I got more hurt and you've got skirt"), only got 1 point back again!

And thus we left our bleeding, battered heroes trying to figure out their next move with at least four more hours of night ahead of them
and no real idea what just happened...

Continuing the epic!

When we last left our intrepid heroes they were licking their wounds from a particularly poor encounter with Livingstone Hobb. They were gathered together in front of the barn outside of the mansion after a head-long flight and had just finished wrapping up their wounds.

With a whole bunch of hours before daylight, sounds of bats coming from the barn behind them and the possibility of wolves in the woods, they had to make a choice where they thought they could hold out until morning at least. They decided to make a dash for the woods across the overgrown field and get to the trees in the hopes of finding a tree or two big enough for them to climb up to get away from the wolves. Alistair Judd (now a new PC played by the fellow who ran the ill-fated Howard Sykes) led they way pistol and torch in hand followed by the mauled Dusty, his sister Sarah, Lizzie and then Harry bringing up the rear. With glimpses of red eyes following them and the growing howls in the woods they ran as fast as they could.

Making it to the tree line they began to look for a solid tree to hole up on. Alistair found a likely tree and slung a rope over a branch and braced it to allow the women-folk an easier way up besides just climbing from limb to limb. Up went Sarah and Lizzie followed by Harry, Alistair and finally they hauled up Dusty (the almost one-armed bandit following the heavy damage inflicted by the uber-wolf in the mansion). They left a torch stuck in the ground at the base of the tree for light. The wolves circled in and Alistair cracked off a pot-shot or two, failing to hit anything .

Sarah was the first to hear the sounds of the incoming bats at the same time that Harry spotted what looked like a figure approaching through the trees. The bats swarmed in and began attacking the heroes hanging off of branches in the tree causing some fair damage to Alistair and Sarah in particular before they were able to drive them off (Dusty being quite good at clearing them out). Harry now clearly saw that the figure was Livingstone and so fired off a shot with his long rifle which thumped into his chest leaving a hole in his jacket but inflicting no further visible damage. Livingstone came into the small clearing at the base of the tree so Harry let him have it with an aimed shot to the head from one of the barrels of his double-barrelled pistol. The round connected and punched a hole through the front of the skull and out the back trailing skull fragments and little else. Livingstone looked up at Harry as if disappointed. He tried to coax Alistair out of the tree with promises to bring him to see his sons if he would only come down and go with him back to the mansion. He came close to getting him but the other heroes held him back (including a bit callous Harry who tried to explain to him that his sons were most likely already dead).

There followed a lengthy exchange with Livingstone who tried to 'reason' with the heroes about the futility of their situation and the glorious future that awaited them if only they would allow him to cleanse them of their sin and allow them to be re-born. Many crazy plans were concocted such as swinging/jumping from tree to tree to the road to get away without subjecting themselves to wolf attack (they were getting braver now and were prowling just outside the lit area around the tree). Lizzie meanwhile, was trying to remember any legends or folklore that might help her out. She cashed in a Fate card that allowed her to recall weird Eastern European myths regarding vampires (going also by a host of other names). She
started letting the others in on a whole slew of odd and not necessarily factual tidbits about the creatures. Dusty liked the stake to the heart idea and so got Alistair to carve up a bit of a broken off branch into a makeshift stake and tucked it into the back of his trousers.

In a show of sacrifice, after Livingstone seemed to be running out of patience and placed his hand over the torch until he snuffed it out (causing more Resolution checks - a number had already been rolled for and more than a few failed by this point), Dusty offered himself to Livingstone if he would let the others go. Livingstone, of course, accepted his offer with no intention of allowing anyone to escape. Dusty was lowered down and stood in front of Livingstone and took one surprise attack with the stake on him but missed! It was initiative time and Dusty was going to live or die on this one roll of the dice. He rolled an 11 which when added to his Nimbleness beat Livingstone who rolled a 7. Dusty got to act first and rammed the stake into Livingstone's heart (thanks to a good use of a few Faith points). Livingstone looked a bit annoyed as he dissipated into
mist. The heroes figured they had carried the day and got out of the tree for a few mile run through the trees to the wagon they left on the road. When Livingstone turned to mist, the wolves backed off but they were obviously being tracked by the uber-wolf with the red eyes that they would catch glimpses of as they ran headlong though the trees. They arrived back at the wagon to discover that the horses had been savaged by wolves. With no other real choice they began running the three miles back to Abbotsford with a number of Vigour rolls being tried and many failed! They stumbled into Abbotsford holding each other up and headed to the Uprooted Oak tavern and got themselves a pair of rooms to drop into. A hammering of ten Sanity points was inflicted upon Alistair who had lost his two sons. He failed his Resolution roll and now is inflicted with Nightmares triggered off by seeing children playing et cetera.

Realizing that a few of their number required a doctor. Harry went around the village and found out that the only doctors in the area were at the town of Marketville or at the forts Belleville and Albert. Needing a way to get to them he ended up talking with the owner of the general store/ post office, James Watson. He had a wagon driven by Marcus Mueller that was going to be doing the circuit from Fort Belleville to Marketville then to Fort Albert and back with a load of mail once he had enough mail to go. Harry went back to the tavern and wrote letters for everyone to bring back to Watson to fill up his mail quota and get the wagon going immediately. The battered, bruised and bleeding heroes got on the wagon and headed on out.

Arriving at Fort Belleville they decided against asking for help as Mueller had let them know that the commanding officer (Major Harold Wakesford) had a reputation for being a bit on the vicious side (particularly towards anyone with 'rebel/ traitorous ' leanings) and was not above confiscation for personal gain. Off they went to Marketville where they found a doctor but did not trust his potentially flimsy credentials (he was primarily a veterinarian). They did use the opportunity to at least purchase some new, non-blood-stained, clothes and supplies as the wagon topped itself off with supplies for the various people of Abbotsford. The wagon continued on it's way to Fort Albert (a small garrison frontier fort manned by a dozen troops, two six-pound cannons and run by Captain John Kingston). The Captain was okay 'as far as the British go' according to Mueller. Harry introduced himself to the Captain using his former military rank (of Lieutenant). They got along quite well and their Corporal, who had field experience doing some doctoring , took care of their wounds and got them to rest up finally. After a pile of days (in which Sarah wowed the tiny garrison with real home cooking) they finally felt up to snuff and decided that they were going to have to go to Albany so Alistair could let his wife know of the disastrous presumed loss of their sons, Peter and Greg.

This, needless to say, did not go well. Alistair's wife refused to accept that their sons were gone and ordered Alistair to go back and get them. Harry tried to let her know how unlikely it was that they were alive and she threw him out of their house. Alistair was told to not come back without the boys. Off to the local pub! All of the heroes figured a good solid night of drinking was in order. Ale and gin all around (and a woman of ill-repute fees were covered by Harry for Dusty who figured himself to be quite the ladies man afterwards - 'they just come up to me!'). For Dusty and Sarah this was the first time they had seen in such a large town/city.

A familiar figure showed up at the pub after two days of trying to get Alistair out of the bottle he had sunk himself into. William McGhee, of the Templars, re-introduced himself to Harry and asked what had become of their quest to bring the cult leader of the Peekskill debacle to justice. Harry went over the latest fiasco dealing with Livingstone. McGhee told him that the only sure way to kill a creature such as that was decapitation. As they had not done that it meant that Livingstone was still 'alive' to continue his predatory ways. McGhee suggested that he gather his friends/companions together to fight the fight against the darkness, which included Livingstone and Henry Allen of course. He would need some more knowledge to do this and that would mean sticking around Albany for a month or so before going back to take the fight to the evil.

Harry gathered the heroes together around a table and let them know about Livingstone. Alistair was an easy sell as he had lost his sons to the creature. Dusty and Sarah had lost their brother to the Great Beast and so did not need much convincing. Lizzie threw in her lot with the others and a sort of brotherhood was formed with them all pledging to each other to fight the fight against the unseen evils starting with Livingstone and Allen. McGhee said he would continue to use his resources to track down the movements of Allen while the heroes went back to Abbotsford and dispatched Livingstone. In the meantime Harry would get some 'learning' from McGhee (including being able to jump up his fledgling Sense skill that I had been rolling at ½ value up to now up to full Reason as well as learning Inspiration (p.64 [[Secrets|http://www.rogue-games.net/1776a3]]). I am toying with letting Lizzie learn Divine Breath (p.134 [[Colonial Gothic Rulebook|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothicrulebook]]) as well.

For a nice change of pace then we ended off an evening without further casualties! The heroes are just beginning their fight against the darkness and they are just getting the hint that there are a lot more nasty things out there besides even that which they have personally experienced thus far…

Sin Eater Part 3 - The Recruitment

The further adventures of our intrepid colonial Heroes!

The session was far more role playing than roll playing this week!

We left the Heroes licking their wounds and resting up in Albany after taking a solid hammering going in blind against Livingstone Hobb.

While recuperating in Albany Harry was re-contacted by William McGhee (of the Templars). Harry was taken aside for a private meeting in which McGhee attempted to recruit him to the cause. Harry was initially sceptical and a great deal of back and forth discussion followed detailing just exactly what kind of organization McGhee belonged to. William outlined a brief history of the Order (leaving out some details) and let him know straight out that by joining the fight against Evil (with a big capital E) he would be gaining the support of the Order but would also be gaining enemies who would try to thwart the Order from it's self appointed task (i.e. the Inquisition et cetera). He made it very clear that the Papists could
not be trusted and let him know that St. Peter/Paul was part of the Evil and that they followed the teaching s of St. Augustine (except
for the parts about following the word of the Church of Rome of course) and St. James (subbed in for St. John). St. James being the brother of Jesus, therefore making the Templars more a Nazarean sect than anything else. This would also account for their hatred of the Church of Rome (Peter/Paul's church). William also let it be known that the fight against Evil took precedence over any other conflict. The potential forthcoming conflict was not their concern except where it created conditions for Evil to thrive.

Harry was okay with the basic tenants and was informed that he would be known as a Knight of the Order once he completed an initiation ritual (nothing too funky!). The Order would then do it's utmost to support his fight against Evil and in return would expect him to do the same to help any other member of the Order in need.

McGhee asked him if he would be able to recruit any of the others of the group of Heroes to the cause. Harry decided to sound them out first before really going into any detail. He did not bother trying with Dusty as he already held some very firm religious beliefs. He did talk to Sarah however, but she was not interested at this time but reserved the right to re-visit the discussion at a later date. He got a willing recruit from Alistair. He felt that he had lost everything to the Evils of the land when he lost his sons to Livingstone and his wife abandoned him. He viewed the joining of the Order as a way to get support for the revenge he wished to visit upon Hobb and so joined with Harry in undergoing the initiation rites and thus the two became Knights of the Order of the Temple.

In return for joining the Order, Harry was told of the existence of rituals that could be used in the fight against Evil. The Order trained him with the ability to Inspire those with him. McGhee also let Harry and Alistair know that the only way to truly defeat an Evil such as Livingstone was to behead him. William informed them of the Temples of Rest that exist as way points and information gathering areas for the Order. They found out that a Master (such as McGhee) ran the Temples (although that did not mean that that person was the owner - it could just as easily be the man
cleaning out the stables that was truly in charge) and a network of Knights were run from them. The Order could also be expected to help
out financially if needed in their battles against Evil. The vows of poverty and chastity are a little more flexible for the Knights than the Masters. The Knights would, at times, need to have currency in order to cover for who they might be pretending to be. At others they would require little to nothing and that was good too.

While this was happening some experience was being spent and therefore training was occurring. Dusty raised his Melee to a mighty 17, Alistair raised his Shoot to 15, Harry raised his Melee to 12 (and gained Sense from his training at half skill level (7)), and Sarah added Melee 11 (now she could be more deadly with the frying pan and the hickory axe handle she acquired).

Thus armed, and with the Heroes fully healed from their last encounter with Hobb, they set to go back and confront him once again, or at least try to pick up his trail if he had left. Everyone except Lizzie (she was not there) went along for their shot at revenge. They briefly stopped back into Fort Albert and gave their greetings to Captain Kingston before continuing on their way to the mansion in the woods where they confronted Hobb once before. This time they would go in daylight!

The group snuck their way through the woods and up to the barn. They did not enter once they heard the chittering of the Bats. They made their way over to the mansion and entered the courtyard. Leading the way were Harry and Alistair with their rifles followed by Sarah and Dusty packing his trusty axe. The large wolf with the red eyes struck the group from the back and engaged Dusty again. This time the battle went more favourably for Dusty. Although he got chewed up a bit, he managed to get in a few mighty blows and Sarah hammered into it with a few lucky shots of her own. Before the wolf was completely dispatched, it fled with Dusty and Sarah giving short chase until they realized that the wolf could
easily out pace them so they returned to the courtyard.

Back in the courtyard Harry and Alistair went to enter the mansion but the door opened before they could get to it and there stood … Howard Sikes! Their companion who went missing the last time they were here (after he died mind you…). Fear check! Dusty ran back into the courtyard just in time to see Alistair turn his musket on him and fire a round into him sending him staggering back. Sarah ducked back outside but kept here eye out for any potential second attack by the large wolf-creature. Harry shouldered his long rifle and fired a round into Howard who did not seem to notice. Fear check! Alistair calmly re-loaded as Harry pulled his travelling pistol to have a go at Howard again. Harry fired and hit Howard again to no effect and so dropped his pistol to the ground and drew his sabre. Alistair fired at Dusty again and missed so Dusty charged in and clobbered Alistair to the ground and got his trusty axe ready for combat.

Dusty charged Howard who tried to control him but failed when Dusty rolled a 3 and therefore avoided becoming Howard's second puppet of the day. Harry struck him to little effect and then Dusty swung his axe and rolled a 2! That was a hellova roll so I had Dusty almost completely separate Howard's head from his shoulders. Howard staggered back and fell and Dusty moved in to finish the job. Howard looked up and whispered to Dusty as his axe came down for the final blow "Oh God … what have I done…" The axe separated head from shoulders and the body quickly crumbled into nothing. Dusty stood staring at the (lack of) remains somewhat conflicted over just killing (or re-killing) Howard. "Have we maybe done this wrong" he wondered...

The Heroes took time to get bandaged up by Harry before going through the mansion in search of Livingstone. They failed to find him, but did come across signs of his handy work in the form of piles of animal and human bones scattered around the mansion. Harry did come across a couple of interesting titles while picking through the books that had been left behind. They included //Micrographia Restaurata// by Robert Hooke ([[Colonial Gothic: Secrets|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16690&cat=0&page=1]], page 17) and //De Confessionibus Maleficarum et Sagarum// ([[Colonial Gothic: Secrets|http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/product.php?productid=16690&cat=0&page=1]], page 14, in Latin which no one can read at this point).

Wither next our Heroes?

Running parallel between King's Highway and the Upper Road, the Fall Line Road was built in 1735 for the purpose of moving goods and people not only into Virginia’s interior, but into both the Carolina’s and Georgia. No other road is as important in the Southern Colonies that the Fall Line Road and this is due to it connecting the Carolinas to the rest of the Colonies. One of the peculiarities with North Carolina law is that it only allows for roads to be built that connect to the closest water landing. Most land routes, prior to the construction of this road, lead only to water routes. Though roads exist, they did not connect towns to each other, and a traveler would have to travel by ferry in order to continue onto to their destination. The Fall Line Road changed this and now a traveler does not need to take ferries, and instead can carry on their way undeterred.

Few ballads were published during the year 1777. One theroy for this was shared by the //New Jersey Journal// editor, when he wrote after Burgoyne's defeat: "For some reason the muse is asleep."

THE FATE OF JOHN BURGOYNE.

WHEN Jack, the King's commander,
Was going to his duty,
Through all the crowd he smil'd and bow'd,
To every blooming beauty.

The city rung with feats he'd done,
In Portugal and Flanders,
And all the town thought he'd be crown'd
The first of Alexanders.

To Hampton Court he first repairs,
To kiss great George's hand, sirs,
Then to harangue on state affairs,
Before he left the land, sirs.

The "lower house" sat mute as mouse,
To hear his grand oration;
And "all the peers" with loudest cheers,
Proclaim'd him to the nation.

Then off he went to Canada,
Next to Ticonderoga,
And quitting those, away he goes,
Straightway to Saratoga.

With great parade his march he made,
To gain his wished for station,
When far and wide his minions hied,
To spread his "Proclamation."

To such as staid he offers made,
Of "pardon on submission;
But savage bands should waste the lands
Of all in opposition."

But ah, the cruel fate of war !
This boasted son of Britain,
When mounting his triumphal car,
With sudden fear was smitten.

The sons of freedom gathered round,
His hostile bands confounded,
And when they'd fain have turn'd their back,
They found themselves surrounded!

In vain they fought, in vain they fled,
Their chief, humane and tender,
To save the rest, soon thought it best
His forces to surrender.

Brave St. Clair when he first retired,
Knew what the fates portended;
And Arnold and heroic Gates,
His conduct have defended.

Thus may America's brave sons
With honor be rewarded,
And be the fate of all her foes,
The same as here recorded.

General Burgoyne's defeat caused uneasiness in England. Parliament, after that event, sent commissioners to the Continental Congress, with proposals for a mutual adjustment of the existing difficulties. Unlike their previous statements, the tone of these proposals were conciliatory and the terms plausible. This was done so that those in the colonies, who were be coming disheartened and tired of the war, might be swayed to reconciling with England.

In response to this Congress immediately published an address, where they fully exposed the plans of the royal commissioners; and, at the same time, encouraged the patriots with the brightest prospect of success, in the final establishment of their liberty and independence. This address had the desired effect. The people resolved not to be deceived. The following ballad appeared before the royal commissioners returned to England, in a double-columned sheet, adapted to the tune, //A late worthy old Lion//.

''A NEW SONG''

WEST of the old Atlantic, firm Liberty stands
Hov'ring Fame just alighted, supported by bands
Of natives free born, who loud echoing sing,
"We'll support our just rights 'gainst tyrannic kings!"
Caral-laddy caral-laddy, &c.

George the Third she disowns and his proud lordly cheats,
His murdering legions and half-famish'd fleets;
To the Jerseys sneak'd off, with fear quite dismay'd,
Although they much boasted, that fighting's their trade.

Our just rights to assert, hath the Congress oft tried,
Whose wisdom and strength our opponents deride,
And still madly in rage their weak thunders are hurl'd,
To bring us on our knees and to bully the world.

Too haughty to yield, yet too weak to withstand,
They skulk to their ships and leave us the firm land;
In dread lest they share what Jack Burgoyne did feel,
And the game be quite lost, as poor Jack had lost deal.

Jack, thinking of cribbage, all fours, or of put,
With a dexterous hand, he did shuffle and cut,
And when likely to lose like a sharper they say --
Did attempt to renege I mean, run away.

But watch'd so closely, he could not play booty,
Yet to cheat he fain would, for George -- 'twas his duty;
A great bet depending on that single game;
Dominion and honor -- destruction and shame.

Examin'd with care his most critical hand,
At a loss, if better to beg or to stand,
His tricks reckon'd up; for all sharpers can jangle ;
Then kick'd up a dust, for his favorite wrangle.

'Twas diamond cut diamond, spades were of no use,
But to dig up the way for surrender and truce;
For he dreaded the hand that dealt out such thumps;
As the hearts were run out, and clubs were then trumps.

Thus he met with the rubbers, as the game it turn d out,
Poor Jack, although beat, made a damnable rout,
Complain'd he was cheated, and pompously talks;
Quit the game with a curse, while he rubb'd out the chalks.

But see a cloud burst, and a seraph appears,
Loud trumpeting peace, while in blood to their ears,
With bulls and with pardons for us on submission;
To bull us, and gull us, by their sham commission.

The haughty great George then to peace is now prone;
A bully when matched soon can alter his tone;
'Tis the act of a Briton to bluster and threaten;
Hangs his tail like a spaniel, when handsomely beaten.

Charge your glasses lip high, to brave Washington sing,
To the union so glorious the whole world shall ring;
May their councils in wisdom and valor unite,
And the men ne'er be wrong, who yet so far are right.

The great Doctor Franklin the next glass must claim,
Whose electrical rod strikes terror and shame;
Like Moses, who caused Pharaoh's heart-strings to grumble,
Shock'd George on his throne, his magicians made humble.

To Gates and to Arnold, with bumpers we ll join,
And to all our brave troops who took gambling Burgoyne.
May their luck still increase, as they've turn'd up one Jack,
To cut and turn up all the knaves in the pack.

A GENTLE SHEPHERD that's his proper name
Retired to Stow, far distant from the Thame ;
Where dancing fishes in the basin play'd,
And crowded columns forin'd a marble shade :
There, while he mourn'd by streams that never flow,
The statues round a dumb compassion show ;
The worthies listen'd in each sculptur'd hall ;
My Lord, consenting, sat and heard it all.

Ye stubborn York, ye fierce New England crew,
Free from Excise, but not from Customs too,
To you I mourn, nor to the deaf I sing,
Your woods shall answer, and your cities ring.
Quebec and G-eorgia, my stamp duties pay ;
Why are you prouder, and more hard than they ?
The gay Creoles, with my new tax agree,
They parch'd by heat, and I inflam'd by thee;
The sultry Sirius burns their sugar-canes,
While in thy heart a wholesome winter reigns.

Where stray ye, members, in what lane or grove,
While to enforce the act I hopeless move ?
In those fair rooms where Koyal G---- resides,
Or where the CockpitWmple hall divides,
As in the gilded sconce I view my face,
No rising blushes stain the faithful glass ;
But since my figure pleases there no more,
I shun the levee which I sought before.
Once I was skill'd in every fund that went,
From India bonds to humble cent per cent.
Ah, Gentle Shepherd, what avails thy skill
To frame a tax for D----w----11 to repeal ?

Let ---- proud preside at C----1 B----d,
Or wily H----1----d still desire to hoard ;
But in the Treasury let me spend //my// days,
And load the sinking fund a thousand ways.
That wand was mine, which B----, with panting breath,
Into iny hands, resigning, did bequeath :
He said, G---- G----v----le, take this rod, the same
That to the cider counties taught my name;
But E, k ham may sway the wand for me,
Since I'm despised and disgrac'd by thee.
Oh ! were I made, by some transforming power,
The smooth-tongued P---- that speaks in yonder bower,
Then might my voice the listening ears employ,
And I, the pension he receives, enjoy.

And yet my speeches pleased the Tory throng,
Rough R----gby grinn'd, and N----l----n prais'd my song ;
The Cits, while Bow church bells forgot to ring,
In milk white wigs, their kind addresses bring.
But their addresses are preferred in vain,
On P----t their thanks are now bestow'd again :
For him the richest boxes are designed,
And in one parchment all their freedom's join'd.
Accept their wreaths, allow your partners none,
Claim all their praise as due to you alone.

See what strange things in the repeal appear ;
Discordant Earls have form'd a union here :
In opposition B---- and T----p----e join,
And wicked Twitcher2 with good ----.
Come, matchless Jemmy ! bless the cool retreats,
When Peers from voting quit their scarlet seats ;
When weary Commons leave the sultry town,
And, drown'd with debts, to finger rents go down.
This harmless grove no lurking bailiff hides,
But in my breast the serpent //rage// abides.
Oh, how I long with you to pass my days,
Drink our own healths, and sound each other's praise ;
Your praise the press shall bear through all the town,
And evening posts from London waft it down :
But would you write, and rival Anti's strain,
The wondering mob his lies would read again ;
The moving carman hear the powerful call,
And pots of beer hang listening in their fall

But see, the ladies shun the noontide air,
And hungry Lords to dinner fast repair :
At table all to places fix'd resort
Ye gods, and is there then no place at court ?
But soon the sun with milder rays descends
To western climes, where my stamp duty ends :
On my poor effigy
By night they burn me, as they hang by day.

''THE HEADS: OR THE YEAR'' 

YE wrong heads, and strong heads attend to my strains; 
Ye clear heads, and queer heads, and heads without brains; 
Ye thick skulls, and quick skulls, and heads great and small; 
And ye heads that aspire to be heads over all. 
Derry down, down, hey derry down. 

Ye ladies -- I would not offend for the world, 
Whose bright heads, and light heads, are feather'd and curl'd; 
The mighty dimensions dame Nature surprise, 
To find she d so grossly mistaken the size. 

And ye petit-maitres, your heads I might spare, 
Eucumber'd with -- nothing but powder and hair; 
Who vainly disgrace the true monkey race, 
By transplanting the tail from its own native place. 

Enough might be said, durst I venture my rhymes, 
On crown d heads, and round heads, of these modern times; 
This slippery path let me cautiously tread --
The neck else may answer, perhaps, for the head. 

The heads of the church, and the heads of the state, 
Have taught much, and wrought much, -- too much to repeat; 
On the neck of corruption uplifted, 'tis said, 
Some rulers, alas ! are too high by the head. 

Ye schemers and dreamers of politic things, 
Projecting the downfall of kingdoms and kings ; 
Can your wisdom declare how this body is fed, 
When the members rebel and wage war with the head? 

Expounders, confounders, and heads of the law, 
I bring case in point, do not point out a flaw; 
If reason is treason, what plea shall I plead? 
To your chief I appeal -- for your chief has a head. 

On Britannia's bosom sweet Liberty smil'd, 
The parent grew strong while she foster d the child, 
Neglecting her offspring, a fever she bred, 
Which contracted her limbs, and distracted her head. 

Ye learned state doctors, your labors are vain, 
Proceeding by bleeding to settle her brain; 
Much less can your art the lost members restore, 
Amputation must follow -- perhaps something more. 

Pale Goddess of Whim ! when with cheeks lean or full, 
Thy influence seizes an Englishman s skull, 
He blunders, yet wonders his schemes ever fail, 
Tho often mistaking the head for the tail. 
Derry down. down, hey derry down.

As Mars, great god of battles ! lay, 
In dalliance soft and amorous play, 
On fair Bellona's breast ; 
Surpris'd he rear d his hoary head, 
The conscious goddess shook with dread, 
And all her fears confess'd. 

Loud thunder roll'd through Heaven's domain, 
The ethereal world was wrapt in name. 
The god amazed spoke : 
Go forth, ye powers, and make it known, 
Who dares thus boldly shake my throne, 
And fill my realms with smoke. 

The gods, obsequious to his word, 
Sprang swiftly forth t' obey their lord, 
And saw two hosts away; 
The one, great Washington, was thine; 
The other, Howe's disordered line, 
In sorrow and dismay. 

Appall'd they view'd Columbia's sons, 
Deal death and slaughter from their guns, 
And strike a dreadful blow, 
Which made ill-fated British slaves, 
On distant shores to find their graves, 
And sink to shades below. 

Amaz'd they tell of battles won, 
That Britain s ruiu'd; Washington 
Alone triumphant rode; 
Ha ! cries the fair, pray who is he 
That dare's reverse e'en Jove's decree, 
And thus insult a god? 

The gods reply, in yonder lands, 
Great Liberty alone commands, 
And gives the hero force; 
And when his thundering cannon roar, 
And strike with dread earth's distant shore, 
'Tis she directs their course. 

And when her winged bullets tly, 
To check a tyrant's treachery, 
And lay his glories low; 
Then Washington serenely great, 
Tho' death and carnage round him wait, 
Performs the dreadful blow. 

The god with wonder heard the story, 
Astonish'd view'd Columbia s glory, 
Which time can ne'er subdue. 
Great Warren's deeds, and Gates's fame, 
Join'd to great Lee's immortal name ; 
And cried, Can this be true? 

Britain shall cease to plague mankind, 
With sister tyrants strive to bind. 
And check the free-born soul; 
To Washington her trophies yield, 
Freedom shall triumph in the field, 
And rule from pole to pole.

With a distance of 1300 miles, and connecting Boston, Massachusetts to Charleston, South Carolina, the King’s Highway is the major overland route connecting New England to the Middle Colonies, the Middle Colonies to the Southern Colonies. A traveler with enough time is able to make the journey in two months time. Aiding this travel, taverns are spread 25-miles apart which makes the journey at least a little comfortable. The road dates back to 1673 when King Charles wanted his colonies to be able to communicate with each other more effectively. The first leg of the road is the Boston Post Road, and by 1750 construction was completed making coach and wagon traffic possible between all Thirteen Colonies. With the revolution under way, this road has become extremely important to the colonies in coordinating with each other in the war effort. Showing their displeasure and anger toward Britain, numerous colonists refer to the road as either the Boston Post Road, or the Continental Highway. With the British blocking the colonies’ major ports, this road is even more important for the moving of goods making traffic on the road even heavier.

New England has more crossing across it’s’ expanse due to the number of towns and cities found here. These roads are heavily used and move numerous goods as well as people. In the south, which does not have as many large cities, the road network is not that great. Because of this, water transportation is more common, be it by river or coastal boats. With the increased English presence, water travel along the coast is becoming dangerous.

Many of the towns in the colonies have no roads connecting them to each other. Instead, travelers depended on exiting Indian trials when making journeys. Not only do people rely on these trials to travel to settlements, but commerce depends on these trails to move goods to market. Prior to the outbreak of the French and Indian War, strings of pack horses loaded with grain, furs, and other goods, were a common site making their way from the frontier, to the major markets. Following the Indian Trails, the pack horses make their way through mountain passes, and forests, braving dangers. It was not until the French and Indian War that more roads were constructed for use of moving troops and equipment from one battle to another.

The best roads in the colonies are located in Pennsylvania, and all roads lead to Philadelphia, as a common colonial phrase goes. These roads are busy year round, and move not only people to the heart of the colonies, but goods as well. It is recently (1766) that a regular stagecoach line became available between New York and Philadelphia. Currently it takes only two days for a person to travel between New York and Philadelphia by stagecoach.
!!Road Details
*[[The Boston Post Road]]
*[[Braddock’s Road]]
*[[The Conestoga Road and Forbes’ Road]]
*[[The Fall Line Road]]
*[[The King’s Highway]]
*[[The Mohawk Trail]]

Located in New York, the Mohawk Trail connects Albany to Lake Erie’s eastern banks. Traveling north, the road cuts through the Appalachian Mountains, where it exits the Hudson Valley and follow along the Mohawk River. At the end of the French and Indian War, this route became important for the colonies, in that it allows for furs and other commodities from the Great Lakes to travel south, and English goods to travel north. The Mohawk Trail has always been dangerous and this is due to the Iroquois, who control the land the road cuts through. This trail was once one of the Iroquois major trails, a they are angry over the Colonists taking it for themselves. Raiding parties favor this road and prey on travelers as well as unprotected merchant wagons. With the revolution currently underway, the Continental Army, and local militias, is strengthening their presence here. Not only are they building forts, but they are now regularly patrolling it. With Britain in control of Canada, the fear is that Britain can use this road to move troops into the interior and then push east.

THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

GOODY BULL and her daughter together fell out,
Both squabbled, and wrangled, and made a -- rout,
But the cause of the quarrel remains to be told,
Then lend both your ears, and a tale I'll unfold.

The old lady, it seems, took a freak in her head,
That her daughter, grown woman, might earn her own bread :
Self-applauding her scheme, she was ready to dance ;
But we're often too sanguine in what we advance.

For mark the event ; thus by fortune we're crossed,
Nor should people reckon without their good host ;
The daughter was sulky, and wouldn't come to,
And pray, what in this case could the old woman do?

In vain did the matron hold forth in the cause,
That the young one was able ; her duty, the laws ;
Ingratitude vile, disobedience far worse ;
But she might e'en as well sung psalms to a horse.

Young, froward, and sullen, and vain of her beauty,
She tartly replied, that she knew well her duty,
That other folks' children were kept by their friends,
And that some folks loved people but for their own ends.

Zounds, neighbor ! quoth Pitt, what the devil's the matter?
A man cannot rest in his house for your clatter ;
Alas ! cries the daughter, here's dainty fine work,
The old woman grown harder than Jew or than Turk.

She be -- , says the farmer, and to her he goes,
First roars in her ears, then tweaks her old nose,
Hallo, Goody, what ails you ? Wake ! woman, I say ;
I am come to make peace, in this desperate fray.
Adzooks, ope thine eyes, what a pother is here !

You've no right to compel her, you have not, I swear ;
Be ruled by your friends, kneel down and ask pardon,
You'd be sorry, I'm sure, should she walk Covent Garden.

Alas ! cries the old woman, and must I comply ?
But I'd rather submit than the huzzy should die ;
Pooh, prithee be quiet, be friends and agree,
You must surely be right, //if you're guided by me//.

Unwillingly awkward, the mother knelt down,
While the absolute farmer went on with a frown,
Come, kiss the poor child, there come, kiss and be friends!
There, kiss your poor daughter, and make her amends.

No thanks to you, mother ; the daughter replied :
But thanks to my friend here, I've humbled your pride.

''Note:'' The ballad originally was published in the //Gentleman's Magazine// and was titled //The World Turned Upside Down, or, The Old Woman Taught Wisdom//.

''THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW''

WHAT though last year be past and gone, 
	Why should we grieve or mourn about it? 
As good a year is now begun, 
	And better too, let no one doubt it. 
		"Tis New-Year's morn; why should we part! 
			Why not enjoy what heaven has sent us? 
		Let wine expand the social heart, 
			Let friends, and mirth, and wine content us. 

War's rude alarms disturb'd last year; 
	Our country bled and wept around us; 
But this each honest heart shall cheer. 
	And peace and plenty shall surround us. 

Last year king Congo, through the land, 
	Display'd his thirteen stripes to fright us; 
But George's power, in Clinton's hand, 
	In this new year shall surely right us. 

Last year saw many honest men, 
	Torn from each dear and sweet connection, 
But this shall see them home again, 
	And happy in their king s protection. 

Last year vain Frenchmen brav'd our coasts, 
	And baffled Howe, and scap'd from Byron ; 
But this shall bring their vanquish'd hosts, 
	To crouch beneath the British Lion. 

Last year rebellion proudly stood, 
	Elate, in her meridian glory; 
But this shall quench her pride in blood; 
	George will avenge each martyr'd tory. 

Then bring us wine, full bumpers bring; 
	Hail this new year in joyful chorus ; 
God bless great George, our gracious king, 
	And crush rebellion down before us.

This song first appeared in the //Boston Gazette// on September 26, 1768. Included was the following note:

"Last Tuesday, the following song made its appearance from a garret at Castle William."

The author of //The Parody// is unknown.

COME shake your dull noddles, ye pumpkins, and bawl,
And own that you re mad at fair Liberty's call;
No scandalous conduct can add to your shame,
Condemn'd to dishonor, inherit the fame.

In folly you're born, and in folly you'll live,
To madness still ready,
And stupidly steady,
Not as men, but as monkeys, the tokens you give.

Your grandsire, old Satan, now give him a cheer,
Would act like yourselves, and as wildly would steer :
So great an example in prospect still keep,
Whilst you are alive, Old Belza may sleep.

Such villains, such rascals, all dangers despise,
And stick not at mobbing when mischief s the prize ;
They burst thro' all barriers, and piously keep
Such chattels and goods the vile rascals can sweep.

The Tree, which the wisdom of justice hath rear'd,
Should be stout for their use, and by no means be spar'd
When fuddled with rum the mad sots to restrain,
Sure Tyburn will sober the wretches again.

Your brats and your bunters by no means forget,
But feather your nests, for they re bare enough yet ;
From the insolent rich sure the poor knave may steal,
Who ne'er in his life knew the scent of a meal.

When in your own cellars you've quaff'd a regale,
Then drive, tug and -- , the next house to assail;
For short is your harvest, nor long shall you know
The pleasure of reaping what other men sow.

//Then// plunder, my lads, for when red coats appear,
You'll melt like the locust when winter is near 5
Gold vainly will glow, silver vainly will shine,
But, faith, you must skulk, you no more shall purloin.

Then nod your poor numskulls, ye pumpkins, and bawl,
The de'il take such rascals, fools, whoresons and all ;
Your cursed old trade of purloining must cease,
Tiie dread and the curse of all order and peace.

All ages shall speak with contempt and amaze,
Of the vilest banditti that swarm'd in these days;
In defiance of halters, of whips and of chains,
The rogues would run riot, -- fools for their pains.

Gulp down your last dram, for the gallows now groans,
And, over depress'd, her lost empire bemoans ;
While we quite transported and happy shall be,
From mobs, knaves and villains, protected and free.

WE are the troop that ne'er will stoop, 
To wretched slavery, 
Nor shall our seed, by our base deed 
Despised vassals be; 
Freedom we will bequeathe to them, 
Or we will bravely die; 
Our greatest foe, ere long shall know, 
How much did Sandwich lie. 
And all the world shall know, 
Americans are free; 
Nor slaves nor cowards we will prove. 
Great Britain soon shall see. 
We'll not give up our birthright, 
Our foes shall find us men; 
As good as they, in any shape, 
The British troops shall ken. 
Huzza ! brave boys, we'll beat them 
On any hostile plain; 
For freedom, wives, and children dear, 
The battle we'll maintain. 

What! can those British tyrants think, 
Our fathers cross'd the main, 
And savage foes, and dangers met, 
To be enslav'd by them? 
If so, they are mistaken, 
For we will rather die; 
And since they have become our foes, 
Their forces we defy. 
And all the world shall know, 
Americans are free, 
Nor slaves nor cowards we will prove, 
Great Britain soon shall see.

This firsty appeared in the ''New Hampshire Gazette,'' with the following printer's note: " By inserting this in your next paper, you will oblige one of your country subscribers."

THE PRESENT AGE.

OF all the ages ever known,
The present is the oddest;
For all the men are honest grown,
And all the women modest.

Nor lawyers now are fond of fees,
Nor clergy of their dues;
No idle people now one sees,
At church no empty pews.

No courtiers now their friends deceive
With promises of favor ;
For what they made 'em once believe,
Is done and done for ever.

Our nobles -- Heaven defend us all !
I'll nothing say about em;
For they are great and I m but small,
So muse, jog on without 'em.

Our gentry are a virtuous race,
Despising earthly treasures ;
Fond of true honor's noble chase,
And quite averse to pleasures.

The ladies dress so plain indeed,
You'd think 'em Quakers all,
Witness the wool packs on their heads,
So comely and so small.

No tradesman now forsakes his shop,
For politics or news;
Or takes his dealer at a hop,
Through interested views.

No soaking sot forsakes his spouse,
For mugs of mantling nappy;
Nor taverns tempt him from his house,
Where all are pleas'd and happy .

Our frugal taste the State secures,
Whence then can woes begin?
For luxury's turn'd out of doors,
And prudence taken in.

From hence proceeds th' abundant flow,
Of plenty through the land;
Where all provisions all men know,
Are cheap on ev'ry hand.

No pleasure-chaises fill the streets,
Nor crowd the roads on Sunday
So horses ambling thro' the week,
Obtain a respite one day.

All gaming, tricking, swearing, lying,
Is grown quite out of fashion;
For modern youth's so self-denying,
It flies all lawless passion.

Happy the nation thus endow'd!
So void of wants and crimes;
Where all are rich and none are proud,
Oh! these are glorious times.

Your characters (with wondering stare
Cries Tom) are mighty high, sir;
But pray forgive me, if I swear,
I think they re all a lie, sir.

Ha ! think you so, my honest clown?
Then take another light on't;
Just turn the picture upside down,
I fear you ll see the right on't.

The following lines appeared in the early part of 1777, with this introduction. " As the superstition and weakness of human nature is such, that sometimes the most trivial circumstance ; or grossest absurdity is attended with serious consequences, we acquaint the timid and credulous, that characters inscribed on adamant are much more durable than when wrote only on an egg-shell. And also in form the public, that about the time the prophetic egg was laid in the town of Plymouth, with this wonderful prediction wrote on its shell, "//Oh, oh, America, Howe shall be thy conqueror,//" a hermit, resembling the Genius of America, who had resided in a certain forest from the first settlement of the country, found the following lines inscribed on a fragment of marble near his cave, visited by the curious from all parts of Europe, for the remarkable echo, which oft 
reverberated in loud peals, heard beyond the Atlantic." 

''ANOTHER PROPHECY'' 

BRITANNIA sinks beneath her crimes, 
She dies -- she dies -- let empire rise, 
And freedom cheer the western skies. 

When every art and menace fails, 
And Tory lies and Tory tales, 
Are universally abhorr'd, 
They now pretend to fear the Lord. 
Instead of virtue, a long face; 
Instead of piety, grimace; 
Pretend strange revelation given, 
Arid intimation sent from Heaven. 

To carry on the schemes of Bute, 
A speaking egg they substitute. 
A strange phenomenon indeed, 
The stratagem must sure succeed; 
And every mortal die with fear, 
When they the sad prediction hear. 

The egg was laid without the tent, 
Ergo, it was from Heaven sent. 
The egg was found within a barn, 
Ergo, from it, we surely learn, 
When eggs can speak what fools indite, 
And hens can talk as well as write, 
When crocodiles shed honest tears, 
And truth with hypocrites appears; 
When every man becomes a knave, 
And feels the spirit of the slave; 
And when veracity again, 
Shall in a Tory's bosom reign; 
When vice is virtue, darkness light, 
And freemen are afraid to fight; 
When they forget to play the men, 
And with the spirit of a hen, 
Desert the just and sacred cause; 
And opening Heaven smiles applause 
On such a bloody, barbarous foe, 
Then I'll be conquered by a Howe.

This song was written by Capt. Smyth, who was an officer in Simcoe's Queen's Rangers. He wrote a number of songs, and this one appeared in the //Pennsylvania Ledger//.

''THE REBELS''

YE brave, honest subjects, who dare to be loyal,
And have stood the brunt of every trial,
Of hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns:
Come listen awhile, and I'll sing you a song;
I'll show you, those Yankees are all in the wrong,
Who, with blustering look and most awkward gait,
'Gainst their lawful sovereign dare for to prate,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.

The arch-rebels, barefooted tatterdemalions,
In baseness exceed all other rebellions,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.
To rend the empire, the most infamous lies,
Their mock-patriot Congress, do always devise;
Independence, like the first of rebels, they claim,
But their plots will be danm'd in the annals of fame,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.

Forgetting the mercies of Great Britain s king,
Who saved their forefathers necks from the string;
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.
They renounce allegiance and take up their arms,
Assemble together like hornets in swarms,
So dirty their backs, and so wretched their show,
That carrion-crow follows wherever they go,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.

With loud peals of laughter, your sides, sirs, would crack.
To see General Convict and Colonel Shoe-black,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.
See cobblers and quacks, rebel priests and the like,
Pettifoggers and barbers, with sword and with pike,
All strutting, the standard of Satan beside,
And honest names using, their black deeds to hide.
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.

This perjured banditti, now ruin this land,
And o er its poor people claim lawless command,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.
Their pasteboard dollars, prove a common curse,
They don t chink like silver and gold in our purse;
With nothing their leaders have paid their debts off,
Their honor s, dishonor, and justice they scoff,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.

For one lawful ruler, many tyrants we've got,
Who force young and old to their wars, to be shot,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.
Our good king, G-od speed him ! never used men so,
We then could speak, act, and like freemen could go;
But committees enslave us, our Liberty's gone,
Our trade and church inurder'd ; our country's undone,
By hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.

Come take up your glasses, each true loyal heart,
And may every rebel meet his due desert,
With his hunting-shirt, and rifle-gun.
May Congress, Conventions, those damn d inquisitions,
Be fed with hot sulphur, from Lucifer's kitchens,
May commerce and peace again be restored,
And Americans own their true sovereign lord.
Then oblivion to shirts, and rifle-guns.
God save the King.

This satire first appeared in London, whose author was "A true friend of the King and the Colonies." It was reproduced in
America, in 1779, on a music sheet, adapted to the tune //Yankee Doodle//.

''THE RECESS.''

AND now our Senators are gone
To take their leave of London,
To mourn how little they have done,
How much they have left undone !

Heaven bless 'em in their summer seats,
And grant their neighbors stare at
The long recounting of their feats,
Though wond'ring much what they're at !

Bless'd be the times when men may do,
What no one comprehendeth ;
May boast of deeds that all must rue,
Nor judge where nonsense endeth !

One year, with half ten thousand men,
We swallow all our foes up ;
The next, the times are turn'd, and then
Old England's scale light goes up.

But still with courage and with glee,
New laws we must be framing ;
With paper and with parchment, we
The savages are taming.

We swear the transatlantic folks
Shall all obey our orders ;
While they turn all we do to jokes,
And cry out, "guard your borders."

Well, then, we'll go to war with France --
Yes -- no -- we must -- we mustn't ;
John Bull shall teach Monsieur to dance --
But can't -- and there s the curse on't.

What's to be done ? -- we'll end the jar --
But how ? -- Ah ! there's the devil --
'Tis easier to provoke a war
By far, than cure the evil.

We trust you ll nearer hit the point
When you shall meet next winter ;
And if you cannot set the joint,
Be sure reduce the splinter.

''THE SOLDIER AT HOME''

FROM noise of camps once more I come, 
To snatch from care a short repose ; 
All hail thou tranquil much lov'd home, 
That war nor dread misfortune knows. 

Thus, far remov'd from hostile bands, 
May'st thou heart-pleasing home remain ; 
Curs'd be the murderous foreign hands 
That dare with blood thy bosom stain. 

Oh haste, ye generous few I love, 
Again in social converse join; 
With me the sweets of friendship prove, 
And to the winds your cares resign. 

But oh ! to recollect how soon 
The period comes that bids me hence ; 
A sadd'ning momentary gloom 
Steals half my joys, and clouds my sense. 

But why indulge that care-mix'd thought ? 
The happy day may yet arrive, 
When tyranny shall fall to nought, 
And liberty alone survive. 

Then with my friends in jocund mood, 
I'll tell what dangers have been mine ; 
And how Americans have stood 
At Germantown and Brandywine. 

Here we'll remember martial Gates, 
He taught the proud Burgoyne to yield ; 
Who frowning at his adverse fates, 
Surrender'd on the well fought field. 

Then each gay friend shall swell the tale, 
With hardy deeds of bold emprise ; 
Again he sees our arms prevail, 
And long-lost ardors now arise. 

Here Howe, says he, (and marks the track,) 
The British troops did proudly form ; 
And here with adverse lines compact, 
Brave Washington did swell the storm. 

'Twas here I was, and points the spot, 
(As he had traced on the ground,) 
What bursts of thunder, showers of shot, 
Yet there great Washington was found. 

At Monmouth's plains, where Lee retreated, 
Great Washington did then push on ; 
Sir Harry's chosen troops defeated, 
Then laugh'd his tyranny to scorn. 

These happy days are yet to come, 
Then why repine at such a fate ; 
Bear well the woe that is your doom, 
And joy can never come too late.

//The Sworn Book of Honorius//, by Honorius, pre-13th Century, Latin (Time to Read:24)

This medieval grimoire is one of the oldest existing books on magic and has seen a number of translations. It was once in the library of the mage, John Dee. It contains information on the summoning of demons and other magical operations. It provides a bonus or experience for summoning spells and Lore Tests.

Numerous songs, bearing this title, were produced during the Revolution. This one was originally published as a broadside, early in 1776. At a later period, it appeared in a music-sheet, adapted to the //Tune of the sweepe : Though I sweep to and fro//.

MY muse, now thy aid and assistance we claim,
Whilst freedom, dear freedom, affords us a theme,
Invok'd, be propitious, nor madly forbear,
When a theme that s so sacred should ring far and near.
Oh ! let freedom, and friendship, for ever remain,
Nor that rascal draw breath, who would forge us a chain.

As our fathers have fought, and our grandfathers bled,
And many a hero now sleeps with the dead ;
Let us nobly defend, what they bravely maintain'd,
Nor suffer our sons to be fetter d and chain'd.

The lion, the wolf, and the tiger may prey,
Each beast of the forest, though worse still than they,
May be brought as examples, yet where can we find
One so cruel, as sporting to kill their own kind.

Yet Briton's beware of the curse you maintain,
Your sons and your offspring we all still remain;
Behold the most savage, and there you may see,
Their offspring more tenderly treated than we.

Though our foes may look on, and our friends may admire,
How a BUTE or a NORTH, should set nations on fire,
Yet Satan, when suffer d his madness to vent,
In meanest of mansions sure pitches his tent.

Shall freedom, that blessing sent down from above,
A manifest mark of God's wonderful love,
Be left at his will, who delights to annoy,
Whose pleasure is nought but to kill and destroy?

Forbid it, ye gods, who preside o'er the land!
Forbid it, ye genii, who rule with the wand!
Forbid it, ye heroes, whoever draws breath!
Nor dread, in the combat, to rush upon death.

May our King be as wise as we mortals expect;
Each rascal from council then boldly eject;
May his life be as good, and his reign be as great,
As ever was Solomon's wonderful state.

Then curs'd be the foes of our birthright so dear,
May they never find comfort or happiness here!
But vagabond-like, o'er the earth may they stray,
Unshelter d by night, and unfed through the day.

Let singular blessings America crown;
May the Congress be blest with immortal renown;
Each colony live in true sisterly peace,
Whilst harmony, honor, and riches increase.

Oh ! let freedom and friendship for ever remain,
Nor that rascal draw breath, who would forge us a chain.

The following is a poetical note by the author of the song, 

>"Five refugees ('tis true) were found, 
>Stiff on the block-house floor; 
>But then 'tis thought the shot went round, 
>And in at the back door."

From [[An Appeal, 1780]]

//These robbers are all protected by Rome//. 

The loyal writers used every effort to frighten the patriots into a return to their allegiance  to the king of Great Britain. Among these, they pictured the supremacy of the Pope as a sure consequence upon the success of the French in America, and invented many absurd stories about the 
"inevitable destruction of life, liberty and property, that must ensue if the rebel Congress should have its sway." 

The following appeared in //Rivington's Gazette//: 

"The clergy and selectmen of Boston paraded through the streets after a crucifix, and joined in a procession in praying for a departed soul out of purgatory ; and for this, they gave the example of Congress, and other American leaders, on a former occasion at Philadelphia, some of whom in the height of their zeal, even went so far as to sprinkle themselves with what they call holy water." 

At another tune Rivington published : 

"On the receipt of the last manifesto from the English commissioners, one of the Congress had the resolution to make the following short speech : I have listened to this manifesto with great attention, and am not ashamed to acknowledge that it breathes a spirit of candor and resolution by 
which I am considerably influenced. No man in this august assembly will dare to express a doubt of my sincere attachment to the true interest of my country. I am convinced that the interest of America is inseparable from that of Britain, and that our alliance with France is unnatural, unprofitable, and absurd. I therefore move that this phantom of Independence may be given up. 

"He had hardly uttered the words before the president sent a messenger to fetch the Polish Count Pulaski, who happened to be exercising a part of his legion in the court-yard below. The Count flew to the chamber where the Congress sat, and with his sabre in an instant severed from his body the head of this honest delegate. The head was ordered by the Congress to be fixed on the top of the liberty pole of Philadelphia, as a perpetual monument of the freedom of debate in the Continental Congress of the United States of America." 

-- Frank Moore, //Songs and Ballads of the American Revolution//.

|Might|13|Nimble|13|Vigor|11|
|Reason|10|Resolution|9|Actions|1|
|Faith|5|Sanity|46|Vitality|58|
!!Skills
Profession—Tracking [13], Shoot [13], Survival [14]
!!Gear
Musket, Knife, Tomahawk, Wool pants, Linen shirt, Leather moccasins, Hunter's bag
!!Background
Thomas has been with the English Army since he was twelve, when he was pressed into services as a drummer. In the Army, Thomas' knack for the outdoors caught the attention of Major Reginald Aberdeen, who was in charge of the King's Black Guard. 

The Guard is a special unit, one that trains in the arts of survival, as well as train to fight the threats others are unable to deal with. Thomas saw a lot of combat, but it was during the French Indian War, that his contact with the evil, began to take a toll.

When the war was over, Thomas returned to England to train the next soldiers and scout of the Guard. Away from the evil lurking in the Colonies, the evil still lurked in the heart of Thomas. Now with the Colonies in revolt, Thomas is about to return, to embrace the evil again, and let the evil lurking in his heart, out.

Shortly after the battle of Breed's Hill, the following epigram appeared on a large handbill : 

''The modern veni, vidi, vici.'' 

We came, we saw, but could not beat, 
And so -- sounded a retreat; 
On Roxbury Hill again we saw 'em, 
And did, like devils, clapper-claw 'em; 
But warlike casuists can't discuss, 
If we beat them, or they beat us; 
We swear we beat, they swear we lie,, 
We'll tell you more on't bye and bye.

The following is taken from the //Craftsman, or Say's British Journal//. American newspapers, both loyal and [[Whig]], republished them. 

''TO BRITAIN''

BLUSH Britain ! blush at thy inglorious war, 
This civil contest, this ignoble jar; 
Think how unjustly you've begun the fray, 
With cruel measures rous'd America. 

To arms: each swain must leave the peaceful field, 
And 'gainst his brethren lift the sword and shield. 
Their spacious commerce, now in ruin lies, 
And thro' their land the hostile standard flies. 

Britain, what laurel canst thou hope to gain? 
Can any action give a hero fame? 
In brother s blood our soldiers hands imbru'd, 
And barb'rous hostiles by our chiefs pursu'd. 

Afflicting Britain, thus to spoil thy name, 
Defeat's a scandal, conquest but a shame. 
Our senators all lost in dire excess, 
Lovers of pleasure, luxury, and dress. 

Almighty ruler, stretch thy potent hand, 
And o'er Britannia wave the olive wand; 
Preserve our nation from th' impending fate, 
Drive clouds of Scotchmen from the British state ; 
Fair peace descend, with all thy prosp'rous train, 
And spread thy blessings o'er our spacious plain.

This appeared in the //Boston News Letter// and the writer is not known.

''To Our Ladies''

YOUNG ladies in town, and those that live round, 
Let a friend at this season advise you ; 
Since money's so scarce, and times growing worse, 
Strange things may soon hap and surprise you. 

First, then, throw aside your topknots of pride ; 
Wear none but your own country linen ; 
Of economy boast, let your pride be the most 
To show clothes of your own make and spinning.

What if homespun they say is not quite so gay 
As brocades, yet be not in a passion, 
For when once it is known this is much worn in town, 
One and all will cry out -- 'Tis the fashion ! 

And, as one, all agree, that you ll not married be 
To such as will wear London factory, 
But at first sight refuse, tell em such you will choose 
As encourage our own manufactory. 

No more ribbons wear, nor in rich silks appear ; 
Love your country much better than fine things ; 
Begin without passion, twill soon be the fashion 
To grace your smooth locks with a twine string. 

Throw aside your Bohea, and your Green Hyson tea, 
And all things with a new-fashion duty ; 
Procure a good store of the choice Labrador, 
For there'll soon be enough here to suit you. 

These do without fear, and to all you ll appear, 
Fair, charming, true, lovely and clever ; 
Though the times remain darkish, young men may sparkish, 
And love you much stronger than ever. 

Then make yourselves easy, for no one will teaze ye. 
Nor //tax// you, if chancing to sneer 
At the sense-ridden tools, who think us all fools ; 
But they'll find the reverse far and near.

''FROM THE BRITISH LIGHT INFANTRY,'' 

GREAT Washington, thou mighty son of Mars, 
Thou thund'ring hero of the rebel wars! 
Accept our thanks for all thy favors past; 
Our special thanks await thee for the last. 

Thy proclamation, timely to command 
The cattle to be fatten'd round the land, 
Bespeaks thy generosity, and shows 
A charity that reaches to thy foes! 

And was this order issued for our sakes, 
To treat us with roast beef and savory steaks? 
Or was it for thy rebel train intended? 
Grive 'em the hides, and let their shoes be mended; 

Tho' shoes are what they seldom wear of late; 
'Twould load their nimble feet with too much weight! 
And for the beef -- there needs no puffs about it; 
In short, they must content themselves without it. 

We, to reward you for your care and pains, 
Will visit soon your crowded stalls and plains; 
And for your pamper'd cattle write, at large, 
With bloody bayonets, a full discharge. 

We know that we light bobs are tough and hardy, 
And at a push you ll never find us tardy, 
We have a stomach both for beef and battle; 
So, honest whigs, once more, feed well your cattle. 

Obey your chief s command, and then, 'tis plain, 
We cannot want for beef the next campaign! 
And if we want for fighting, be it known, 
The fault, good neighbors, shall be your own

This song was written in England, and first published in the //Middlesex Journal//, over the signature of M. On a broadside, dated 1777, the author says: "My efforts were so well received last year, I have the temerity to republish, in a more portable form, and try the royal brutes again. Heaven help us, if they will not take good advice, or stop for reflection, for they are speedily leading us to the."

''TO THE COMMONS''

''ON MEETING AFTER THE RECESS''

WITH Christmas mirth, and Christmas cheer,
My friends pray look not glummer;
With turkey, chine, and beef and beer,
You're surely in good humor.

The folks on t'other side the wave,
Have beef as well as you, sirs ;
Some chines, and turkeys too, they have,
And as they bake they brew, sirs.

What, tho your cannon raze their towns,
And tumble down their houses,
They'll fight like devils blood and 'oons,
For children and for spouses.

Another truth -- nay, 'tis no boast,
Nor yet the lie o' th' day, sirs ;
The saints on Massachusetts coast,
Grain if they run away, sirs.

For further than your bullets fly,
A common man may run, sirs,
And wheat will grow beneath the sky,
Where cannot reach a gun, sirs.

Then what are ships, and swords, and guns,
And men of bloody mind, sirs,
While, Parthian-like, who conquers runs,
Who lose,-- stays behind, sirs.

Then rise my men, in merry mood,
Vote -- nem-con-tra-di-cente,
That five and five for ten are good,
And ten and ten make twenty.

Recall your ships, your troops recall,
Let friends each other nourish,
So shall old England rule the ball,
And George and freedom flourish.

''TO THE TRAITOR ARNOLD''

ARNOLD ! thy name, as heretofore, 
Shall now be Benedict no more; 
Since, instigated by the devil, 
Thy ways are turn d from good to evil. 

'Tis fit we brand thee with a name, 
To suit thy infamy and shame; 
And since of treason thou rt convicted, 
Thy name should now be maledicted. 

Unless by way of contradiction, 
We style thee Britain s Benediction ; 
Such blessings she, with liberal hand, 
Confers on this devoted land. 

For instance, only let us mention, 
Some proofs of her benign intention ; 
The slaves she sends us o'er the deep, 
The bribes to cut our throats in sleep. 
To take our lives and scalps away, 
The savage Indians keeps in pay, 
And Tories worse, by half, than they. 

Then in this class of Britain's heroes, 
The Tories, savage Indians, Negroes, 
Recorded, Arnold s name shall stand, 
While Freedom's blessings crown our land. 
And odious for the blackest crimes, 
Arnold shall stink to latest times.

Tories feel that the natural order must be maintained. Though they might disagree with Parliament’s heavy handed treatment of the colonies, it is only through peaceful negotiations and calm words that these differences can be worked out. Most Tories come from the clergy, wealthy landowners, appointed officers of the Empire, and substantial businessmen. Out in the country and Frontier farmers those supporting the Tories can be found as well.

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This map is found in the [[Colonial Gothic Rulebook|http://www.rogue-games.net/colonialgothicrulebook]]. It was created by [[Jeremy Simmons|http://www.dungeonartist.com/]] based on numerous sources [[Richard Iorio|http://www.rogue-games.net/aboutus]] complied. Click on the thumbnail image above to get a PDF of the fullsize image.

There is a lot that can be said when it comes to travel and transportation in the //Colonial Gothic// world. Much can be written about the development of roads in Colonial America; the topic itself is extremely interesting. The following small essays are designed to help both Game Masters and players learn about this topic.
!!Sections
*[[Travel]]
*[[The Major Land Routes of the Colonies]]
*[[Roads of the Colonies]]
*[[Water Travel]]

The colonies are big. So big that it is extremely difficult to travel from place to place. With large urban centers located in New England, large port towns located in the Middle Colonies, and a wide spread population in the South, travel is hard. Many live their entire lives without ever leaving the area they were born. The reason for this is due to the lack of good roads, and the trackless miles of unsettled land found in the colonies.

Travel is rare during this time, and the reason for this is due to the amount of time travel takes. For most earning their living as farmers or tradesmen’s, there is little time to travel. Working to earn enough money to live by is more important. Only the wealthy, professionals and the military travel, because they have the need, and money to do so. For women, travel is rarer, and this is due to it being considered improper for women to travel. A woman needing to travel does so by planning their journey in such a way that they spend their nights at friends or relatives homes. If that is not possible, they arrange to stay at Private Rooms. Unlike Taverns, Private Rooms do not have their prices regulated, and a person of wealth is able to rent their own bed for a night. Due to the prices of these rooms, only the truly wealthy are able to stay here.

Most travel is done in one or two ways: walking or hiring space in a coach. Walking is cheaper, and is done when distances are short. Walking is not practical for longer distances and this is due to not only the time it takes, but the danger walking the wild. With population centers spread out, there is a lot of land, especially in western New York, Pennsylvania and Virginia still unsettled. These unsettled lands hide not only highway men and Indians, but creatures of the occult and agents of the Devil.

When speed and safety is a concern, the best and most effective means of travel is hiring space in a coach. Coaches are an organized system and transport not only people but mail as well. To save horses, all coaches follow organized systems of posts. These posts are spread across the road network and from these posts a person changes coaches to continue on their final destination.

Horses are expensive, and only the wealthy have the money to buy one, let alone maintain them. There are four types of horses found in the colonies, and depending on the work needed to be done; only this type of horse is purchased. The best type of horse is the one only the wealthy can afford and that is a Turf Horse. Light and fleet of foot, this horse is suited for not only racing but the hunt as well. Field Horses are used by farmers and plantation owners to work the fields, and do the heavy work required for farming. Road horses are suited for riding across the colonial roads, and are the most commonly found horses for purchase. With the growing troubles plaguing the colonies, road horses are becoming rarer and more expensive. The final type of horse is the Coach Horse, which is suited for the pulling of coaches and wagons.

When moving goods, or people, coaches and wagons are always employed. The most common coach is the stagecoach which is a four-wheeled vehicle designed for longer distances. Two-wheeled coaches known as carriages are designed to move people shorter distances like city streets. Most coaches are not luxuries and they suspension, which means the ride in them is very bumpy. When moving goods wagons (four-wheeled) are used to navigate the roads of the colonies. Though wagons are used in busy port cities, with their crowded streets teeming with traffic, four wheeled ones are typically replaced with two-wheeled wagons known as carts.

Located on all colonial roads are taverns which serve as rest stops for travelers and act as posts for the changing of horses. A combination of hotel and restaurant, taverns are a place that one can get a good meal, a few drinks and room in a bed. Most taverns keep beds that people rent space in for the night, and it is not uncommon for anywhere between two and six people to share the same bed. In cities, taverns desiring wealthier cliental, try to keep the number sharing a bed down to two. To ensure that prices are the same, all colonies regulate the price taverns can charge for sharing rooms.

Though bridges are common near larger cities and towns, in the country, bridges crossing the numerous rivers and bodies of water crises crossing the colonies. In place of bridges, ferries are built which help move road traffic across bodies of water. Two types of ferries are common to the colonies: sailed and pulled.

Pulled ferries are typically found near narrow rivers, and involve a barge that is pulled to a far bank via a rope that hanging over the river. The barge often has room for at least two wagons and their hitched teams. Traveling on a ferry is slow going, and this is due to the time it takes to pull the ferry across. When greater distances are called for, such as crossing the Potomac or Delaware River, sailed ferries are used. These ferries are large barges with a mast and square sail, as well long poles used to push the ferry when wind is not available. Located near ferries is always a tavern which is usually owned by the ferry owner, and allows for the posting of mail, as well as a place to spend the night.

|Might|8|Nimble|10|Vigor|11|
|Reason|14|Resolution|13|Actions|1|
|Faith|12|Sanity|65|Vitality|45|
!!Skills
Diplomacy [13]; Intimidation [13]; Language—English [Fluent]; Profession—Preacher [14]; Resist [14]
!!Gear
Linen shirt, Wool pants, Wool longcoat , Leather shoes, Bible, Books, Walking stick
!!Background
Hailing from Boston, Tribulation Hoadley comes from a long line of Congregationalist ministers, many of whom were renowned for their energetic preaching and zeal for the Gospel. Outwardly, Hoadley is no different and has blazed a path across New England with his fiery sermons and denunciations of witchcraft and deviltry. He travels from township to township, rooting out any signs of supernatural corruption and acting with the local inhabitants to put an end to it. In reality, Hoadley is himself an aspiring practitioner of the black arts and uses his reputation as a man of God to gain access to dark books and items seized from suspected witches. He has thus far not learned a single spell, but it is only a matter of time before he does so and undertakes even more nefarious schemes.

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Found in Virginia, the two-room evolved from the [[One Room -- Virginia]].

Many walk the land. They harbor evil in their hearts, and pose a threat to all who are innocent. The list of Villains that have harmed the Colonies is long, and this is just a sample.
!!Roll Call
*[[Black Cloud of Winter]]
*[[Peter Crockett]]
*[[Tribulation Hoadley]]
*[[Thomas Rockwell]]
*[[Martha Rockworth]]
*[[Livingstone]]

The following was written by a woman from Virgina. All that is known about her is that


BEGONE, pernicious, baneful tea, 
With all Pandora s ills possessed, 
Hyson, no more beguiled by thee 
My noble sous shall be oppressed. 

To Britain fly, where gold enslaves, 
And venal men their birth-right sell ; 
Tell North and his bribed clan of knaves, 
Their bloody acts were made in hell. 

In Henry's reign those acts began, 
Which sacred rules of justice broke 
North now pursues the hellish plan, 
To fix on us his slavish yoke. 

But we oppose, and will be free, 
This great good cause we will defend ; 
Nor bribe, nor Gage, nor North's decree, 
Shall make us " at his feet to bend." 

From Anglia s ancient sons we came ; 
Those heroes who for freedom fought ; 
In freedom s cause we'll march ; their fame, 

By their example greatly taught. 
Our king we love, but North we hate, 
Nor will to him submission own ; 
If death's our doom, we'll -brave our fate, 
But pay allegiance to the throne. 

Then rouse, my sons ! from slavery free 
Your suffering homes ; from God s high wrath ; 
Gird on your steel ; give liberty 
To all who follow in our path.

Much can, and has been, written about Virginia. It is populated by a people who are proud of their heritage, and can trace their roots back to the aristocracy of England. Virginia, is similar to Massachusetts, in that its’ people are one of the main voice of rebellion and some of the movements most important leaders come from this colony. Like some of the colonies Virginia was founded for the sole purpose of making money.

The land that would become known as Virginia was discovered and explored by Sir Walter Raleigh in 1584. Upon discovering the land, Raleigh claimed it for England, and named the land Virginia in honor of his patron Queen Elizabeth I. Though Raleigh attempted to establish colony in Virginia (in the location now known as Roanoke North Carolina) the colony failed and the colonists were slaughtered by a secret enemy. The failure of the colony came back to punish Raleigh, and this would mark the beginning of his eventual end. Though the land was claimed by England, no real attempt would be made to colonize it until 1606.

On April 10, 1606 the Virginia London Company was founded by a collection wealthy merchants and royalty for the sole purpose to exploit the rich bounty that existed in the English New World holdings. A charter created that empowered the company to establish and fund a colony in Virginia. Unlike Raleigh’s pervious attempt, the new colony was given every chance of success. Boarding three ships 144 colonists set sail for the New World, and on April 26, 1607 they arrived at Cape Henry. Seeking a safe place to settle as well as out of harms way from the Spanish (who felt at that time, they owned all the land of the New World) the colonist sailed up the James River and on May 13, 1607 founded the settlement that would be known as Jamestown.

Though many tired to lead the colony it would not be until Captain John Smith that Jamestown would survive and begin thrive. Sadly, Captain Smith had to return to England in 1609 due to suffering from a mysterious injury. His departure created a power vacuum, and the colony nearly died due to the poor leadership and lack of food during a very bad winter. Facing a financial setback and a rash of departing investors a new charter was created and the Virginia Company reorganized. Under this charter the bulk of leadership responsibilities fell under the office of the newly appointed governor Thomas West. Leaving with 150 men, the West arrived in 1610, and forced the remaining surviving colonists to stay and continue building and growing Jamestown. Though many attempts were made to create crops and goods for economic profit, it was not until 1612 that John Rolfe had introduced Orinoco and Sweet Scented tobacco. The climate was perfect for the plants and they thrived. 1614 marked a turning point for the colony, because it was this year that the fist shipment of tobacco left for England. This event marked the economic flashpoint for the colony, and marked the beginning of the colony’s economic boom.

Virginia prospered due to tobacco but this boom did not hide a growing problem: conflict. Relations with the various native tribes, as well as relations among the colonists and appointed officials, numerous fights broke out, and threatened to destroy what was becoming a thriving colony. It would not be until 1619 that this conflict would begin to end, and the reason for this was due to the appointment of George Yeardley as governor.

Yardley, more than anyone is directly responsible for Virginia’s success. Under his watch the House of Burgesses was created and on July 30, 1619 the first elected assembly took place in anywhere in the colonies. More importantly was the arrival of 90 single women arriving at Jamestown which helped ensure the future generations of Virginians. Sadly also taking place during 1619 was the arrival of the first slaves, and this would mark the long and saddening practice that was vital to the booming agricultural achievements of the colony.

To aid in the governing of the colony, as well as to make the House of Burgesses possible, the colony was divided into the cities of Charles City, Elizabeth City, Henrico City and James City. These cities encompassed all plantations, trading posts, and other buildings, and made possible the easy administration of the colony. By doing this ownership of the land was established, which to this day continues to provide great wealth to the founding families of Virginia. All of this development did have a price, and that was continued hostilities between he colonists and the land’s original inhabitants the Native American.

The hostilities continued and came to head when 400 colonists were killed in 1622 during an massacre led by Opechancanough, chief of the Pamunkeys. This act destroyed many settlements and destroyed Henricus and Wolstenholme Towne. The reaction by Jamestown, was equally harsh, and some of the colony leaders retaliated by ordering the poisoning of rum used in trade with the Indians. This poisoned rum killed about 200 Indians, will some 50 were killed in armed fighting. The Indians' share of the liquor, which killed about 200 of the natives. Another 50 Indians were killed by hand. For the next twenty years Opechancanough led the Powhatans in one bloody raid after another, and many on both sides of the conflict died. The conflict did not end until 1644 when Opechancanough mysteriously fell ill and died. Left with out a powerful leader, the Powhatans soon found themselves directionless and the colonists soon gained the upper hand.

During this time, the Virginia Company's charter was revoked in 1624 and the colony became a crown colony. Though under royal authority, the House of Burgess still stayed in power and dictated much of the growth and development. It was during this time that the colony saw its’ real expansion and new settlements were founded and built in the northern and western portions of the colony. 1630 saw the creation of Chiskiack on the York River, and by 1632 construction of a fort linking Jamestown and Chiskiack was underway. This fort marks the origins of the city that is now known as Williamsburg. This new era of growth led to a new system of colony organization, and scrapped was the four city approach, and in its’ place came the creation of eight shires in 1634. Each shire had its own local governing body, and helped ensure royal decrees and control was maintained.

As time past Virginia grew and was caught up in the events plaguing the other colonies. The French Indian War had a great impact on the colony and some of the most fierce fighting took place here. When the English finally defeated the French and their Indian Allies, Virginia exacted a great toll on the losers. This also marked a growing trend of anger and displeasures toward England as well. From the passage of the Sugar Act in 1764 to the Revenue Act of 1769 Virginians and the House of Burgess became vocal opponents to all attempts by Britain to impose their will. Many of the current Revolution leadership traces their origins to this time, and so tired Governor Botetourt became of the House of Burgess, he dissolved the body. Unperturbed the Burgesses’ retired to the Raleigh Tavern and carried on their work. Their first such agreement was the decision to ban all British imports. Eventually the House of Burgess was reinstated and business continued on.

When Britain closed the port of Boston and the siege of began, Virginians, and the Burgess was quick to respond. On June 1, 1774 the Burgess declared the day to be one of "Fasting, Humiliation, and Prayer" to show their solidarity with their fellow colonists in Massachusetts. Angered by this Governor Lord Dunmore following the actions of his predecessor dismissed the House of Burgess again. Once again the Burgess responded by carrying on without any legal authority and on August 1, 1774 the Virginia Convention was held. Debating for six days, the members put together a plan of action, and again approved a boycott of British goods, spoke in length about their common ties with their Massachusetts brothers, and elected delegates to the first Continental Congress.

Now, with tensions mounting and the success of the Continental Army in Boston, Virginia is mobilizing their support and backing to the growing call of rebellion. Though separated by culture and outlook, Virginians have a lot in common with the New Englanders, namely a desire to have independence from England and establishment of a new government that representing the rights of all colonists. Many of the rebellions most respected leadership is from Virginia. More importantly, is the financial backing of Virginia merchants that is making the creation of the Continental Army possible. More importantly is Virginia’s favored son, General George Washington that is the colonies greatest asset to the war.

As one of the best convivial songs produced during the war, Its authorship has been attributed to [[Henry Archer]], a native of England, who emigrated to America in 1778, and embraced the cause of the Colonists.

''VOLUNTEER BOYS''

HENCE with the lover who sighs o'er his wine,
Cloes and Phillises toasting,
Hence with the slave who will whimper and whine,
Of ardor and constancy boasting.
Hence with love s joys,
Follies and noise,
The toast that I give is the Volunteer Boys.

Nobles and "beauties and such common toasts,
Those who admire may drink, sir ;
Fill up the glass to the volunteer hosts,
Who never from danger will shrink, sir.
Let mirth appear,
Every heart cheer,
The toast that I give is the brave volunteer.

Here's to the squire who goes to parade
Here's to the citizen soldier ;
Here's to the merchant who fights for his trade,
Whom danger increasing makes bolder.
Let mirth appear,
Union is here,
The toast that I give is the brave volunteer.

Here's to the lawyer, who, leaving the bar,
Hastens where honor doth lead, sir,
Changing the gown for the ensigns of war,
The cause of his country to plead, sir.
Freedom appears,
Every heart cheers,
And calls for the health of the law volunteers.

Here's to the soldier, though batter'd in wars,
And safe to his farm-house retir'd ;
When called by his country, ne'er thinks of his scars,
With ardor to join us inspir'd.
Bright fame appears,
Trophies uprear,
To veteran chiefs who became volunteers.

Here's to the farmer who dares to advance
To harvests of honor with pleasure;
Who with a slave the most skilful in France,
A sword for his country would measure.
Hence with cold fear,
Heroes rise here;
The ploughman is chang'd to the stout volunteer.

Here's to the peer, first in senate and field,
Whose actions to titles add grace, sir;
Whose spirit undaunted would never yet yield
To a foe, to a pension or place, sir.
Gratitude here,
Toasts to the peer,
Who adds to his titles, "the brave volunteer."

Thus the bold bands for old Jersey's defence,
The muse hath with rapture review'd, sir;
With our volunteer boys, as our verses commence,
With our volunteer boys they conclude, sir.
Discord or noise,
Ne er damp our joys,
But health and success to the volunteer boys.

This song was first published in 1776. We have a music sheet containing it, and the //Liberty Song//, bearing the following impress: "Portsmouth; printed by [[Benjamin Dearborn]], near the parade, 1776." 



HARK, hark, the sound of war is heard, 
And we must all attend; 
Take up our arms and go with speed, 
Our country to defend. 

Our parent state has turned our foe, 
Which fills our land with pain; 
Her gallant ships, manned out for war, 
Come thundering o'er the main. 

There's Carleton, Howe, and Clinton too. 
And many thousands more, 
May cross the sea, but all in vain, 
Our rights we'll ne'er give o'er. 

Our pleasant homes they do invade, 
Our property devour; 
And all because we won't submit 
To their despotic power. 

Then let us go against our foe, 
We'd better die than yield; 
We and our sons are all undone, 
If Britain wins the field. 

Tories may dream of future joys, 
But I am bold to say, 
They ll find themselves bound fast in chains, 
If Britain wins the day. 

Husbands must leave their loving wives, 
And sprightly youths attend, 
Leave their sweethearts and risk their lives, 
Their country to defend. 

May they be heroes in the field, 
Have heroes fame in store ; 
We pray the Lord to be their shield, 
Where thundering cannons roar.

Up until recently, water travel was the fastest means for goods and people to get anywhere in the colonies. With the early state of the colonial road systems, water travel was by far the easiest way to go. From navigating the numerous rivers, to sailing the coast, numerous types of ships and boats filled the waterways. With the British increasing their naval presence, coastal travel has become difficult. It is possible to slip past the blockades, and this has proven true time and time again by smugglers and pirates.

For traveling the rivers, and numerous lakes, three water craft are used. The first is the most common – the canoe. Constructed from either birch bark or dug out from whole trees, canoes are plentiful. Though the various tribes first created and used these canoes, the colonists seeing their advantages, began using them as for themselves. The bateau is another popular water craft, and this is a small rowboat with anywhere between two and four banks of oars. The third type of river vessel is the raft, which is used heavily in the south. Constructed from water tight barrels filled with goods, these barrels are lashed together. The barrels float and are an effective means to get goods cheaply to market. Rafts are not common along the larger colonial lakes, but on smaller ones, they are used extensively.

For the lakes, and wide deep rivers, like the Hudson, schooners are a common sight ferrying goods and people from coast ports to interior ports. It is the ship, which is still the most common means of transposition in the colonies. Sloops, schooners, and ketches ply the costal and inner coastal water ways, moving goods from all areas of the colonies. Fishing boats ply the waters hauling cod and bring them to the fish processing plants so they can be shipped to British markets. These are the most common types of ships and they are owned by large plantation owners, fisherman and merchants. Though ideal for coastal waters, many of these ships brave the Atlantic Ocean to transport goods both ways.

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Gaining inspiration from not only the Magna Carta, but the Declaration of Rights of Englishmen, the philosophies of Thomas Hobbes, John Milton, and John Locke, Whigs seek the abolishment of Parliament’s control over the colonies. Whigs find their inspiration in the writings of Thomas Payne, and Samuel Adams, and the actions of the Sons of Liberty. Many voices calling for Rebellion are either directly or indirectly aligned with the Whig viewpoint. Heroes who consider themselves Whigs seek to change the social order, wanting to move the power out of the hands of the English Parliament and into the hands of the people. Whigs are found in all walks of life, from Philadelphia’s dock workers, to the well educated Virginia plantation owners.

White Magic is the invoking of angelic spirits, and channeling their power through oneself to work magic. It is the White Magus belief that man, by their nature, is the pivot point for good and evil. The cornerstone of a White Magus ability is their purity. In order to work their magic and commune with angelic sprits, they must be devout in their faith, live their lives in temperance, and be pure in their thoughts and body.

To maintain the purity of thought, the White Magus devotes themselves to the Lord. Every morning, they must prey for one hour and mediate on the Bible. Before bed, they must pray, and mediate on the Bible. To maintain the purity of body, the White Magus not only must bath every day, but eat and drink in moderation. So great do they take their commitment to moderation, that White Magus are allowed only two suits of clothes, and only own the bare essentials. White Magus believe that material possessions prohibit one’s self from being close to the teachings of the Bible, and as such they strive to give as much as they can to those in need.

All White Magus live away from the bustle of cities, seeking to live in balance with nature. Their houses are small and simple, and attached to them is an Oratory. It is the Oratory that the White Magus was must pray and study their twice a day, and it is in the Oratory where the Ritual are performed and cast. If the White Magus is away from their Oratory, they are able to perform Rituals but do so with difficulty. All Ritual Tests are made with a -4 penalty when performed outside of the Oratory.

All White Magus begin play owning a small house, but not an oratory. To build one it costs £20.

|Might|7|Nimble|8|Vigor|12|
|Reason|15|Resolution|14|Actions|1|
|Faith|12|Sanity|70|Vitality|40|

''Skills''

Language—English [Fluent]; Lore [15]; Profession—Printer [15]; Ritual—Conceal [15]; Resist [15]

''Gear''

Longcoat, Hat, Ruffled Shirt, Trousers, Leather shoes, Walking stick, £6 10p

''Background''

Born and raised in New York, William traces his roots back to the founding of the colony of New Amsterdam. His family has always been known in the fields of research and study, but their success came from printing. From an early age, William learned the business from his father. As a byproduct of his upbringing, he had access to a large library, which gave him the opportunity to learn about things few knew. These tomes taught him many secrets of the world, as well as the evil lurking in the shadows.

As he grew older, William became interested in topics many consider to be folklore and superstition. Williams wishes he did not know the things he does. Evil lurks, and the powers at work bring nothing but harm the common folk. This is the true danger that must be fought against. The current tensions engulfing the colonies are distractions. Those who know better know the real threats facing the world.

|Might|8|Nimble|11|Vigor|11|
|Reason|5|Resolution|11|Actions|3|
|Vitality|45|Fear|-1| | |
!!!Skills
Observe [13], Stealth [17]
!!!Abilities
''Bite''

A wolf’s bite causes damage equal to Might.

''Scent''

Wolves possess an acute sense of smell allowing them to track prey with ease. They are able to smell an opponent within 40-feet. If they are upwind, they are able to smell them within 80-feet, 20-feet if downwind. 

Proud, fierce, and known for their hunting prowess, the wolf is feared by all. Among the colonists, the wolf is looked at with worry and that is due to the notion that they are agents of Satan. For the natives, the wolf is honored for its hunting and strength.

//The Yankees at Long Island//. 

Among other incidents of the retreat of the Americans from Long Island, in 1776, the loyal prints circulated the following: 

>From report, we hear that Mr. Washington and his dirty rebel outcasts, got a good soaking the other day, in their flight from Long Island. They were so vigorously pursued, by our brave fellows, that many of them took to the water like dogs, and swam over the creek. A deserter, lately come into the royal lines, says he saw nearly all the rebel army drying their only shirt and trowsers on the bushes, meanwhile performing various monkey tricks and other rebel discipline, to keep warm in their buffs. He didn't see Mr. Washington in this new rebel armor, so we suppose he was comfortably situated in some one of those hay lofts he has unjustly pressed from the friends of justice, right, and a loving king.