December 18, The Cimmerian Cloister, Scene One

INT. CIMMERIAN CLOISTER - ENTRY HALL - NIGHT

The air is thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant howl of the wind. The massive wooden doors of the Cimmerian Cloister creek open, revealing a silhouette against the pale moonlight.

AMELIA (30s), a daring researcher with an air of skepticism, steps cautiously into the cavernous entry hall, clutching a worn journal. Her flashlight and the dying light of the day reveal faded tapestries and crumbling stone. Cobwebs sway in the corners like spectral curtains.

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December 17 - The Cimmerian Cloister

Nestled deep within the heart of the desolate Raven's Peak Mountains, a decrepit edifice known as the Cimmerian Cloister looms ominously against the backdrop of the perpetually overcast sky. This abandoned monastery, shrouded in an eternal veil of mist, holds a sinister tale that sends shivers down the spines of those who dare to speak its name. Centuries ago, the Cimmerian Cloister was a sanctuary for a reclusive sect of monks who delved into forbidden arts, seeking communion with the eldritch forces that dwelled in the shadows. The monks, practitioners of an ancient and arcane faith known as the Umbral Creed, believed in harnessing the energies of darkness to gain forbidden knowledge and power, and to use such power for unholy ends.

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December 16 - Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds

In the shadows of human ambition and scientific curiosity a spectral figure began to take form at the turn of the 20th century. By the middle of that century it had become fully fledged, and emerged in all its dark and sinister glory. Draped in a black hood, and acting from a menacing position of power, it embodied human power over the atoms, it was a piece of the sun in human hands:

It was the nuclear bomb.

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December 15 - War is Coming

The walls of Sancerre were cold that morning, a bitter chill cutting through Pierre's armour. It felt nice pushing his chest against the stone wall, its fissures and cracks offering protection from the howling wind otherwise piercing his armour and clothes like arrows. He gazed out over the snow-covered landscape, his breath visible in the frosty air. The village, nestled atop a hill, offered a majestic, strategically important, view over the valley. Pierre could see peasants in the fields, taking their goods to market in the nearby hamlets, and their animals grazing. It was serene, but he knew it wouldn’t last. The royal army was marching.

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