The King in Yellow

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THE KING IN YELLOW by Robert W.

Chambers.

First published in 1895.

The King in Yellow Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen in Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the king, Must die unheard in dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in lost Carcosa.

There's a couple of key words relating to...

some play called The King in Yellow that turned up.

Specifically, the phrase Yellow King and Carcosa were the two phrases that triggered a search by Delta Green's automated software.

You have... been doing some investigation you found a lot of evidence that sort of initially is almost like a not quite routine but a a complicated slightly nasty police investigation and then you've started to find a few things that were starting to get a bit more weird and a bit more weird culminating in the recovery of a copy of uh the play the king in yellow which I believe Agent Brass has placed securely in his possession and not let anyone see.

Though I think the other two are aware you have it.

Yeah.

THE KING IN YELLOW by Robert W.

Chambers.

First published in 1895.

The King in Yellow Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen in Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the king, Must die unheard in dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in lost Carcosa.

Casilda's Song In The King in Yellow Act I, Scene II The Repairer of Reputations Part I ne rayons pas les fous leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre voyons toute la différence toward the end of the year nineteen twenty the government of the united states had practically completed the programme adopted during the last months of president winthrop's administration the country was apparently tranquil everybody knows how the tariff and labor questions were settled the war with germany incident on that country's seizure of the samoan islands had left no visible scars upon the republic and the temporary occupation of norfolk by the invading army had been forgotten in the joy over repeated naval victories and the subsequent ridiculous plight of general von gartenlauber's forces in the state of new jersey The Cuban and Hawaiian investments had paid 100%, and the territory of Samoa was well worth its cost as a coaling station.

So why are you saying that here? Is there a concern that the fight will be too hard? in which case you want to advise me more specifically as GM to make the opponents less capable? Or are you afraid that it'll be too much of a walkover? Should I make him tougher? Why do I want to adjust that any differently than I would in any other case? And often I think it's just a gesture that every three fights, the designer feels compelled to remind you of this thing that I think should be taken as read.

Yeah, there may be a specific thing, and this is, I guess, you know, maybe you don't ever see at the GM's discretion at the place where you ought to see at the GM's discretion, but maybe there's like a narrative funnel where if they get through this fight relatively intact, the rest of the scenario will play pretty smoothly.

If they get chewed up by this funnel, it's going to be a hard going, and that's where you especially want to signal that you really need to tighten or loosen this nozzle.

But I feel like if it's that important, go the extra mile, explain what I just said and say, if you are looking for an easier time for the players, the guys are armed with pistols, not with long arms.

If you're looking to turn it into a bloodbath, They're armed with assault rifles, not with rifles.

And then you just move on.

And again, there usually is a fairly straightforward answer to why you would or wouldn't do that, which is if you need to fill an hour of time, the

Duke flies into a rage.

THE KING IN YELLOW by Robert W.

Chambers.

First published in 1895.

The King in Yellow Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen in Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the king, Must die unheard in dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in lost Carcosa.

Casilda's Song In The King in Yellow Act I, Scene II The Repairer of Reputations Part I ne rayons pas les fous leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre voyons toute la différence toward the end of the year nineteen twenty the government of the united states had practically completed the programme adopted during the last months of president winthrop's administration the country was apparently tranquil everybody knows how the tariff and labor questions were settled the war with germany incident on that country's seizure of the samoan islands had left no visible scars upon the republic and the temporary occupation of norfolk by the invading army had been forgotten in the joy over repeated naval victories and the subsequent ridiculous plight of general von gartenlauber's forces in the state of new jersey The Cuban and Hawaiian investments had paid 100%, and the territory of Samoa was well worth its cost as a coaling station.

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THE KING IN YELLOW by Robert W.

Chambers.

First published in 1895.

The King in Yellow Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen in Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the king, Must die unheard in dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in lost Carcosa.

I'm going to find out as much information as I can.

But that's why I need to ask these relevant questions, all right? I need to know what the King in Yellow is, where it was found.

We

don't know what it is, right? We don't know what it is, okay? It's some sort of mind parasite.

We find the book that has been hidden in this safe in the station.

We destroy it, and then we go back to the apartment, find the information that we can about wherever it was that you were, and deal with that.

We need to find this play about the King in Yellow.

My concern, Cormac, is that you...

When I was editing Under Twin Suns for Hippocampus Press, I originally not intended to include poetry, but my publisher there, Derek Hussey, suggested it.

He said, what would you think of including some poems? Because he knew some poets who were writing really good work in that area, cosmic horror, particularly with The King in Yellow and things like that.

And I figured, let me give it a

try.