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The death of Lord George was unexpected. A heart attack he was considered too young to have, considering his good health.  The funeral was a procession lacking in any tenderness. Anger, nervousness, greed. The air was thick with the fog of it. Grief seemed to be absent among them. Everyone there wants something. Land deeds, money, social standing, freedom, secrets, and revenge. The room hadn’t even fully cleared yet when the first call came in.  When they answer, it’s unmistakably the voice of the man they just buried. It carried his tone, his mannerisms, his knowledge. At first, the calls seem helpful, a gift even. The voice of Lord George gave word towards the things they want most: hidden deeds, letters, secret accounts, long-forgotten scandals. Obsession started to circle the calls. Whatever theories they have, however they feel about the calls, they can’t keep from answering them. They start waiting for them.  How the game works: While you have autonomy over your characters, the phone calls will place events, memories, and items on them individually or collectively. Whether these things have actually happened or not is as much up to you to decide as your characters. The best way to come to any conclusion will be to interact with other characters, compare experiences, and attempt to create an accurate timeline. 

The death of Lord George was unexpected. A heart attack he was considered too young to have, considering his good health.  The funeral was procession lacking in any tenderness. Anger, nervousness, greed. The air was thick with the fog of it. Grief seemed to be absent among them. Everyone there wants something. Land deeds, money, social standing, freedom, secrets, and revenge. The room hadn’t even fully cleared yet when the first call came in.  When they answer, it’s unmistakably the voice of the man they just buried. It carried his tone, his mannerisms, his knowledge. At first, the calls seem helpful, a gift even. The voice of Lord George gave word towards the things they want most: hidden deeds, letters, secret accounts, long-forgotten scandals. Obsession started to circle the calls. Whatever theories they have, however they feel about the calls, they can’t keep from answering them. They start waiting for them. 

Inspired by the enticing character of Penhaligon’s fragrance line, Portraits. This Lovecraftian horror group gives these characters of English aristocracy a world of their own, one of obsession, identity, and questionable sanity. Each family member is a skeleton that embodies a specific signature fragrance, described by Penhaligons themselves. Taking place in the late 1950’s England, Portraits the RPG is meant to draw them deeper, giving Lord George his own game for all to play. Memories, photographs, letters all change; and slowly, the dead patriarch reemerges to the center of their lives, but do they even remember who he was? It all starts with a phone call, one from the voice of George himself. Despite all of the warnings left behind, will you answer?

How the game works: While you have autonomy over your characters, the phone calls will place events, memories, and items on them individually or collectively. Whether these things have actually happened or not is as much up to you to decide as your characters. The best way to come to any conclusion will be to interact with other characters, compare experiences, and attempt to create an accurate timeline. 

The death of Lord George was unexpected. A heart attack he was considered too young to have, considering his good health.  The funeral was procession lacking in any tenderness. Anger, nervousness, greed. The air was thick with the fog of it. Grief seemed to be absent among them. Everyone there wants something. Land deeds, money, social standing, freedom, secrets, and revenge. The room hadn’t even fully cleared yet when the first call came in.  When they answer, it’s unmistakably the voice of the man they just buried. It carried his tone, his mannerisms, his knowledge. At first, the calls seem helpful, a gift even. The voice of Lord George gave word towards the things they want most: hidden deeds, letters, secret accounts, long-forgotten scandals. Obsession started to circle the calls. Whatever theories they have, however they feel about the calls, they can’t keep from answering them. They start waiting for them. 

Inspired by the enticing character of Penhaligon’s fragrance line, Portraits. This Lovecraftian horror group gives these characters of English aristocracy a world of their own, one of obsession, identity, and questionable sanity. Each family member is a skeleton that embodies a specific signature fragrance, described by Penhaligons themselves. Taking place in the late 1950’s England, Portraits the RPG is meant to draw them deeper, giving Lord George his own game for all to play. Memories, photographs, letters all change; and slowly, the dead patriarch reemerges to the center of their lives, but do they even remember who he was? It all starts with a phone call, one from the voice of George himself. Despite all of the warnings left behind, will you answer?

How the game works: While you have autonomy over your characters, the phone calls will place events, memories, and items on them individually or collectively. Whether these things have actually happened or not is as much up to you to decide as your characters. The best way to come to any conclusion will be to interact with other characters, compare experiences, and attempt to create an accurate timeline. 

Dear family,

I am sure you are all wondering what has been left to each of you, as I know priorities lie there. 

Before I begin, I ask one thing of you. Do not trust each other with my memory. I do not ask this because any of you are particularly dishonest, which, let’s be frank, some of you are, but because memories are a fragile, impressionable thing. 

My estate is not to be divided immediately preceding my death. There are certain tasks that I have left unfinished. Those take priority.

Within this estate, there are ten particularly important items. Each of these items serves a purpose and resides exactly where they belong. While each serves a great purpose, none are of any value.

If any of these items are to go missing, every remaining asset will be lost to each and every one of you. 

Do not ask why I have chosen to hide each item. Do ask yourself what they are hidden from. If they appear dangerous to you, it is because they are. Proceed with caution.

The cellar is to remain off limits; this now includes the wine cellar. I am afraid you will have to find elsewhere to store your wares. 

I know very well that some of you believe me to be paranoid, that you always have. You would be correct, but it is not without good reason.

Some of you will remember things, remember me differently. Do not find this of any alarm. But do not attempt to argue as to whose version is correct. 

Do not find solace in each other’s certainty. The more you agree, the more dangerous things become. 

My final request is this: when the phone rings, answer with caution. Not all calls come from friends. 

The Penhaligon inheritance is not an estate but a responsibility. 

May god help you all, 

Lord George Penhaligon ————————————————-

Inspired by the enticing character of Penhaligon’s fragrance line, Portraits. This Lovecraftian horror group gives these characters of English aristocracy a world of their own, one of obsession, identity, and questionable sanity. Each family member is a skeleton that embodies a specific signature fragrance, described by Penhaligons themselves. Portraits: the RPG is meant to draw them deeper, giving Lord George his own game for all to play. Memories, photographs, letters all change; and slowly, the dead patriarch reemerges to the center of their lives, but do they even remember who he was? It all starts with a phone call, one from the voice of George himself. Despite all of the warnings left behind, will you answer?

The death of Lord George was unexpected. A heart attack he was considered too young to have, considering his good health.  The funeral was procession lacking in any tenderness. Anger, nervousness, greed. The air was thick with the fog of it. Grief seemed to be absent among them. Everyone there wants something. Land deeds, money, social standing, freedom, secrets, and revenge. The room hadn’t even fully cleared yet when the first call came in.  When they answer, it’s unmistakably the voice of the man they just buried. It carried his tone, his mannerisms, his knowledge. At first, the calls seem helpful, a gift even. The voice of Lord George gave word towards the things they want most: hidden deeds, letters, secret accounts, long-forgotten scandals. Obsession started to circle the calls. Whatever theories they have, however they feel about the calls, they can’t keep from answering them. They start waiting for them. 

Inspired by the enticing character of Penhaligon’s fragrance line, Portraits. This Lovecraftian horror group gives these characters of English aristocracy a world of their own, one of obsession, identity, and questionable sanity. Each family member is a skeleton that embodies a specific signature fragrance, described by Penhaligons themselves. Taking place in the late 1950’s England, Portraits the RPG is meant to draw them deeper, giving Lord George his own game for all to play. Memories, photographs, letters all change; and slowly, the dead patriarch reemerges to the center of their lives, but do they even remember who he was? It all starts with a phone call, one from the voice of George himself. Despite all of the warnings left behind, will you answer?

How the game works: While you have autonomy over your characters, the phone calls will place events, memories, and items on them individually or collectively. Whether these things have actually happened or not is as much up to you to decide as your characters. The best way to come to any conclusion will be to interact with other characters, compare experiences, and attempt to create an accurate timeline. 

Being secretly the son of Lord George and Clandestine Clara certainly explains Radcliff’s weakness for the flesh, but his illegitimacy may have its advantages. Unburdened by title or propriety, Radcliff indulges in fast cars and even faster women - his raison d’être: parties and provocation. His only inheritance so far has been his father’s love of liquor - in Rutherford’s rum. Sexy and rebellious - what well-bred girl would not succumb to his charm? As he is to whisper in their inclining ears… The night is young… Being illegitimate has had its perks. Freedom from expectation, lack of supervision, the luxury of money without responsibility. Still, wouldn't it be nice to see the looks on their faces if he takes it all?

Dear family,

I am sure you are all wondering what has been left to each of you, as I know priorities lie there. 

Before I begin, I ask one thing of you. Do not trust each other with my memory. I do not ask this because any of you are particularly dishonest, which, let’s be frank, some of you are, but because memories are a fragile, impressionable thing. 

My estate is not to be divided immediately preceding my death. There are certain tasks that I have left unfinished. Those take priority.

Within this estate, there are ten particularly important items. Each of these items serves a purpose and resides exactly where they belong. While each serves a great purpose, none are of any value.

If any of these items are to go missing, every remaining asset will be lost to each and every one of you. 

Do not ask why I have chosen to hide each item. Do ask yourself what they are hidden from. If they appear dangerous to you, it is because they are. Proceed with caution.

The cellar is to remain off limits; this now includes the wine cellar. I am afraid you will have to find elsewhere to store your wares. 

I know very well that some of you believe me to be paranoid, that you always have. You would be correct, but it is not without good reason.

Some of you will remember things, remember me differently. Do not find this of any alarm. But do not attempt to argue as to whose version is correct. 

Do not find solace in each other’s certainty. The more you agree, the more dangerous things become. 

My final request is this: when the phone rings, answer with caution. Not all calls come from friends. 

The Penhaligon inheritance is not an estate but a responsibility. 

May god help you all, 

Lord George Penhaligon ————————————————-

Inspired by the enticing character of Penhaligon’s fragrance line, Portraits. This Lovecraftian horror group gives these characters of English aristocracy a world of their own, one of obsession, identity, and questionable sanity. Each family member is a skeleton that embodies a specific signature fragrance, described by Penhaligons themselves. Portraits: the RPG is meant to draw them deeper, giving Lord George his own game for all to play. Memories, photographs, letters all change; and slowly, the dead patriarch reemerges to the center of their lives, but do they even remember who he was? It all starts with a phone call, one from the voice of George himself. Despite all of the warnings left behind, will you answer?

“Our French friend” is how this unknown but over-familiar houseguest is typically introduced. His lingering gaze lets you know he’ll take things from here. A special kind of perfection that, with its strong caressing silence, speaks volumes! Confidently quiet. Mysteriously sexy. Be warned. One look is all it took. This French heir never gives it all away – the veil of mystery is always there. He spent every summer at the estate. It wasn't until he took an interest in the family business that he moved there permanently. With Rose having no interest in it, he was sure he'd be next in line to take over, being the godson and all. The vague will has left room for questioning, though. How will he secure what he's worked so hard for?

The death of Lord George was unexpected. A heart attack he was considered too young to have, considering his good health.  The funeral was procession lacking in any tenderness. Anger, nervousness, greed. The air was thick with the fog of it. Grief seemed to be absent among them. Everyone there wants something. Land deeds, money, social standing, freedom, secrets, and revenge. The room hadn’t even fully cleared yet when the first call came in.  When they answer, it’s unmistakably the voice of the man they just buried. It carried his tone, his mannerisms, his knowledge. At first, the calls seem helpful, a gift even. The voice of Lord George gave word towards the things they want most: hidden deeds, letters, secret accounts, long-forgotten scandals. Obsession started to circle the calls. Whatever theories they have, however they feel about the calls, they can’t keep from answering them. They start waiting for them. 

Inspired by the enticing character of Penhaligon’s fragrance line, Portraits. This Lovecraftian horror group gives these characters of English aristocracy a world of their own, one of obsession, identity, and questionable sanity. Each family member is a skeleton that embodies a specific signature fragrance, described by Penhaligons themselves. Taking place in the late 1950’s England, Portraits the RPG is meant to draw them deeper, giving Lord George his own game for all to play. Memories, photographs, letters all change; and slowly, the dead patriarch reemerges to the center of their lives, but do they even remember who he was? It all starts with a phone call, one from the voice of George himself. Despite all of the warnings left behind, will you answer?

How the game works: While you have autonomy over your characters, the phone calls will place events, memories, and items on them individually or collectively. Whether these things have actually happened or not is as much up to you to decide as your characters. The best way to come to any conclusion will be to interact with other characters, compare experiences, and attempt to create an accurate timeline. 

The dangerously charming Lady Blanche wields her beauty like a weapon. The victim? Her poor oblivious husband. Fresh yet spicy. Floral and woody. Golly! This eau de parfum is criminally good. “It would be murder but hardly a crime.” A darling of London Society, and one of the most influential ladies in Britain. Her aloof beauty, mysterious past, and blazing passions are scrutinized by all, from shop-girls to Royalty.  She would do anything to climb the social ladder still further. Her latest scheme was to poison her husband, Lord George, inheriting his wealth and burying his secrets forever! Seems something beat her to the punch.

"The Mercant of Alixandria," ambitious, intelligent, and astute, Sohan has worked diligently with flair and talent to establish himself in the world of affairs. A master key can open many doors. A wily merchant with feet firmly in the world of troublesome affairs. Now that would be telling. The Lord George trusted almost no one. Somehow, Sohan had become an exception. The investor who oversaw it all- world trades, investments- even had a hand in hiding assets. It was easy to see him as a handler of money, but all money buys is problems. Sohan merely invoiced them.

Dear family,

I am sure you are all wondering what has been left to each of you, as I know priorities lie there. 

Before I begin, I ask one thing of you. Do not trust each other with my memory. I do not ask this because any of you are particularly dishonest, which, let’s be frank, some of you are, but because memories are a fragile, impressionable thing. 

My estate is not to be divided immediately preceding my death. There are certain tasks that I have left unfinished. Those take priority.

Within this estate, there are ten particularly important items. Each of these items serves a purpose and resides exactly where they belong. While each serves a great purpose, none are of any value.

If any of these items are to go missing, every remaining asset will be lost to each and every one of you. 

Do not ask why I have chosen to hide each item. Do ask yourself what they are hidden from. If they appear dangerous to you, it is because they are. Proceed with caution.

The cellar is to remain off limits; this now includes the wine cellar. I am afraid you will have to find elsewhere to store your wares. 

I know very well that some of you believe me to be paranoid, that you always have. You would be correct, but it is not without good reason.

Some of you will remember things, remember me differently. Do not find this of any alarm. But do not attempt to argue as to whose version is correct. 

Do not find solace in each other’s certainty. The more you agree, the more dangerous things become. 

My final request is this: when the phone rings, answer with caution. Not all calls come from friends. 

The Penhaligon inheritance is not an estate but a responsibility. 

May god help you all, 

Lord George Penhaligon ————————————————-

Inspired by the enticing character of Penhaligon’s fragrance line, Portraits. This Lovecraftian horror group gives these characters of English aristocracy a world of their own, one of obsession, identity, and questionable sanity. Each family member is a skeleton that embodies a specific signature fragrance, described by Penhaligons themselves. Portraits: the RPG is meant to draw them deeper, giving Lord George his own game for all to play. Memories, photographs, letters all change; and slowly, the dead patriarch reemerges to the center of their lives, but do they even remember who he was? It all starts with a phone call, one from the voice of George himself. Despite all of the warnings left behind, will you answer?

The death of Lord George was unexpected. A heart attack he was considered too young to have, considering his good health.  The funeral was procession lacking in any tenderness. Anger, nervousness, greed. The air was thick with the fog of it. Grief seemed to be absent among them. Everyone there wants something. Land deeds, money, social standing, freedom, secrets, and revenge. The room hadn’t even fully cleared yet when the first call came in.  When they answer, it’s unmistakably the voice of the man they just buried. It carried his tone, his mannerisms, his knowledge. At first, the calls seem helpful, a gift even. The voice of Lord George gave word towards the things they want most: hidden deeds, letters, secret accounts, long-forgotten scandals. Obsession started to circle the calls. Whatever theories they have, however they feel about the calls, they can’t keep from answering them. They start waiting for them. 

Inspired by the enticing character of Penhaligon’s fragrance line, Portraits. This Lovecraftian horror group gives these characters of English aristocracy a world of their own, one of obsession, identity, and questionable sanity. Each family member is a skeleton that embodies a specific signature fragrance, described by Penhaligons themselves. Taking place in the late 1950’s England, Portraits the RPG is meant to draw them deeper, giving Lord George his own game for all to play. Memories, photographs, letters all change; and slowly, the dead patriarch reemerges to the center of their lives, but do they even remember who he was? It all starts with a phone call, one from the voice of George himself. Despite all of the warnings left behind, will you answer?

How the game works: While you have autonomy over your characters, the phone calls will place events, memories, and items on them individually or collectively. Whether these things have actually happened or not is as much up to you to decide as your characters. The best way to come to any conclusion will be to interact with other characters, compare experiences, and attempt to create an accurate timeline. 

After a very inconvenient issue with tumblr and the promo blog being marked as spam, the account has been restored. I deeply apologize for the delay.

As promised, the main is up and running and can be found here: