Tobias “Toby” Iwealla was supposed to have things under control.
For months, his Adze curse was just one more quiet horror in Saint Augustine’s Industrial District: a Vampire and his Shadow, buried in an old warehouse full of rust, concrete, and secrets. Then, one night, the flies stop listening.
They pour out of his haven like smoke: out of broken vents, through loading docks, over the river. People talk about a “black cloud” over the factories. Pets fall sick. Fish start floating up in the water. Something in Toby’s Shadow has shifted from “kill what’s in front of you” to “poison everything.”
That’s where you come in.
You’re not a cop, or a firefighter, or a heroic mortal. You’re a problem the city doesn’t even know exists: a Vampire, a Lycanthrope, or a Witch. You owe Toby and you fear what will happen if Hunters get to him first. You’ve seen enough omens to know this isn’t just another bad night.
The situation is simple and ugly:
Toby’s Shadow is driving him to turn Saint Augustine into a slow ecological disaster.
Hunters are already on the ground and will kill anything remotely supernatural, including you.
Every delay, every detour, every mistake, every fight you pick gives the swarm more time to spread.
“Lord of the Flies” is a short guided adventure that drops you into that pressure cooker. You move through the Industrial District using the usual oracles and tables, trying to reach Toby before the damage becomes permanent. You can try to save him, contain him, weaponize the chaos, or put him down. None of those paths are clean.
And even if you win, if you somehow stop the swarm before the wetlands, before the water, before the point of no return, it doesn’t feel like a victory lap. Because once the smoke clears, the news feeds and whispered rumors start to line up in a way you can’t ignore. Other swarms. Other “accidents.” Dead oceans. Sick skies.
Whatever is pushing Toby’s Shadow isn’t local. It’s global, and it’s getting louder. If you’ve read or played The Legacy of Cthulhu, you already know what that means: “Lord of the Flies” sits right on the fault line, in the last nights before the world finally tips over.
That’s the story: a debt to a friend, a city on the edge of contamination, humans who want you dead, and the first real taste that the end of the world isn’t coming because of you. It’s coming no matter what you do.
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