Discard All Hope

The Institute has been declared an enemy of the state — its research confiscated, its institutions sacked, its agents killed. It is resourceful, and it has recovered from worse. But the apocalypse will not wait. You are the Director's personal bodyguard: a deadly sorcerer with a mind so eroded by cosmic forces that only a cursed helmet keeps it together. You have not done field work in nearly a century. A senior researcher in the sea town of Brein has persuaded the Institute to send whoever they can spare. That is you.