Aftermath - Forever Wondering
With the completion of the campaign, the players contributed to an Afterward. This details the Investigators' perceived 'success'(?) in stopping the King in Yellow, as well as to speculate on the future of the two survivors.
Having located Francesca in Bombay, Nathaniel Browne asks her to return to England with him; a request to which she happily agrees. The two eloped near the end of April 1931, having attended the Inverness memorial service for Andrew Saunders. Finding themselves in America, Browne finally meets with Robert Chambers, where, although neither speaks of the King, they each know that they have felt its influence and witnessed its horrors. Nathaniel and Francesca return to England shortly afterwards and settle in the West Country.
Meanwhile, Captain Withers marries the widow Morrison in a small, private church ceremony on the 14th of December, 1931. Over the next few years, he and Browne met on occasion to reminisce and wonder if, and when, the King in Yellow's presence might be felt once again. When war stirs in Europe, both believe this is the King's influence, and worry whether armies united under the banner of the yellow sign might soon be marching across the continent. There is relief when this is discovered not to be the case…
All things come to pass...
The Brownes' first child arrives in February 1932 stillborn, and despite trying, they had great difficulty conceiving again.
Nathaniel continues his writing, and despite never turning in an adequate sequel to “The Tatters of the King”, he garnered quite a reputation for his horror fiction. His book “The Frozen Tomb” about an ancient horror buried beneath the Antarctic Ice whose dreams invade those of researchers in the southern continent, enjoys some popularity, however, especially after the tragic Starkweather-Moore expedition of 1933 makes the news.
Eventually, a living son, Andrew Frederick Browne, is born on the 18th of February 1937, although the birth is difficult and Francesca almost perishes during the labour. After this, Nathaniel's stories become, like Chambers before him, light romances and social melodramas. Fortunately, in wartime England, these proved very successful, although critically reviled. Indeed, one of these, “Love at Sea” - a tale of an author meeting a beautiful woman on an ocean liner to India - is a decade later made into a film starring Alec Guinness.
In 1941, during the Blitz, disaster was to strike. Visiting relatives in the outskirts of London, Francesca is killed when a building, weakened by enemy munitions, collapses. Andrew, who was with Francesca at the time, is also assumed dead, the body unrecoverable. The boy, however, traumatised by the event, wanders, dazed, into London, where he is eventually picked up by the police and placed in an orphanage. Psychologically overwhelmed, he does not speak a word for the next three years.
With the death of his wife and son, Nathaniel's writing becomes, once more, dark and brooding. His stories are now haunted, disjointed tales, full of Faustian bargains and unutterable sacrifices. Eventually, the author begins planning an archaeological excavation in the Nepalese highlands, a journey to be funded from his own, not insubstantial, fortune. On the morning of November 1st, 1947, however, he is found dead in his study, shot through the head…a revolver lying in his right hand. Neighbours would later comment that, on the night in question, they might have seen a large car parked outside the house (possibly one similar to an army staff car?), but no one can say for certain. What they all do attest to, however, was the heated argument that took place in Browne's home, in which the word 'Carcosa' was heard shouted, and also something about a 'King'. Unable to find any trace of foul play and discovering copious supplies of opium in both Nathaniel's study and his blood, the case is quickly deemed a suicide. Thankfully, the police do not notice the burned remains of several maps, notes and books in the fireplace.
To everyone's surprise, Nathaniel left his estate to a long-absent second cousin, thought to be living in Australia. However, with the executors unable to find this heir, and strictly forbidden by the will from dispersing Browne's holdings, the house - and all the rest of the author's assets - are simply locked up and left in a trust.
Withers, veteran of two world wars, attended Browne's funeral but would only say that his fiend's past was probably 'best left a closed book'. Settled and happily married, the Colonel had long ago left the horrors of Carcosa and Leng far behind him… except for the occasional dream. As the only true survivor of the entire incredible affair, behind closed doors he mourned the loss of all his old companions (none more so than Frederick) and would remain forever fearful of the King's return…
In the years after Nathaniel's death, his books experienced an incredible surge in popularity, likely due, in no small part, to the mysterious circumstances surrounding his demise. As such his publishers soon arranged for his last unfinished work to be completed by another leading author, and this would quickly be seen as Browne's true magnum opus. A work of great emotional power, it borrowed heavily from the real-world adventure of Nathaniel and his friends, even though its readers will never know it. This novel is seen as so unique that scholars decades later would continue to debate the symbolism and hidden meanings.
History Repeats?
In 1965, undergoing hypnosis as part of this psychotherapy (and by sheer coincidence, in the Bartlett Clinic of the Tavistock Institute), the now adult Andrew Browne - known as Alan Tate - remembers his real name and his family. Discovering that he is the only surviving relative of Nathaniel, he soon learnt that he was to inherit the Browne family home and the trust's remaining assets.
Taking up residence in the old house, which has become overgrown and run down, he learns much of his family history, and while cleaning up the fireplace in his father's study, discovers a loose brick. After some effort, it falls free with a jolt, revealing an old journal, embossed with a strange yellow sign…