All Flesh Must Be Eaten Legion of the ...

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by Dylan Craig
"
Faire Camerone,
they call it. Means to 'do a Camerone' -- 'sfrom a battle where eight of
ours bayonet-charged a few hundred Mexican cavalry in the closing minutes of some
uneven battle. Eight against a thousand, know what I mean? That's the Legion for you.
Death and glory. But what if it's eight Legionnaires against a thousand Legionnaires --
and the thousand are already dead? That's what me and my seven mates are thinking,
here in this trench . . . "
It is the winter of 18__. Europe finds itself under assault by the undead, who are spreading their
zones of influence along the Mediterranean coast and up into the heartlands of France, Italy,
Greece, and Spain. These beleaguered nations are holding them off, for now, but it cannot be long
before their resolve breaks and the undead columns march inexorably into Germany, Russia, and
the rest of the continent.
It was eighteen months ago that the French Minister of War began to receive the first desperate
communications from the commanders of the larger Algerian garrisons. Entire companies were
going missing while on patrol; traces of bloody battle were usually found, most of which indicated
that the Legionnaires and their native auxiliaries had been attacked by a superior force and wiped
out, but not a single body could ever be recovered. In addition, the desert patrols were discovering
more and more abandoned native settlements. The commanders urgently requested reinforcements;
all the signs indicated that a fresh offensive against the colonial presence was being prepared, and
the commanders wanted the wherewithal to march against the mountain strongholds which they
suspected would be used as staging points, to destroy the offensive before it got off the ground.
The reinforcements were duly dispatched; large recruitment drives across the continent ensured
that a steady stream of volunteers poured into the Foreign Legion's training battalions. If the
Algerian rebels were indeed massing for attack, then the preemptive strike envisaged by the Legion
commanders could, if successful, finish the rebels as a military force for decades, and the French
government intended to provide the generals with all the manpower they needed for such a task.
It took nine months for the preparations to be completed; during this time, patrol losses had
become so regular that commanders feared a wide-scale mutiny if they continued to assign patrol
duties. However, to everyone's relief, the long-awaited offensive had still not materialized, and
with the disembarkation of the reinforcements and the commencement of their march into the
interior, most felt that the shoe was about to be transferred, firmly, to the other foot. Fortresses
were stripped of all but their essential staff; three massive Legion columns were assembled and
prepared to strike deep into rebel territory. It was there that they met their long-lost Legion
comrades.
 There were no survivors.
Weeks went by, then months. To send out an expeditionary force to determine the fate of the three
columns would have required further depletion of the now-tiny Legion garrison; this was being
painstakingly debated via telegraph, when all communication from Algeria ceased. Civilian
shipping which had fled the Algerian coast spoke of towns falling to an unstoppable assault by
armies of Legionnaires! The French government had little chance to react to this news before
further reports that coastal towns all along the Mediterranean coast were now under artillery and
infantry assault. Reports were patchy, but refugees fleeing north spoke of the renegade
Legionnaires as demons or madmen, impervious to damage and with a terrible lust for human
flesh.
What the French government didn't know -- in fairness,
could
not know -- was that the
Legionnaires currently laying waste to
belle France
were no longer human, or even alive. Raised
from the dead by ancient magics, they were now the tools of a vengeful Algerian sorcerer-hermit,
whose agenda was nothing less than the complete subjugation and extermination of the Western
heathen invaders.
All attempts at diplomacy or interaction of any sort failed. Town after town fell, and as the first
shells began to slam into Paris, the French government fled to London. There, in hushed
conferences, the heads of the European states have begun their debates on how to counter this
seemingly unstoppable invasion.
Several courses of action have already been suggested, but rivalries, suspicion, and hidden agendas
have proved to be an insurmountable problem in this regard. For instance; a Prussian suggestion
for incendiary attacks on "infested" French cities by air was vetoed by the French as a transparent
excuse to cripple the French industrial base, and a French request for gunboats to destroy the
Algerian ports which seem to be the resupply nexus for the invasion force was met with
unequivocal scorn as the other delegates accused the French representatives of trying to save
themselves the expense and effort of pacifying their own rogue colonies. While the delegates
bicker, European cities are emptying and entire armies are deserting in the face of the Legion
onslaught. If the invasion is to be stopped, something must be done soon.
Only Great Britain, isolated from the threat for the time being, has maintained a cool head; the
British training camps and steelyards are busy day and night, preparing the army and navy for the
battles to come. It is even rumored that agents of the Foreign Office have penetrated into Legion-
held territories to gather intelligence about the invaders, their leaders, and their plans for conquest.
Hungry Ones:
These ancient spirits are the motivating force
behind the Legion. Pale, glowing shapes devoid of form, they
exist partially in our world and partially in the next. They can
pass through solid objects, float above the ground, and change
their shape (but not their consistency or color) at will. Their
presence is indicated by a thin, piping, ceaseless wail.
Zombie Legionnaire
Str: 2
Dex: 2
Int: 1
Per: 1
Con: 2
Wil: 2
Spd: 4
Ess: 6
In game terms, they can be thought of as bundles of pure
Essence. Each Hungry One has 20 Essence; these points are used
up in the process of raising Legionnaires. The expenditure of a
single Essence point raises all dead bodies within
D6x3
yards.
When a Hungry One's Essence is depleted, it ceases to exist; in
addition, they cannot regain Essence by any means. However,
five separate Hungry Ones can 'spawn' a new Hungry One with a
full complement of Essence by each expending an Essence Point.
This process takes one hour.
DPs: 15
Pow: 25
Skills:
Brawling 2, Guns
(Rifle) 2, Guns (Machine
Gun) 2, Hand Weapon
(Bayonet) 2, Stealth 1
Weak Spot:
The Heart
Getting Around
: Life-like
Hungry Ones are highly susceptible to the powers of the
Strength:
Dead Joe Average,
 Inspired; an Inspired spending Essence Points to banish a
Hungry One only needs to match half their target's remaining
Essence, or a third if their attempt takes place while standing in a
location particularly significant to their faith. Damage caused by
miracles such as
Holy Fire
is applied to directly to Essence if
used on a Hungry One, and miracles such as
Binding
are also
effective against them.
Damage Resistant
Senses:
Like the Dead, X-ray
Vision
Sustenance:
Daily,
Sweetbreads (Heart)
Intelligence:
Tool Use 2,
Teamwork
Spreading the Love:
Only
the Dead
Gear:
Lebel Rifle (use 7.62
bolt-action civilian rifle, but
reduce CAP to 8)
Story Ideas
Last Train out of Nice
The characters are the commanding officers of a ragged French
unit whose orders are to hold the railway station of the city of
Nice until the civilian population can be evacuated. They have a
few hours to prepare their defenses before the Legion arrive in
strength. Can they hold their line in the face of artillery,
unstoppable wave assaults, and ammunition shortages? When the
command center is cut off from the last train as it departs, can
they cut their way through a wall of foes to reach safety?
Note: Zombie
Legionnaires do not
Spread the Love. This
task is undertaken by the
packs of Hungry Ones
that follow the Legions.
The number of Hungry
Ones in existence at any
one time may never
exceed 144; in general,
one Hungry One is
encountered per twenty
Legionnaires, to a
maximum of 15-20 per
area, city, or battle.
Cloak and Dagger
The characters are agents of the British Foreign Office, on
assignment to gather intelligence about conditions behind enemy
lines. Expecting a sympathetic local population and counting on
the anonymity bestowed by being a "face in a crowd," they are
completely unprepared for the utter desolation they encounter.
Nothing moves but the Legion Patrols and scavenging animals;
Paris is a boneyard piled high with the half-eaten bodies of
executed civilians. Several mysterious, robed humans are also in
evidence, and appear to display some kind of control over the
Legionnaires The characters must decide which aspects of their
mission are still attainable, and then try to survive until their
pickup returns in a week's time.
Zombie Legionnaires do
not feed indiscriminately,
and will wait until a
battle is finished before
feasting.
Meat Trap
Only a corpse with an
intact heart may be
raised as a Zombie.
The information gathered by covert investigations behind enemy
lines has revealed the weaknesses and origin of the Zombie
Legions to the British government. To replenish its losses and feed its soldiers, the Zombie Legion
requires hearts. If the zombie hordes can be trapped somewhere where "food" is low, and then
attacked at long range, the armies of the living might just have a chance to strike a telling blow.
Trainloads of convicts and "political undesirables" are shipped from all over France, Germany, and
Russia to provide the bait; several easily isolatable towns in the path of the Legion advance are
cleared and booby-trapped. All the characters have to do is provide token resistance, and then pull
back to the trenches and let the artillery and mines do their job. But what if an inopportune riot
among the prisoners traps them between the convicts and the advancing undead? Conversely, what
if one of the players recognizes a relative, old friend, or lover among the "bait" as they withdraw?
Article publication date: May 4, 2001
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