"I merely wrote what the room told me"
The Chronicle · the campaign writes itself
Nobody wants to be the note-taker. In Séance Table, the house is the scribe: every sitting, every scene raised, every clue surrendered, every roll and its outcome, every wound and every point of sanity lost — recorded in order, automatically, while you play.
Open the Chronicle between sittings and the chapters are already written: who faced the thing in the well, who fled, who spent their luck and who grew from the night's lessons.
When a campaign runs for months, memory is the first casualty. The Chronicle never forgets — and never editorialises.
More from the house:
The voice was not his own Scenery that moves of its own accord Letters arrive for guests who never gave their names Red string found spanning the boarding-house wall He alone heard the whispering One hundred faces on the wheel Spiritualists convene across impossible distances Not one sitting missed Blows exchanged properly Investigators made while you wait Lessons retained Papers kept in order Persons supplied The circle's wall Weather supplied Discretion assured Interruptions staged
The voice was not his own Scenery that moves of its own accord Letters arrive for guests who never gave their names Red string found spanning the boarding-house wall He alone heard the whispering One hundred faces on the wheel Spiritualists convene across impossible distances Not one sitting missed Blows exchanged properly Investigators made while you wait Lessons retained Papers kept in order Persons supplied The circle's wall Weather supplied Discretion assured Interruptions staged