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Jessy's Story

Jessy's Story is told through a series of roleplaying session recaps by Adam Kratz with illustrations by Larissa Darrah on Beyond Elysium, a horror blog. The story follows Jessy Button, born Jessica Buckle, a small town girl turned big city Instagram influencer. As she tries to settle into the world of luxury, Jessy seeks out why people are after the captivating luxury ring left to her by her late mother. Jessy's Story takes place in Toronto, Canada in the universe of the tabletop roleplaying game Kult: Divinity Lost.


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Arc 1 available now! 

Arc 2 begins in January 2020. 

Jessy's Story contains adult material.


Jessy Button Character Portrait


Jessy gazes into the abyss in her nightmare


On the rooftop, IR heaters are making the cold winter night bearable while the floor is shaken by the bass below. Strong-smelling vape smoke is thick in the air, but Jessy and Tan stand off near the edge to share a joint and speak privately. Tan takes an instant interest in her ring, offering up ridiculous sums of cash for it. Jessy, put on the spot, stammers out that she has to think about it, which Tan accepts for the moment.

The thing moves, and screams, and wails for Jessy to come closer


Jessy attends a pool party

When Artyom stands up, Jessy realizes that he must be well past eight feet tall. A white plastic, expressionless mask has been crudely stapled onto his face with thick, metal clamps. The suit is ill-fitting: Artyom is much too tall, his flayed body stretched and ripped beyond any repair. Gangrene spreads from his head and down his neck, dried and cracked black tissue. Mid-thigh, his legs have been cut off and rusted metal stakes have been forced into his body and screwed into his legs with iron bolts and wires.


Jessy is confronted by Wilma


Jessy places her hand over the wound, and when the blood gushes over her ring, it burns. Something screeches to a halt, far away, and Simon’s agonized crying becomes a choir of likeminded euphoric suffering. Jessy realizes in that moment that the garbage bags surrounding her are filled with body parts, that beyond the barricaded door lies not the hotel but some other place entirely. She can not see Artyom behind her, but she feels him. There is no disguise covering his broken and rebuilt body in this place.


Jessy seeks out Wilma


[...]crates, rotted and wet sleeping bags, and a haphazardly built mound of old, soiled mattresses at its center. Wilma lays atop it, though except the bulging brown eyes with their hateful look she is nigh unrecognizable. Old, and haggard, clad in rags and fine jewelry and covered by stained mattresses, she is anything but the beauty Jessy saw in her dreams. She wouldn’t be able to fight back, if Jessy decided that violence was the answer. The rosy fragrance from earlier comes into the room with Wilma’s underlings, and they close the door behind them.