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Playtests continue as new wanderers are being pulled inside the King’s influence. How long until you lose yourself?

Will you incarn the orphan who ought to become a legend or the lord, bound to lose everything and everyone?

These abominations struck without warning, like a grotesque wave of twisted horrors

They once stood where we are now. They once had the same mission as ours.

But something took them. And toyed with them like playthings

We were all terrified of what would happen if we were to also change

Never been this stressed of conducting a playtest and never been this relieved of it playing out exceptionnally well, we are SO back

The Tesselated Knights patrol the streets of the capital, carrying out the will of the saints concealed within the tallest towers of the holy city. Their armor embodies their faith in Yarvas, ever shifting, unpredictable like the god itself.

#ttrpg #jdr #knight #digitalart #conceptart

The earth trembled from its steps. From within its armor came the cries of those it had already taken, clawing at the metal, trying to tear their way out.

In that moment, being crushed by its hammer felt like the gentler fate.

We should have listened to the old man's advice.

Finally got it

All across the Forests of the Gravefields, ivory saplings have begun to grow from the petrified bodies of the Old Giants. These pale growths made of animal and human bones seem to follow death and only take root in the corpse of these Titans of stone.

#forest #illustration #rain

It surrounds us, pressing from every direction.
Mountains born from the pull. Nameless Cities rendered uninhabitable. What remains is a cage rising to the clouds, slowly collapsing, beyond any hope of stabilization.

The all-city.

Beneath the capital’s moats stretch the gravefields.
Plains, lakes, and forests scarred by centuries of war, where countless nations lie compressed into one morbid land. The walls there are colorless and the crowns have long since lost their names to rust. Only the trees seem to keep on living.

Just finished Roadwarden. What an exceptional game. The writing is outstanding.
There’s something deeply moving about helping people build a life in a land where everything is against them.
This game's humanity resonated with me like few others have in a long time.

Playing Toem for the first time, after not even 5 seconds of unlocking the filters, I discover I can recreate the Megamind meme, I fear this is peak

100%, I’d say precision matters more than scale, but imo this applies only to TTRPG which are not attached to any franchise. Anything with a bigger backing gains by being large at the cost of being generic.

how did you get to this conclusion and in what way could one be « specific » from your POV?

The face snatchers, sent by the Merged King, have slowly begun raiding the western villages.

The contested territories are now mostly silent at night, except for the rattle these creatures make when finding their next victims.

For what kind of twisted purpose would one need thousands of faces?