Benton | Incunabuli
http://Incunabuli.com — Adventure Gothic.
A pen-and-paper RPG by Benton.
Currently posting: Rumors, lies, and fairytales from the Littoral Superposition.
- If a siren can't woo and devour a sailor, she’ll pick oysters from their beds and suck them down with gusto.
- By the Winnowing's end, the red sky fades; life resumes. None will speak of those who disappeared under the red aurora.
- On some nights, dull pounding echoes from the dry catacombs beneath land. The catacombs were locked from the inside. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
- The walls of Hellebore Castle's catacombs are etched with images of tentacled beasts. Things move and slither dryly behind the walls. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
- Humanity's skill in sorcery swells once again. Without caution, they'll burn to nothing all that remains of their tiny, frayed world.
- The ancients built Tombs; resting places for secrets which they'd rather the world forget.
- Steel has long been humanity's strongest ally in its long war against the encroaching Otherworld. Its cold weight burns the flesh of ælves.
- Iron-clad, fiery industry is the mark of the Coast, the mark of civilization. It is the force by which humans resist the Otherworld.
- In the depths of Tombs rest relics of a wicked kind. Secrets too terrible to be told, but too beautiful to be destroyed.
- Humanity rarely learns. Just two millennia after burying the Sorceries which would have ended their World, greedy hands unearth them again.