Three hundred years ago the Great Empire planted colonies on the forbidding shores of the newly discovered northern continent.
One hundred and fifty years ago, all communication with the Empire ceased. No more ships arrived and all ships that sailed southwards were lost to all knowledge. In the chaos and wars that followed the Disappearance, the settlers and natives merged and founded new societies.
Now, bleak, charnel-house, ships sail northwards, crewed by animate corpses and captained by unspeakable monstrosities...
Either D&D meets All Flesh Must Be Eaten, or a particularly grim GURPS horror parallel, it hardly matters. What matters is where you and your players go with it...
[New Magic Item] Bone Splinter of the Hated Saint
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Bone Splinter of the Hated Saint With practiced precision Thoz dropped the
bone fragment in the hood of his rival, Nomandis.‘I still say this is
cruel,’ wh...
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