Merging Lands is a Dark Fantasy Tabletop RPG of ruin, metamorphosis and decaying identities.
Currently being developed by @Prtelli and @Lost_In_Doodles
This is it. The Merging Lands demo now has a physical copy. We handed out a few of these to various Game Masters to continue the playtests and ensure that the book will ship in its best state.
Thank you for your patience, expect more soon.
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Yarvas stares at our world from the Eternal River above. He shaped us, gave us a face, gave us humanity, then moved on. Maybe we weren't meant to be remembered to begin with.
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Somewhere far east lies a monastery born of stone, where the last living giant writes.
Absorbed, the scribe takes notes of the past, of everything she ever witnessed.
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The fields of Boneflowers bloom as the corpses of the small folks are being thrown out of the capital's gutter.
Not far behind, the puppets of the mad god scavenge these places in search of suitable materials to offer their master.
One day the Merged King sent his legion to recover a lost fragment, a primordial shard never seen and known by men of this era.
Those who stood before his army understood that no words, no reasoning could prevent the calamity that was happening before their eyes.
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The roads leading to the emerald swamp are left empty, only littered by the fools who tried their luck with the face snatchers. What happens when one steals so many faces? Every visage a life, a mind, a will absorbed. Until its vessel hatches
Fort Scathan rises from a lake's reflection. Life within is peaceful. Quiet. It has to be. A prince sleeps above. He must always sleep. Or the mirror will break, and the fools with it.
The merge is destroying whatever structures remain of the Old Country.
Walls, eroded are suspended in limbo, neither falling nor standing. Most of them are gone.
The tombs seem to persist however, as if only death offered a refuge from the merge.
Playtests continue as new wanderers are being pulled inside the King’s grasp. How long until you become something else?
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
The past few days marked the first true playtest of Merging Lands, 2 years ago we started with fragments scattered on a page, this week those fragments were at the heart of our table’s discussions.
We march on 🧿
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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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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.