Project Homunculus
From Their Malformed Bones Shall Grow
a desperate grasp from a dying empire
The Preamble
Across the Frontier, upon the lands betwixt the Free States and the Empire, the line of Imperial claim crashes and crumbles against Free State sovereignty. Praetored Cities once held...
Open scene: A family on the run from the empire.
Caught in a caravan checkpoint. The sun hangs high over every head. Its heat. Its light. Without a single mercy.
Neath the shade of caravan tarps, a family huddles close. The father bids the others not to worry. All will be well. The children...
Bump in the night, the wagon wheels rolled. Frantic as team of horses raced. Gaunt and terrible things. Whipped on by a cadaverous coachman. Hit every rock and ditch there in the road with horrible cracks and thunderous clacks.
Still the great iron rimmed rounds and steel shod hooves ripped...
Founded beneath a sky set to two moons, the Beloved and the Beast, the Malcazadores serves as a guild for monster hunters throughout Khurun. With Dens established and maintained throughout Ilica and Suldaza, Malcazadores stalk the continents in search of bounty and prey. Finding what refuge...
Player namer: Garuda
Pronouns: he/they
Timezone: Pacific Standard -8 GMT
Contact: feel free to reach me via discord or direct message
Things to know. 1. I am a glutton. 2. I am disgusting. 3. I am not innocent. 4. Some people say I am an asshole.
Open to most types of play, from slice of...
Yo! For those of you I am in threads with, I will be extra floaty this week with posts because I am traveling about and visiting with family.
I might get a rogue post or two out in the duration of travel, but just want to let everyone know. Should be back home and back to regular business...
“Was a horrible thing, an evil thing. A thing born from all the swirl of madness we bring to those killing fields. It cared not for friend or foe. Bancroft or Larodan, its blade chopped them down all the same, like lambs on butcherin day, and it didn’ matter how many bolts we put into the damn...
Art by: Feng Zhu
For Hagga (Frank) and Isra (Crow)
Whatever your reason, however you got there, one thing was for certain. You find yourself sitting at a long table in a tavern called, Draco's Folly. Adventurers and mercenary's loiter about. Chatting and sharing food, drink, and secrets alike...
art by Simon Harvey
Thread for Aramirn (Aero) - Osuin (Cros)
It was meal time at a crossroads. Camp set a small hike off of Pegasus' Way, tents pitched and fires starting to spark to life. With days of travel behind you, the promised rest brings comfort. A hunting party had been sent out...
More commonly referred to as demons, Shroud Fiends are anomalous beings spawned from the Shroud itself. Thought to express the psychic essence of mortality, Shroud Fiends are regarded with great prudence, if not outright prejudice by the world at large.
Often seen as wholly evil, things spawned...
Extremely rare, Fiend Hearts are shroud stones corrupted by the Blight. Sometimes found amidst purged Blight thickets, sometimes made through heretical ritual or process, these strange artifacts are deemed ineffable by every sect of conventional society, as the potential harm they carry is...
An anomalous manifestation of the world, Blight, lies all across the lands of Khurun. Behaving much like a weed, blight grows rampant in the right conditions, and has been observed to feed on the Shroud itself. While its exact origins are a mystery, the conditions wherein it is found follow an...
“Where the stone meets the sea. There Altalusia shall be. Bright blade upon the sky, singing for all who try.
To reach her. ”
— Ser Valtameri, Knight Captain of the Shimmering Hold.
An old and proud kingdom that holds on fiercely to its independence, Altalusia is caught betwixt the...
It is said, as it is written. The Deva are of the most ancient empire. Their splendor, won by blood. A people who had spread their roots across the whole of the known world. From Ilica to Suldaza. Cities that shined. Cities that sang. Their lives as long as the Ring itself.
All turned to ash...
"The term “Beastkin” along with Wildblood, and Clawfolk do not describe any specific peoples. In fact, these monikers are little more than marks of common and widespread ignorance.
Ask a member of the Canus people, with their long snouts, wet noses, and rough coats of fur what they call...
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