The world is neon and dust.There is nothing more than the flesh. There is nothing greater than the wires. There is nothing to dream that is not sold and nothing to worship that is not made. It is a mirrorshade world of human reflections, every red hunger and every black passion worshiped in cathedrals of glass and greed. The great love their sins like children and the least want only... [click here for more]
The world is neon and dust.There is nothing more than the flesh. There is nothing greater than the wires. There is nothing to dream that is not sold and nothing to worship that is not made. It is a mirrorshade world of human reflections, every red hunger and every black passion worshiped in cathedrals of glass and greed. The great love their sins like children and the least want only... [click here for more]
The stars gutter and the skies fade and the earth grows weary with years. Ages of men and of Outsiders have ascended and been forgotten, and only the bones of their cities and the dust of their dreams remain upon this tired world. The Legacy of their laws is woven deep now, the edicts of dead gods and fallen sorcerer-kings made to trace patterns of power we no longer understand. We are heirs to... [click here for more]
First glimpsed in the pages of the Worlds Without Number RPG, an unfathomably far-future world of decadent sorcery and daring blades is now revealed in the Atlas of the Latter Earth. More than two hundred pages of fact and surmise are packed into this gazetteer, a full setting guide trimmed with additional game content for Worlds Without Number... [click here for more]
The stars gutter and the skies fade and the earth grows weary with years. Ages of men and of Outsiders have ascended and been forgotten, and only the bones of their cities and the dust of their dreams remain upon this tired world. The Legacy of their laws is woven deep now, the edicts of dead gods and fallen sorcerer-kings made to trace patterns of power we no longer understand. We are heirs to... [click here for more]
Gobelins creep through the chill pine forests and loup-garous cry out under the gibbous moon. Villagers shiver within the palisade, only the midnight churchbells to comfort them in the deep winter night. Cruel Fae and grim beasts and fell pagan spears press in on them from every side, but God and the tales of their mighty heroes of old shall preserve them. This is Montfroid, a cold shore on the... [click here for more]
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