
A contract at the inn
“GM: ✦A tavern at a crossroads, late evening. Smoke, sour beer, tables going quiet when a stranger walks in. By the hearth sits a grey-haired man with two swords and yellow eyes, an untouched bowl in…”

The Continent, where monsters are more honest than men.
The Continent, where monsters are more honest than men. The war left burned villages and full graveyards, refugees walk the highways, and for a handful of crowns a witcher will clear drowners from a ford or work out who really killed the alderman's daughter — the beast or her own father. Here you ar...

“GM: ✦A tavern at a crossroads, late evening. Smoke, sour beer, tables going quiet when a stranger walks in. By the hearth sits a grey-haired man with two swords and yellow eyes, an untouched bowl in…”

“GM: ✦Upper chambers of a castle, deep night. Candles, maps of the Continent spread out, lilac and gooseberry over the smell of burning from the streets. A woman in black with violet eyes does not…”

“GM: ✦A mountain road, grey noon. The convoy has stopped: the lead cart is overturned, the horse unhitched, and on the rocks along the road there are fresh gouges, far too high for a man. A woman with…”