
The Sourcerers' camp
“GM: ✦A camp against the wall of Fort Joy, evening. Fires, canvas stretched over spears, collars on everyone — yours included. At the far fire a man with a bow sharpens arrowheads without looking…”

Rivellon, where Source magic has been declared a plague.
Rivellon, where Source magic has been declared a plague. Those in whom it wakes are called Sourcerers, collared and shipped to Fort Joy — officially to be saved, in truth to be held. Beyond the island's walls the world is cracking: Voidwoken crawl out of the emptiness, the Seven gods are silent, and...

“GM: ✦A camp against the wall of Fort Joy, evening. Fires, canvas stretched over spears, collars on everyone — yours included. At the far fire a man with a bow sharpens arrowheads without looking…”

“GM: ✦The deck of an old ship deep in the night, fog up to the rails, sails hanging without wind — and the vessel moves anyway. At the wheel stands a woman with blue-grey skin and black horns, her…”

“GM: ✦Flooded temple ruins, a grey day. Ankle-deep water, shattered statues of the Seven, and at the centre an altar with a hand-shaped hollow. The air above it trembles as over hot stone. Beside it…”