
A bonfire in the ruins
“GM: ✦A ruined courtyard, grey evening. At its centre a blade is driven into the ash, a dim flame trembling around it. A knight in worn armor with a sun on his surcoat sits by the fire warming his…”

The Age of Fire is burning out. Kingdoms stand empty, the gods have left or gone mad, and the dead no longer stay dead: those cursed with the Dark rise again and again until they forget their own name and go Hollow.
The Age of Fire is burning out. Kingdoms stand empty, the gods have left or gone mad, and the dead no longer stay dead: those cursed with the Dark rise again and again until they forget their own name and go Hollow. You are one of them. You have a brand, a rusted weapon and a bonfire to return to no...

“GM: ✦A ruined courtyard, grey evening. At its centre a blade is driven into the ash, a dim flame trembling around it. A knight in worn armor with a sun on his surcoat sits by the fire warming his…”

“GM: ✦A forge in an old temple: the hearth eats the darkness with orange, unfinished blades hang along the walls, the air smells of scale and wet stone. A huge bald smith hammers at a blade without…”

“GM: ✦A throne room open to the sky: the vault has collapsed and slow grey ash falls through it. The thrones are empty but one. At the foot of the stairs stands a woman in black with a golden band…”