All the stories they told you about what it would be like after you died? They were wrong.There is no Heaven and there is no Hell. There’s only the Underworld, with the ravening maw of Oblivion at the bottom and the impossible dream of Transcendence at the top. And in between, all the Restless Dead.Are you ready to join them? ... [click here for more]
Autumn Leaves Tumble Down
The Dreaming is a vast and ever-changing place, especially in the turbulent time of the Evanescence. New dreams take shape as Winter winds howl outside the windows and Glamour fights to bring light and warmth to a world where hearts go cold even as temperatures rise. Changelings everywhere must make a dangerous choice – unite and stand together against the rising dark…... [click here for more]
There’s room for everybody at the game table
The Fate Accessibility Toolkit offers a wealth of advice and guidance for Fate Core that brings characters with disabilities into your game and supports players with disabilities at your table. We’ve assembled a team from disabled communities to ensure that this book speaks to you from their real, lived experiences.
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The horror doesn’t stop just because you’re dead, my friend. You could say it’s only just begun.Hell, I’ve been living inside your head for enough years to know your every tick, your every tension, your every failing and foible. It seems perverse that I had to wait until you were dead to act on each of them. At least now I can poke and prod you to my heart’s content,... [click here for more]
All the stories they told you about what it would be like after you died? They were wrong.There is no Heaven and there is no Hell. There’s only the Underworld, with the ravening maw of Oblivion at the bottom and the impossible dream of Transcendence at the top. And in between, all the Restless Dead.Are you ready to join them? ... [click here for more]
With careful stitches and meticulous work, a ragdoll carefully sews back a torn limb on a panda who is crying out his troubles (girl troubles… isn’t it always a girl?) while he sips from a daintily painted teacup filled with brandy. In another room in the shoebox house she calls home, the ragdoll’s other patients wait patiently for her craft. A Mekka bulldozer, metal with chipping... [click here for more]
Her voice was childlike, calling my name from across the bonfire, asking if I would take her to the sunshine. I got up from the fire and made my way to the looming iron gate. From beyond it, my name wavered across the wind. “Amanda, Amanda. I want to see my sunshine.”
My feet crunched across the dead grass as I crossed the threshold, and she takes my hands and leads me away in a chorus... [click here for more]
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