Casket Land ⚰️

I watched as Tigernmas cut them down, the Ozark Coil in his hand slick with blood, and then black with rot. kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

Their eyes are crazed, their skin mottled by the red lichen that grows - devotion to a god that brings nothing but pain has ruined their form. THE CULTIST fled Tig's swamp...but did they leave behind their devotion to Cruach? kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

“Don’t ever give them a second passage.” THE FERRYMAN class deals with transitions, navigating what was, what is, and what will become should you ever journey twice on their raft. kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

"They pull up things better left drowned." If the CASKET LAND campaign reaches 200 project shares - with the #CASKETLAND or #CRUACH the Dredger Class will be uncovered. kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

A man stands outside a pile of dried pine, gripping a strange lantern in one hand. A wet red tinge spreads across the dirty bandages that cover the stump where his other hand used to be. You know it's not blood that you see, it something much worse. kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

What strikes you, is how Loam has begun to move. Guarded, tight, anxious... ... Afraid. You didn't know he had any emotions under those wrappings, and you wish you had never learned. kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

Loam grabs your shoulder, the sharp pain of his touch burning down into your bones, you gasp in pain, for a moment the madness that now clouds you cleared. In his other hand he grips his book, growing red around the edges… “Coming here was a mistake.” kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

I've heard his name crew-ah, cru-ah, cra-ah, but ... the way that Tigernmas and his ilk summon this dread... Cruach becomes Crew-ick. Flesh becomes something new. The beginning becomes the end. kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

I am giving you this chance now, to turn, to run back home, prepare for when we come for you. Do not invite an end that is premature. Do not go into my swamp. Remember... kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

I heard him call out in my head - the slaughter pile, the bent one, the shadow of the gallows reaching across the swamp, the wastes...into me. If I were not of this place...there is no telling how I might have answered... kickstarter.com/projects/bon…

Lo, their accents twist his name into Crew-ick but the wretched evil pulled from the water knew a darker name first.

What does it matter? Loam’s story? To know his past is to never again know peace. To never again understand reality.

What joy is there to be found in the combat and suffering of small elemental creatures? The creator of CASKET LAND put them against each other for their own amusement - and should be reprimanded at PAX #6709

We toil still at pax 7609...

We are in a blighted place - dwelling above others who toil below. Join us. PAX #7609