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ALT Circle Name Generator. An image with prompts like the first letter of your name and the last digit of your phone number to generate a name for your Candela Obscura Circle.
ALT The Stormlight RPG design team: Dan Wells, Andrew Fischer, Lydia Suen, Laura Hirsbrunner, Max Brooke, Ross Leiser, Anthony Joyce-Rivera, Lyla Fujiwara, Sebastian Yūe, Sadie Lowry, Amber Litke, Sen-Foong Lim, Mario Ortegón, Welden Bringhurst, Meric Moir, and Imogen Gingell
ALT Our design team brings together designers for systems like Star Wars, L5R, Adventures in Rokugan, D&D, and the 5e third-party community
ALT Our art team leads include Isaac Stewart, Ben McSweeney, Johnny O'Neal, Katie Payne, Marie Seeberger, Steve Prescott, and Gordon McAlpin
![A golden page with GOSPEL at the very top. Text reads:
I weep for you. I weep for the violence the gods will inflict upon you, and the violence that you will inflict upon the gods. I weep for the person you used to be before you emerged in a baptism of fire and blood, smeared in the viscera of the life you could have had, your hopes ignited on a funeral pyre. I weep for your mortal heart, entangled in a body cursed with divine providence. I weep for your dreams. I weep for your home. I weep for your parents and the child they will lose.
The cannibals are real, and you worship them. You call them light and sound and water and breath, war and death and sex and drink, movement and flame, nature and destiny. Their names, endless as stars, infinite as the bottom of sorrow. Gods. They will seek to use you in their game. You must not let them.
For you are not the pawn, the worshiper, the sin confessed in darkness.
You are not the witch, the heathen, the sweeping winds of change. […]](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/F8qAItXXYAAfJpd.jpg?name=orig)
ALT A golden page with GOSPEL at the very top. Text reads: I weep for you. I weep for the violence the gods will inflict upon you, and the violence that you will inflict upon the gods. I weep for the person you used to be before you emerged in a baptism of fire and blood, smeared in the viscera of the life you could have had, your hopes ignited on a funeral pyre. I weep for your mortal heart, entangled in a body cursed with divine providence. I weep for your dreams. I weep for your home. I weep for your parents and the child they will lose. The cannibals are real, and you worship them. You call them light and sound and water and breath, war and death and sex and drink, movement and flame, nature and destiny. Their names, endless as stars, infinite as the bottom of sorrow. Gods. They will seek to use you in their game. You must not let them. For you are not the pawn, the worshiper, the sin confessed in darkness. You are not the witch, the heathen, the sweeping winds of change. […]
