Grimdark
Mundo ritual, cruel y bello. Locura, alcohol, magia corrupta y dioses muertos reinan sobre HVØRAX.
Author's Note: UPDATE - v2
Este mundo no busca equilibrio, busca impacto.
Cada raza tiene una deuda con los dioses, cada lugar una maldición y cada objeto una historia que sangra.
Está pensado para partidas donde el tono sea oscuro, poético, brutal y simbólico.
No es un mundo para “hacer lo correcto”, sino para sobrevivir con elegancia o caer con estilo.
Recomendado para jugadores que disfrutan el rol emocional, el simbolismo y la improvisación psicomágica.
Piensa en una mezcla de Berserk, Dark Souls, La Divina Comedia y Midsommar… con hidromiel alucinógena.
- ENGLISH -
Ritual, cruel and beautiful world. Madness, alcohol, corrupt magic and dead gods rule over HVØRAX.
Author’s Note: This world doesn’t seek balance — it seeks impact.
Each race owes a debt to the gods, each place bears a curse, and each object bleeds a story.
It’s designed for campaigns with a tone that is dark, poetic, brutal and symbolic.
This is not a world for “doing the right thing,” but for surviving with elegance or falling with style.
Recommended for players who enjoy emotional roleplay, symbolism, and psychomagical improvisation.
Think of a blend between Berserk, Dark Souls, The Divine Comedy, and Midsommar… with hallucinogenic mead.
| Played | 5 times |
| Cloned | 1 times |
| Created | 22 days ago |
| Last Updated | 8 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
The Heart of the Fallen God
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| Coordinates | (8611, 176) |
Description
The Heart of the Fallen God is a haunting shrine constructed from the bones of ancient creatures and adorned with intricate bronze carvings. Within its walls, a thick, dark liquor, rumored to be the fermented blood of a long-dead deity, floods the sanctuary, granting those who dare to drink it the ability to converse with the deceased at the cost of losing a vital word from their own tongue.
Appearance
The shrine is a grotesque yet mesmerizing sight, with bone arches and bronze inlays reflecting the dim light. The dark liquid swirls ominously, casting eerie shadows that dance across the walls, while the air is thick with the scent of iron and decay.