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 |

Chamber of Echoes
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Details
Coordinates | (5279, 6491) |
Description
Inside the ancient auditory lobe of a long-dead god, the Chamber of Echoes is a vast, dimly lit space filled with black hanging bells that sway gently in the still air. These bells, silent to the touch, resonate with a haunting vibration whenever a life is lost in the city, creating an eerie symphony of death that the Priests of the Echo interpret as sacred messages from the beyond.
Appearance
The chamber is adorned with intricate carvings of forgotten deities and echoes of past lives, with the black bells hanging from the ceiling like ominous stalactites, casting long shadows on the stone floor.