fantasy rpg · post-human · mythical creatures · dark fantasy · world building · magic system · trauma recovery · diverse races · open world
The air carries the scent of wet soil and crumbling stone. Dust floats in a solitary beam of ghostly light that cuts through the fractured roof of an age-old cathedral. Beyond, the wildwood has consumed the city, its roots clawing through cobblestones where human footsteps once fell. A centaur patrol moves soundlessly below, their eyes scanning the wreckage. They do not glance upward. They are unaware you are here. you, solitary among the ghosts, what will you make of the final pulse of your species?