A Pulp Fantasy TTRPG
Where heroes chase treasures and glory,
and often get more than they bargained for.
Descend
A Pulp Fantasy TTRPG
Where heroes chase treasures and glory,
and often get more than they bargained for.
Centuries have passed since the Shardfall. The coming of The Mist shattered the old order and ignited the Wars of Dominion, bringing the mighty Saurid Empires to their knees. When their rulers fled back across the sea to E'res, they left behind a continent in ruins, and a power void with no one to fill it. Vast stretches of Khatesh have been swallowed back by nature, and the great works of the old empires now lie crumbling, consumed by the wilderness and veiled in the Mist.
Yet a power void never stays empty for long, and new kingdoms and city-states have begun clawing their way out of the wilds. The air is once again thick with intrigue, ambition, and the clink of coin. This time, it’s not ancestry that crowns a ruler. Saurid influence still lingers, but strength, cunning, and determination are the new kingmakers. Humans, Dwarves, and Beastfolk all dream of fame and dominion. Even the reclusive Brannir have emerged from their sacred glades to forge alliances and extend their reach. Khatesh is a land remaking itself, and everyone wants a seat at the table. Cities offer fortune, fame, and political power. The outlands promise trouble and reward in equal measure. And the border towns and trade routes are rife with coin and conflict.
But something stirs in the Mist veiled ruins where the Saurids once ruled. The new dominions and their gluttonous growth have awakened something they should not have disturbed. A new evil, unseen on Nymara before, has begun to challenge the young kingdoms and their claim to the world.
You are the Heroes but there's a cost to actions, and every roll carries risks.
Math at the table is stressful.
Minimize the math, maximize the fun.
Exploding Momentum or bitter Misfortune.
Destiny plays into your actions.
Few choices to get you started.
Depth and diversity come from growth.
Every cut and bruise matters.
If it bleeds you can kill it.
Magic is dangerous, there's a price to pay.
But if you're willing nothing will stop you.
Your gear is your lifeline.
You can carry 10 items. Make them count.
No one knows where it came from. Did it come with the Shards, was it always here, or is it a reckoning, sprung upon us for the greed of the Saurids. The scholars of Tzin’Kephra have spent centuries arguing about its nature while it slowly devours the remnants of their once glorious empire.
What is known is that it is alive, or close enough to it. It moves with purpose. It pools and thickens around places of power and magic. And it changes those who linger within it too long leaving whispers in their minds, corrupting their body, and soul.
Those who Delve into the Mistlands learn to read them like sailors read the sea. It’s hue, it’s density, the way it sticks around your ankles as you walk. All of it means something. To survive one must know the Mist and know themselves. Toughness and willpower will get you some way in the Mistlands, but it’s the knowledge when to run that keeps folks alive.
“The Mist doesn’t hate us. Nor does it love us.— Erdu'shem, Scholar of Ophitera
I think it finds us… interesting.
And that scares me even more.”
It might take days or months, but stay within the Mist and it will leave its mark.
A faint ringing in the ears. Shadows seem to move at the edge of vision. Sleep becomes restless, haunted by nightmares.
Wants become stronger, obsessive, harder to control. Greed, fear, hate even love, all flood the conscious mind.
Memory fractures. Identity blurs. Primal instincts take over.
The body changes. The Mist amplifies strengths and minimizes weaknesses, empowering those who give themselves away.
Gather your party and pack your gear. Claim Nymara's riches.
Your Legend starts here.