Somewhere far east lies a monastery born of stone, where the last living giant writes. Absorbed, the scribe takes notes of the past, of everything she ever witnessed.

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A shadow of the first man,
A children's tale,
The last King,
Calling us all,

So that we may become whole once again.

Soon.
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The fields of Boneflowers bloom as the corpses of the small folks are being thrown out of the capital's gutter.
Not far behind, the puppets of the mad god scavenge these places in search of suitable materials to offer their master.

One day the Merged King sent his legion to recover a lost fragment, a primordial shard never seen and known by men of this era.

Those who stood before his army understood that no words, no reasoning could prevent the calamity that was happening before their eyes.

The roads leading to the emerald swamp are left empty, only littered by the fools who tried their luck with the face snatchers.

What happens when one steals so many faces?
Every visage a life, a mind, a will absorbed. Until its vessel hatches,

Fort Scathan rises from a lake's reflection. Life within is peaceful. Quiet. It has to be. A prince sleeps above. He must always sleep. Or the mirror will break, and the fools with it.

The merge is destroying whatever structures remain of the Old Country.
Walls, eroded are suspended in limbo, neither falling nor standing. Most of them are gone.
The tombs seem to persist however, as if only death offered a refuge from the merge.

Playtests continue as new wanderers are being pulled inside the King’s influence. How long until you lose yourself?

Will you incarn the orphan who ought to become a legend or the lord, bound to lose everything and everyone?

These abominations struck without warning, like a grotesque wave of twisted horrors

They once stood where we are now. They once had the same mission as ours.

But something took them. And toyed with them like playthings

We were all terrified of what would happen if we were to also change

The past few days marked the first true playtest of Merging Lands, 2 years ago we started with fragments scattered on a page, this week those fragments were at the heart of our table’s discussions.

We march on 🧿

The Tesselated Knights patrol the streets of the capital, carrying out the will of the saints concealed within the tallest towers of the holy city. Their armor embodies their faith in Yarvas, ever shifting, unpredictable like the god itself.

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The earth trembled from its steps. From within its armor came the cries of those it had already taken, clawing at the metal, trying to tear their way out.

In that moment, being crushed by its hammer felt like the gentler fate.

We should have listened to the old man's advice.

All across the Forests of the Gravefields, ivory saplings have begun to grow from the petrified bodies of the Old Giants. These pale growths made of animal and human bones seem to follow death and only take root in the corpse of these Titans of stone.

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It surrounds us, pressing from every direction.
Mountains born from the pull. Nameless Cities rendered uninhabitable. What remains is a cage rising to the clouds, slowly collapsing, beyond any hope of stabilization.

The all-city.

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Veshkär has yet to join the everlasting gravefields.

There are some who still live among the corpses. These barons of death live in the old manors by the roads. Whether they are true heirs or self proclaimed, it matters little. They all close the doors at night, when the shells leave their beds of dirt to hunt.

The gravefields shelter those rejected by the kingdom, bandits, deserters, and the forsaken. They survive by digging through the endless reserve of keepsakes buried beneath the tombs. History keeps getting erased in their path.

Beneath the capital’s moats stretch the gravefields.
Plains, lakes, and forests scarred by centuries of war, where countless nations lie compressed into one morbid land. The walls there are colorless and the crowns have long since lost their names to rust. Only the trees seem to keep on living.

Here's a visual of a wanderer, which is one of the characters that you will be incarnating in MergingLands RPG

Any thoughts?

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The face snatchers, sent by the Merged King, have slowly begun raiding the western villages.

The contested territories are now mostly silent at night, except for the rattle these creatures make when finding their next victims.

For what kind of twisted purpose would one need thousands of faces?

Thank you so much for the support, it's planned, we are currently making a TTRPG book! 💜

The world of Veshkär is dying, but there are some who still roam the lands in search of closure.

Here is a one-page preview of the Wanderer’s section in the Merging Lands Corebook.

The God-King responsible for the Merge and our misery.

Nobody except the pilgrims who discovered the Veiled Citadel up north saw his silhouette. Some say he was a dying man who was granted a wish from the gods

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A world collapsing on itself.
A God King reshaping all life in his image
Wanderers losing themselves as they fight the inevitable.

This is MERGING LANDS, a dark fantasy tabletop RPG coming soon to Kickstarter
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