Thursday, August 25, 2016

Metaborea


In the Sanguine Desert, the tribes revive the ancient war machines with blood sacrifices and whip themselves to frenzy with howling music and liquor made from the half-clotted ichor siphoned from the machines' lines. Sometimes an Iron Warlord rises, making a pact with a fierce machine, and leads the tribes to sack and pillage cities.


One can still traverse the Wastes, but the old astral road becomes ever more Unreal. A fleet matagot is the swiftest and surest way to go, but agree on the price beforehand, for matagot's are always ravenous at the end of a long journey.

4 comments:

seaofstarsrpg said...

Who built these war machines? What happened to these builders? Why do the war machines respond to blood sacrifices?
The University of Untrammeled Thought seeks answers to these very questions and intends to mount an expedition to find out. Seeking to employ experienced magico-archaeologists, protectors and guides.

knobgobbler said...

Gorgeous stuff! Who is the illustrator?

Trey said...

Enrique Alcatena.

Trey said...

Enrique Alcatena.