Years ago, long enough that no one alive now could rightly tell you what it was like, things were good. Out in the Sabla Tero, there was life. Hard life, sure, but life all the same. Believe it or not, folks used to want to be here. The land had a kind of quiet beauty to it: golden mesas, red sky mornings, and wind that hummed like a hymn. The mines? Empty back then. No one needed to work underground just to bring home a crust of bread. People had trades: merchants, ranchers, men of worth, and women of God.
We still got the priests, I suppose. Least... the ones who ain’t changed.
They struck oil here, back before the war. But it weren’t like any oil you’ve ever seen. Burnt right and fine, sure, but this stuff shimmered red when you held it up to the light, like stars in a sea of blood. Folks didn’t like to say it, but we all smelled it. Copper and iron. Something wrong.
Then they found the source.
A mile beneath the desert, buried under stone and time. They dug up something that shouldn't have had a body, let alone blood. A whale, they said, but not like any that ever swam in a sea. Pale, bloated, eyeless. A dreaming, dead, stupid god. And it bled, it bled thick, red-gold blood that healed what it touched. Miraculous, they said. One boy even grew his whole arm back after falling into a well full of the stuff. Should’ve died. Didn't. A church sprouted up after that, the Church Of Crimson Mercy. Given that they were the closest thing all of Sabla Tero had to a governing body, they started regulating things fairly quickly. They pulled that whale out of the ground and put it in one of their churches. It wasn’t too happy about that, though. The blood started to get people sick. Folks started to get different, more violent. People fought on the streets, good folks. The blood made em’ nasty, angry, beastial. You probably seen one of them on the way here, sucking the blood out of a goat’s neck or something. You’d hate to see what the church people look like now.
In the early days of the sickness, before people connected the dots back to the blood, the Sabla Tero Whale Oil Company was born, in 1813. I suppose whale oil is more palatable with the secular audiences than “sacred blood”. With this company came greed, sickness, and a whole lot of people looking to strike it rich on something they didn’t understand. Towns popped up overnight. Dunstall. Kirnaka. Gloomwood, all of which were controlled by the church, none of which you’d recognize now.
Now, we got a host of problems. Alongside those whalebloods on the streets, we got folks comin' in here talkin' about Pale fellows wearing black and drifters who dissapear when you look at em' again. We got cities gettin' burned down and, seemingly, burnt out of people's memories. The sun don't set right, and the moon looks like it's gonna split in two. Even worse, we got the church breathing down our necks, using that damn whale to compel fate, to control the narrative of life in a way common man ain't meant to. And then we have the blood, the sweet, precious blood, singing to all so sweetly.
Yall’ve felt it, ain’t you?
You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. What's been keeping you up at night, partner?
Game: D&D 5e Group type: Online Experience: DM'd two campaigns! Location/Timezone: Eastern Standard Time Schedule: Whatever works for everyone, but Sundays 5-8, to start. Roles sought: Players, preferably 3 or 4. Game style: Surrealist and roleplay-centered, with a proper amount of dungeons.
Hi y'all! My name is Tillie, and I'm looking for players interested in running a rules-lite, roleplay-heavy, gothic horror western. I'm a fairly lax DM, who does a lot more "theater of the mind" combat and improvisation than anything. I'm not super combat or generally Mechanics-focused, as I much prefer to run my games in a way that minimizes rule-scrolling and maximizes coolness (to an extent).
I have never played DND digitally, but I am learning how to use Roll20, so I presume that's what this campaign will be using? Unless player preference lies another way.
If anyone is interested in learning more, and perhaps playing, my Discord is hauntueveryday, please message me for further communication! Thank you :3
Years ago, long enough that no one alive now could rightly tell you what it was like, things were good. Out in the Sabla Tero, there was life. Hard life, sure, but life all the same. Believe it or not, folks used to want to be here. The land had a kind of quiet beauty to it: golden mesas, red sky mornings, and wind that hummed like a hymn. The mines? Empty back then. No one needed to work underground just to bring home a crust of bread. People had trades: merchants, ranchers, men of worth, and women of God.
We still got the priests, I suppose. Least... the ones who ain’t changed.
They struck oil here, back before the war. But it weren’t like any oil you’ve ever seen. Burnt right and fine, sure, but this stuff shimmered red when you held it up to the light, like stars in a sea of blood. Folks didn’t like to say it, but we all smelled it. Copper and iron. Something wrong.
Then they found the source.
A mile beneath the desert, buried under stone and time. They dug up something that shouldn't have had a body, let alone blood. A whale, they said, but not like any that ever swam in a sea. Pale, bloated, eyeless. A dreaming, dead, stupid god. And it bled, it bled thick, red-gold blood that healed what it touched. Miraculous, they said. One boy even grew his whole arm back after falling into a well full of the stuff. Should’ve died. Didn't. A church sprouted up after that, the Church Of Crimson Mercy. Given that they were the closest thing all of Sabla Tero had to a governing body, they started regulating things fairly quickly. They pulled that whale out of the ground and put it in one of their churches. It wasn’t too happy about that, though. The blood started to get people sick. Folks started to get different, more violent. People fought on the streets, good folks. The blood made em’ nasty, angry, beastial. You probably seen one of them on the way here, sucking the blood out of a goat’s neck or something. You’d hate to see what the church people look like now.
In the early days of the sickness, before people connected the dots back to the blood, the Sabla Tero Whale Oil Company was born, in 1813. I suppose whale oil is more palatable with the secular audiences than “sacred blood”. With this company came greed, sickness, and a whole lot of people looking to strike it rich on something they didn’t understand. Towns popped up overnight. Dunstall. Kirnaka. Gloomwood, all of which were controlled by the church, none of which you’d recognize now.
Now, we got a host of problems. Alongside those whalebloods on the streets, we got folks comin' in here talkin' about Pale fellows wearing black and drifters who dissapear when you look at em' again. We got cities gettin' burned down and, seemingly, burnt out of people's memories. The sun don't set right, and the moon looks like it's gonna split in two. Even worse, we got the church breathing down our necks, using that damn whale to compel fate, to control the narrative of life in a way common man ain't meant to. And then we have the blood, the sweet, precious blood, singing to all so sweetly.
Yall’ve felt it, ain’t you?
You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. What's been keeping you up at night, partner?
Game: D&D 5e
Group type: Online
Experience: DM'd two campaigns!
Location/Timezone: Eastern Standard Time
Schedule: Whatever works for everyone, but Sundays 5-8, to start.
Roles sought: Players, preferably 3 or 4.
Game style: Surrealist and roleplay-centered, with a proper amount of dungeons.
Hi y'all! My name is Tillie, and I'm looking for players interested in running a rules-lite, roleplay-heavy, gothic horror western. I'm a fairly lax DM, who does a lot more "theater of the mind" combat and improvisation than anything. I'm not super combat or generally Mechanics-focused, as I much prefer to run my games in a way that minimizes rule-scrolling and maximizes coolness (to an extent).
I have never played DND digitally, but I am learning how to use Roll20, so I presume that's what this campaign will be using? Unless player preference lies another way.
If anyone is interested in learning more, and perhaps playing, my Discord is hauntueveryday, please message me for further communication! Thank you :3
I'm trying to get started on my first campaign.
I shot you a friend request on discord since I don't know how to direct message otherwise!
Sent a friend request your way. Very excited about potentially joining!
Hi, I sent a discord request. I am very interested in Gothic horror and love the world you described. I would enjoy talking about it more.
Sent a friend request! Don't know if you've already got maxed out, but I'd love to join!
hey sorry ! declined on accident. send another my way!!!