There are unbidden and unwanted things in the cosmos, coiled like great serpents in the dark between the stars
There is no true last gate—but that is a pretty final one
We’re way behind schedule
Atop the Cliffs of Abaddon you will hear the din of bone on steel. You will smell the mingling of fire and blood—and hear the sounding of my horns. Will you answer their call then?
Darkest, foulest Blood Magick
Welcome to the Sunken Keep, the Crypt of Keepers, the Heart of The Pit…
It’s October—let’s get in the spirit.
A pharos between sea and sky—find it
Corpse flesh and plasteel, straight from the vats
Collector of absolute trash. Wearer of impossible hats. Master duelist.
Minor Arcana: Knight of Swords