Aedrelon The Book of Dusk
There is a well. There is lighthouse. There is a windmill. Lost to fog, honey and stone, deep in silvery lunar tears. The witches sing songs of times before death, back when Crows and Foxes were not yet Strange Dreams and Cautious Nightmares. The world sleeps.
There is a Fire. The place where the Curse resides.
Aedrelon : The Book of Duskis a Tabletop RPG set in a world of dreams, love, monsters and unfathomable horrors. Become adventurers, wanderers, dreamers or simple folks and carve your own path through the fog to your own Dawn.
Many races, cultures and civilizations live in this world, but none of them truly realize the scope of what surrounds them. No complete map exists, no one knows where it begins, where it ends, if it even does. Those mapmakers, heroes of the unknown, they disappear with the horizon and are never seen again. The world moves, it breathes, dreams too. It swallows entire countries in an instant only to let them go in another place, in another time, in an elsewhere that has moved on without them for eternities at a time. There is no malice here, only unending chaos.
Myths and legends are everywhere, hidden in plain sight or just out of reach. They tell us about the lights in the woods at night, about the cries along the shoreline, about lighthouses in the desert or abandoned windmills. It is a world where sailors set off to find where the Sun sleeps, a world where Strange Dreams and Cautious Nightmares are foxes and crows.
Curses and ghosts, monsters and butterflies, Pain and Love, they're all alive in this cold, dark, and very gentle place.
Poor souls, forced to live in the cold and in the dark. They struggle as suns rise and moons fall. Yet, they are not afraid, for they know all tomorrows exist.
A thousand giant little ones, stolen from their home, into the unknown. They weep a white fog of memories, eyes bleached by foreign stars.
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Blood. Stars. Time. Love. All the things and all the rest are made of dust. Dust itself is made of blood, stars, time, love, all the things and all the rest.Betwixt and between. A dream withing a dream. Perhaps all will wake up someday, and see what was always there. Unseen, they watch, they listen.
Unbreathing life. Unrotting death. All that is left to discover, to see, to feel. The wheres of never and yore, all real, all here. The skies and seas of the Dream.
Scared, they stay close. Grasp each others hands and listen to each others breath. "Together", they cry, to chase the nightmares and keep the monsters at bay.