every hour the forest grim invents new ways to kill

clouds dream of fires spreading across the summer sky

there are places not kingdoms but kings and royalty who reign supreme over the bare and mundane

the forest devours its own every grass blade remembered for its sacrifice

my people roam these lands with their heads cradled in soft arms

mynahs whisper the delight of exotic flesh wrapped in aromatic leaves

Cult of Frenzy

Super stoked to announce my next solo ttrpg- Cult of Frenzy! Please support and for a limited time only, the ttrpg is FREE or pay-what-you-want! Check it out at the links to DriveThruRPG and itch.io below:

https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/530536/cult-of-frenzy

https://elancharan.itch.io/cult-of-frenzy

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You were one of them—flesh-carver, chant-leader, ash-sower. But something broke through the madness. You fled.

Now the cult hunts you across a rotting world of haunted orchards, breathing cabins, and moons that blink. Each day brings a new place, a new horror, and a choice: act, reflect, or descend.

Cult of Frenzy is a solo journaling TTRPG of memory, guilt, and escape. Play as a fallen cultist seeking redemption across 5 relentless days. Choose from six disturbing archetypes, each with a twisted past and a fragile hope for humanity.

Roll for surreal locations and encounters. Track your HP. Reflect or resist. If you survive, roll for redemption.
But beware—the Frenzy remembers you. And it wants you back.

room at the edge of earth the daft devil deftly turns in its bed

shadow boxing and watching the summer moon disintegrate

mars sheathes his sword as wolves argue theology behind a veil of smoke