summer moths feed on the spiralling rumors of crimson moss

the slow drip of obsidian tar from owl wings night comes at a price

antlers of brittle gold bridge the concrete communion of flesh and summer sky

in the language of mist hills wake like slumbering beasts

cold winds scream at crows as ghost ships unberth and set sail for the void

round the river’s bend you follow ripples that forget to end

raise stone mugs high and toast to the old copper moon

Bazaar Izbizarr

My bizarre next (ttrpg) is out now- Bazaar Izbizarr has arrived! Play fast, don’t overthink! Blitz and journal your experience! Check out the links below:

DriveThruRPG<-click here

itch.io<- click here

Step right up to the strangest market you’ll ever run.
In Bazaar Izbizarr, you are the keeper of a stall in a roaming, reality-bending bazaar, selling impossible artifacts to travellers, wanderers, and things without names. With nothing more than a single d6, you’ll create wild combinations of bizarre goods, uncanny customers, and unpredictable twists — then capture each deal in your journal. Every trade changes your stall, your story, and maybe even you. The bazaar never stays in one place for long… so make every transaction count before it vanishes into the mist.

tide meets rust and symbiosis occurs behind veiled designs

daylight folds and microscopic moons bloom from the spine of fish