small but willing a spark stirs inside rehearsing the ways of light
Tag: fantasy
in reverence to the quiet affirmation of garden and soul
Mossiah

Mossiah is now live! My first hex-crawl roleplaying game is ready to be played! Check it out and download at the links below. As always, your love and support matters! Cheers!
Solo-Friendly. Zero Prep. One Die.
Start playing in minutes. No GM, no setup, no bookkeeping — just your map, your die, and the dead world calling you home.
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The world has long since ended — its gods buried, its machines silent, its cities reduced to rust and spores.
But something still stirs beneath the ash: you — a sentient moss that remembers what the world tried to forget.
You are the Mossiah, a wandering consciousness of green ruin traveling across the remains of creation toward MESSA, the god-core pulsing faintly at the planet’s heart. You are not human, nor spirit, nor machine — but a memory that refuses to die.
As you journey across the hex map — provided in both color and black-and-white editions for players who prefer luminous decay or stark ruin — you will roll a single d6 to determine your direction, your distance, and the places you uncover. Each turn reveals something strange and holy: the Bone Orchard, where skeletons grow like trees; the Rust Basilica, where rain prays in green; the Mirror Dunes, where your reflection moves before you do.
You act — to observe, explore, rest, interact, flee, or fight — and record what follows in your journal. Each entry is a verse in the world’s final psalm, a slow and meditative chronicle of survival through rot. Success brings revelation; failure brings change. Both shape your becoming.
MOSSIAH is a minimalist solo TTRPG about persistence, decay, and the afterlife of faith. It asks not how to save the world, but how to remember it — and what kind of god remains when everything else is gone.
When you reach the center hex, you will face the truth of MESSA —
and decide whether the memory of life is worth keeping.
warm bodies lay motionless embodying the spirit of the corpse a stone placed above the heart signifies: no flesh is greater than nature
share warmth that once burnt skin of ebony rekindles memory of fires that blazed brave
illumination demands anonymity cold blue flames of autumn cast no shadows
scattered bone dust spiral patterns glow faintly for the eyes of travelling old gods
hollowed by the gaze of the autumn sun the frail you wakes soft and yearning
when the bonfire speaks even waves stop bickering and the coast listens in silence
there was once music in the void cradled in a bubble of magical energies the voices sang oblivious to the nothingness sometimes you would find ancient trinkets and dreams floating about timelines and prophecies strewn but when the void composes itself emptiness returns no one can really say what the void is perhaps it is a child a mood or conscious but never truly empty as most say