ignore me: just another passing presence whose form is the word and mist

step outside in the dark before dawn into a world stilled by a mad gods’s silence

unbiased a column of light and yet we self censor our morals and refuse salvation

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spring at twilight fleeting scenes of a world gone mad

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Powder & Fire

Powder & Fire is out now! A fragile and powdery game of instant death and burning mystery set in a dark and enchanted kingdom of moths! Check it out now on DriveThruRPG or itch.io at the links below. As always your love and support matters!

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Powder & Fire is a lethal micro RPG of moth-servants, courtly ruin, and captive flame. In a kingdom lit by imprisoned fire, players serve a dying Monarch made of sacred powder, ash, silk, and wings. Beneath the palace, the oldest flame still speaks from within the Red Cage, while above, the Powder Court duels for favor, seduces for secrets, and struggles to keep the realm from collapsing into ash. With only a d6, a few details, and a single fragile life, players pursue power, love, truth, or destruction in a court where death comes easily and fire remembers what it once was.

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Serve the dying. Feed on sacred powder. Try not to burn.

Powder & Fire is a brutal, rules-light micro RPG about moth courtiers in a doomed kingdom of trapped flame. Duel rivals, seduce nobles, uncover why the Monarch is dying, or let the Red Cage break and set the whole realm ablaze. Built for quick play with just a d6, it delivers instant death, strange lore, and dark fairy-tale catastrophe in a few sharp rolls.

If you like doomed courts, beautiful ruin, and tiny games with teeth, Powder & Fire is for you.

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