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The Ashen Songbird

The Ashen Songbird is here! A solo journaling RPG of apocalyptic melody! Find out more at DriveThruRPG or itch.io at the links below. As always, your love and support matters! Cheers!
When the gods grow tired of a world, they choose one mortal to end it. You are The Ashen Songbird — cursed to sing the world to ash, verse by verse. Your voice ignites flesh, stone, memory, sky, and silence itself. Each song brings beauty and ruin in equal measure, until the Final Chorus consumes all.
A one-player journaling RPG of tragic divinity, divine wrath, and choice in the face of inevitability. With a single d6, you decide what burns — and how long you can bear to keep singing before silence devours everything.
Write the world’s last melody. Burn beautifully.
an ordinance filled with silence strikes the land not to deliver instant death but a slow and agonizing trauma as serpentlike miasma slither and coil locking living matter and death in a waltz of toxicity
in the ash fields of war worms combust in prayer as pilgrims dig trenches and lie in wait to pass judgement on heretics
clouds fold words of sorcery into thunder and storm forced by mortal lips
slow deliberate and sensual the purple bruise erupts across the autumn sky
paper boats vanish between the pause in moonlight devoured by the river’s darkness others believe that man’s creations have taken a new path one unseen by the eyes of the living
you’ll find the tender spot if you slip psychic fingers into the chasm dark as you feel around or go deeper with care
autumn waves crash and bring screams of the coming storm