The Tap of the World -- A desert world where a fresh water well can be worth more than a mithril mine. Twice annual lunar events open gates to the plane of water, an event that replenishes all things. Yet now, for the first time in 5,000 years, the lunar alignment has happened, and no gates have opened.
Panic sets in as people desperately seek causes and wildly speculate on a coming apocalypse. Everything from cloud giants to cultists claim responsibility, but are they truly the agents of destruction or simply opportunists taking advantage of calamity to rouse old sects or still more ancient gods in the dry and the dark?
You're a small group of adventurers with specialized talents, on the lam as paid protection for one of the deep desert caravans. You can fend for yourself, right? And you certainly have little intention of helping anyone or anything on cosmic scales -- it's enough to shave the cheeks of the occasional dervish raider with your dueling kama. But perhaps the Fates have more in mind for you?
Sound interesting? If you're ready to try Dungeon World, let me know.
Panic sets in as people desperately seek causes and wildly speculate on a coming apocalypse. Everything from cloud giants to cultists claim responsibility, but are they truly the agents of destruction or simply opportunists taking advantage of calamity to rouse old sects or still more ancient gods in the dry and the dark?
You're a small group of adventurers with specialized talents, on the lam as paid protection for one of the deep desert caravans. You can fend for yourself, right? And you certainly have little intention of helping anyone or anything on cosmic scales -- it's enough to shave the cheeks of the occasional dervish raider with your dueling kama. But perhaps the Fates have more in mind for you?
Sound interesting? If you're ready to try Dungeon World, let me know.
