Project Update: Mid-August Update!
Hello Champions! Today is H. P. Lovecraft's birthday and as stated in my previous update I have locked orders and charged cards. As a reminder: This is for updated pledges / add-ons. There will be a seperate charge for shipping closer to the manufacturing date.
Over the last couple of weeks since my last update I have being working on the layout for the Prologue and Chapter 1, as well as the Handouts Booklet.
Below you'll find some layout spreads as well as new artwork from Faith Murphree!
A pinpoint of light grows into a streaking kaleidoscopic of colors that morph into rugged weathered walls of stone stretching infinitely in all directions, spiraling upward and downward into an abyss of shadow and faint flickering light. The air hums with a low resonant thrum as if the stones themselves pulse with a heartbeat.
You float together through a labyrinth of arched stone corridors and spiraling stairwells branching off into countless others, forming a maze that feels both ancient and alive. Torches flickering in iron sconces cast dancing shadows, yet seem to burn without consuming fuel, suspended in time.
As you float aimlessly through this bizarre stasis, a mischievous voice cackles, “Oh happy day! More guests come to play!” Turning, you find a twisted jester in smoldering crimson attire seated cross-legged and floating alongside you. Small balls of flame replace the bells upon his cap, and his wide cheshire smile displays a row of sharp black teeth. “Did she guide you here? Tsk tsk tsk… Can’t trust one so pretty! Always after their own they are. Besides… SHE is mine!”
You float together through a labyrinth of arched stone corridors and spiraling stairwells branching off into countless others, forming a maze that feels both ancient and alive. Torches flickering in iron sconces cast dancing shadows, yet seem to burn without consuming fuel, suspended in time.
As you float aimlessly through this bizarre stasis, a mischievous voice cackles, “Oh happy day! More guests come to play!” Turning, you find a twisted jester in smoldering crimson attire seated cross-legged and floating alongside you. Small balls of flame replace the bells upon his cap, and his wide cheshire smile displays a row of sharp black teeth. “Did she guide you here? Tsk tsk tsk… Can’t trust one so pretty! Always after their own they are. Besides… SHE is mine!”
Hovering in the center, entangled in a thread of thorny golden vines, is the Pale Maiden. The six vines stretch away from her, each weaving through one of the many archways connected to this new open space. High above, a swirling eddy of celestial bodies forms a turbulent storm where a thunderous cacophony of noise rumbles down the passageways.
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Until Fate Brings Us Together Again (aka Next Month)...
May Your Steel Stay Sharp and your Sword Arm Strong!
- Thorin
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