Cleansing the palate with fire (Patreon)

Wow ... the UVG is ... uh ... kind of done. For now. I’ve set up a document to track errors and questions, and I’ll share it in the comments in a bit. If you find I’ve missed something, or would like to see more description or art on some part of the UVG, the next month or so is the perfect time to tackle that. Meanwhile, I’ve finally set about writing down my little palate-cleanser: Witchburner.

If you’ve followed me on social media for the last month or so, you might have seen this teased.

It’s a standalone adventure. It’s also an exploration of a small town. It’s also a bunch of fiction. And some WTF Skeleton related abilities. And some treasures. You can take it and drop it practically anywhere in the UVG quite easily. Or into a different setting. I think it’ll end up around 32 pages long. I’ll share excerpts from it with you guys on the way to the final .pdf, which should drop before the end of the month—lords of light willing.

<br><br>—/—<br><br> <—-agh, the patreon iOS app text editor is a horror!

Limestone gravel crunched under the iron-bound wheels with a hollow sound, like bones snapping. The rightmaker had come.
“Who summoned justice?” asked the clerk.
The mayor walked forward. Her fur stole quivered as she lowered herself for the regal official.
“The council of the Bridge of Saint Cleareyes begged me, sira Edna Kingsname, to summon justice,” she said.
The clerk regarded her for a long minute, before walking back to the black carriage with the red triangle.
He bent to the latticework window and murmured, “Lord Rightmaker, the mayor and her council are here to bend their necks and summon justice.”
The carriage rocked and was still. The clerk nodded and returned to the front of the entourage.
“The lord accepts your summons. Lead the way to your square of three truths.”
Edna scrambled up, beads of sweat sparkling in the fox fur, as she stumbled across the ancient bridge that gave her town life. Her flock of terrified councilors flapped after.
The carriage rolled after them, clerk and beetling soldiers flanking it. It stopped again besides three stones supporting a fourth. Two soldiers ran forward with a portable stair as the clerk opened the side door.
A hush fell on the square, even the birds in the lindens lost their song.
“The Lord Rightmaker takes the stones of the Bridge of Saint Cleareyes and brings the truths of sky, earth, and underworld to the sinful flock!” intoned the clerk.
Supple leather shoes and silken robes swirled as the lord ascended onto the stones. She surveyed the small crowd with her empty sockets and the red stone of her third eye.
“My friends, good citizens, I have listened to your list of calamities, and I have understood your plight,” her voice was warm, “you have a witch.”
She looked around and smiled, “You have a witch, and we’re going to burn the bitch.”


<br><br>—/—<br><br><br>Inspired by Witchfinder General, Woods of Ypres, Blood Ceremony, and more.