#indiettrpg

[nullandvoidgames]

A risky PBTA move about rereading your favorite book and the dangers of nostalgia

[unicyclegamesnews]

The Long Road Ahead by Unicycle Games

An epic fantasy quest game of Great Journeys and Great Sacrifices

The full digital version of TLRA is available for $5 off as part of the Itch summer sale for the next 10 days! There's a goal gauge at the top: help us raise $500 for another round of print-copy books! If we meet the goal, I will release a block of community copies!

[mooniestarstruck]

For my new TTRPG Tales From The Core, a mech game in which customization is its key feature, I have come up with some sicknesses your Pilot may have if their starting HP is low enough. One of these is Corneal Telepathatis, and it is based on this post about what happens when you look an Enderman in the eyes.

The idea is that when your pilot looks at someone's eyes directly, all of that person's thoughts and memories get projected into your mind at once. It is a jumbled mess, so there's not much information you can get from that, but the idea inspired me to write something, which I'll leave below the cut!

"Take the visor off." Alambra's voice felt rough, without feeling.

"Bu- But I nee-"

"I know." She cut them off, while her eyes twitched slightly, but the kid didn't notice. "I gave you an order."

They hesitated for a moment, turning their head towards General Praxis, but she just nodded back. "You've heard your captain."

The visor came off with a hiss as it detached from the bone anchors, and the patch of skin it was covering breathed for the first time in a while, a paler tone than it's surroundings. The recruit was shutting their eyes forcefully, shaking in their loosely fitting boots. "Please I-"

"Look into my eyes."

They didn't dare, trying to find an excuse, but no words came to them.

"I said..." The captain grabbed their face and got as close as she could, her voice still monotone, but bubbling with something weirdly similar to anger.

The sudden feeling of the leathery hand made the rookie recoil, opening their shimmering eyes, which found a deep dark well within their captain's.

A flash. A series of explosions. Pure light all around, followed by dark spots. Images of fallen soldiers littered their mind, holding onto hands that weren't theirs, screaming the captain's name. A birthday party for a child, then 34 more, all happening at the same time, the candles burning the recruit's mind as music from before the war screamed at them, coming to a halt with a scratch. Orders. Countless orders, shouted in unison, crackling with static. Then the feeling of fire coursing through their veins as needles pierced the captain's skin. They could feel every second of the operation that replaced her broken vertebrae. A result of the explosion, they can see the flames around them, a home turned inferno. A kid looks into the mirror as they face hell. They can feel the skin coming off after she runs into the street. The beginning of the war flashes before their eyes, they weren't even born yet. It's just as their parents said it had been, and then it's back to the war, back to barracks were drunken singing can be heard, back to barracks were lips met, back to barracks were...

They scream and fall to the ground, or at least their body tries to, but the captain grabs her by the shoulders. Her arms are firm, strong enough to hold back armies, with hands that have taken down endless battalions. They can feel vile in the back of their throat as their mind clears again, the thoughts suddenly leaving with only a slimy darkness as proof they were once there.

"You are under my command now." The captain shouts, but her voice barely shifts. "This is your first lesson."

[vjhcreations]

ON CALL - 11 DAY UPDATE

In On Call, you can't shift during the full moon phase because you have to be on call in case anything goes wrong with your fellow werewolves, their families or the town due to the wolves.

It's been 11 days since On Call, the werewolf dispatching game, launched. Let's see how we're doing

Backers: 70

Amount Raised: 1466 (48% funded)

So we've slowed down for the past two days. Lets talk more about why I'm doing this backerkit.

On Call

In On Call, you play as a werewolf who can’t shift during the full moon cycle (night before, during and after the full moon). Instead you an

I'm not here to make money. I just decided that I was going to get more serious about the original stuff I'm making and what that looks like is hiring people! Starting with a portrait artist: Ralszi.

For each Scenario (a call) there's at least one NPC and I want art for each of them.

Make sure to follow: @ralszii

Next up a landscape/map artist: Shan. The map of West Yellowstone is going to look like a tourist kind of road map with a part of it zoomed in to show specific details. Also each Scenario will have a drawing of the location its at.

Make sure to follow: @anonbeadraws

I also need a layout designer so in comes: Cris. I tried doing the layout and cover myself and while it wasn't the worse, Cris is soo much better at this than me and y'all deserve the best.

And last but not least an editor: Andrew. I've worked with Andrew before and he's done some editing for other projects and whenever I can I love bringing people back onto projects!

[madlabgames]

⚔️ CALORUM: The TTRPG Setting Where Food Fights Back!

Adventurers, the Plate is broken! Welcome to Calorum, the continent where everything—the land, the water, and every single inhabitant—is made entirely of food. This is no fairy tale; this is the Age of the Bitter Remnant, a world shattered by war and facing a terrifying, inescapable threat: Accelerated Spoilage. Your character is a piece of food fighting political betrayal and spiritual decay.

Forget your elves and dwarves—it’s time to play a Rogue made of ripened Fructeran grape or a Paladin dedicated to the purity of the Bulb.

🗺️ Chapter 1: The Shattered Plate

Calorum is a massive continent built entirely from foodstuff: you travel on bread-crust roads, sail on the Chili Sea (where the water burns with spice), and avoid the toxic, frozen wastes of The Freezer. Our central crisis is the horrific Sugar Scar, a magically irradiated crater that cleaves the land, constantly buzzing with unstable arcane energy.

👑 Chapter 2: The Age of the Bitter Remnant

Twenty years ago, a catastrophic conflict—The Calamity—destroyed the central Concord and created the Scar. Now, power is held by warring factions in a high-stakes cold war:

The Bulbian-Proxy Axis: Led by Vegetania's theocratic Bulbian Church and their client state, Ceresia. They preach purity and seek to wipe out all "unholy arcana."

The Salty-Sweet Compact: A powerful alliance between the new Candian Monarchy (led by Milk Chocolate Monarch Milco Le Roc) and the Dairy Islands (merchants, port owners, and notorious pirates). They seek to control the volatile magic of the Scar for profit and power.

The Meat Lands: An isolationist nation driven by fear of the Scar's contamination, sealing their borders and relying on primal strength.

🙏 Chapter 3: Faith and Philosophy

The war is spiritual as much as it is political, driven by three dominant, conflicting faiths:

Bulbian Doctrine: A strict, ascetic faith focused on Purity and Preservation. They view the Sugar Scar as divine proof that sugar is the root of all chaos. Followers of the Bulb perform daily preservation rituals like brining and waxing their bodies to fight decay.

The Sweetening Path (Candia): A vibrant, decadent, and expressive faith. They believe concentrated sweetness is crystallized joy and that magic is meant to be cultivated for pleasure and defiance. They worship the Sugar-Plum Pantheon and view the Bulbians' asceticism as a denial of life.

Primal Ancestry (The Meat Lands): The faith of the Beastlords (Great Cow, Great Boar, Great Hen) focused solely on Survival through Sacrifice. They view all southern politics as soft and doomed, relying on physical endurance and the sacred ritual of curing meat to resist the inevitable rot.

🎲 What’s Next?

We're currently developing the custom 5e content, including 15 new Subclasses (like the Path of the Great Beasts Barbarian), Custom Spells (Tallow Slime, Candied Grip), and the Calorum Monster Codex (Bulb Creeps, Bacon Wyverns).

Let us know in the comments: Which faction would you swear allegiance to—the Purist Bulb, the Decadent Sweetening Path, or the Primal Beastlords?

[mariowritesforyou]

The Consuming Fire. A CAIN One-Shot I wrote and ran.

THE TRUTH.

Sarah Oldacre and her twin sister Tabatha were raised in a white supremacist cult founded by their father, pastor Gideon, and his old war buddy, Michael, in the Pacific Northwest. The cult has kept afloat by managing hunting grounds from which it takes its name: Fatherland Lodge, and it has gathered vulnerable youths, criminals, ex-cons and other such dregs of society as its members.

Gideon, with military rigor, has taught his daughters and flock that in the outside world prowl jihadists, immigrants and others he considers anti-Christian heretics, told of in tales of Gideon's time as a marine during the Gulf War. His twisted intentions were to rehabilitate and give purpose to his wayward followers, but all he could muster was the creation a criminal militia, dealing equally in drug trafficking and violent crime. And, to keep the flock in line, brutal Michael has lied about being a great counter-terrorist, burying the bodies of his victims in the garden of Fatherland.

In a drunken moment during the night of the 11th of September of 202X, Gideon reveals to his daughters that there are no remains in the pit, breaking their vision of reality and making Tabatha flee the compound. Sarah, who refuses to go with her twin, reinforcing her fanaticism, and in her resentment for the weakness of her family, summons the HOUND SIN of the IFRIT from her deep within her indoctrination.

The SIN murders Tabatha, who's found in the afternoon of the next day by Daniel, Sarah's erstwhile boyfriend. Tabatha declares a state of emergency in Fatherland and hides herself in its grounds. She then calls a group of criminal cleaners to cover up the murder of her sister, who she thinks some terrorist has killed. The Exorcists will pass themselves as the cleaners to vanquish the IFRIT.

[allthewitchesrpg]

Hi everybody! I made a game called All the Witches!! I really wanted to make something magical for the queer community who have struggled with the creators of certain worlds being jerks. It’s an original TTRPG system with some cool deck building mechanics exploring the diversity of witches in fantasy. It would mean a lot if you checked out the Kickstarter here!

The Kickstarter ends this Saturday, April 15th at noon EST!

[ranarh]

Poolutions free micro RPG

A one-page RPG about making dice pools, draining them, and keep going (…keeping go?) Poolutions is a free micro RPG made for 48WordRPGJam.

This one isn't as artsy. But it's free! https://ranarh.itch.io/poolutions