Crownless: Postmodern Tolkien + Arcane + Fallout
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Basically Postmodern Tolkien meets Arcane meets Fallout. A grim and gritty world where ancient evils bubble up into a world ruined by technocratic madness: a layered tower-city of pipes and gears, fueled by the Divine Engine which burns the body of the god Grond. Outside the walls lies a world of technicolored wastelands, psychedelic deserts rendered into impossible and wondrous forms by roaming Chaos Storms made from the brokenness of magic itself: the tapestry of the world frayed, the mind of creation driven mad and hateful. The crownless again shall be ki...
