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The Ghen

Ghostwind — Fri, 14 Oct 2005 08:07:56 -0700

By Deacon Rayne

I am anti-life, the beast of judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds...of everything.
And what will you be then, Dreamlord?"
"I am hope."

--Neil Gaiman, SANDMAN Preludes and Nocturnes.

A favorite sentiment of mine and the one that guided the creation of Ruin World; the campaign setting in which the first society I devised: the Ghen is contained herein.

And while nothing would please me more than to discuss its roots and origins there is someone eminently more qualified to do so.

Don't worry he has been paid in full.

Enjoy.
--Deacon Rayne

"So, you are the latest pilgrims here to this place. You have questions and I have been well paid by the scribe Rayne to supply answers.

Sit and be still, this will take a while.

This world has its roots in despair, in frustration, in looking around at everyday life and crying out THIS IS NOT RIGHT. THIS IS NOT HOW IT SHOULD BE.

Soul Harvester

wingnut — Fri, 29 Oct 2004 08:18:10 -0700

by Tom Gafkjen a.k.a. wingnut

Dim torchlight flickered against the dank walls of this forty foot room. Carved images of souls trapped in torment decorate the walls as well as the four pillars that support the ceiling. A large circle has been carved into the center of the room. Within the circle lies a shallow depression large enough to fit a body. Seven incense burners stand in even spacing around the outside of the circle. One ironbound oak door on the south wall is the only entrance to this unholy chamber.

Quicksilver Wyrm

wingnut — Wed, 01 Sep 2004 10:11:39 -0700

by Tom Gafkjen a.k.a. wingnut

"Did you see that, Ran?" Gravdale asked as he pointed into the forest.

"That flash of silver? Ya, I did." The young boy replied.

Ran turned his attention to the man pointing. It was Gravdale, a well known human ranger and his mentor. They were on the trail of a Quicksilver Wyrm, a tiny member of the dragon family. It has been two days since they found the first signs of it's territory. They could tell they were close by the greenish bubbling that formed on the bark of the trees nearby. It was caused by the caustic spit of the wyrm. Gravdale had pointed out that this mark served both as a warning and marked its territory for other wyrms.