The Forger of Dreams Information

This game is under the Fantasy genre.
The game system is Free-form.
This game contains adult content.
The GM has marked this game as containing personal and intellectual property.
If the GM leaves or deletes the game nobody else will be able to continue the game.

The Forger of Dreams
A world of ice and terror. A world born of a dragon's dream, and just as fragile. In the dying days of this doomed world, the mortal races eke out their pitiful existences upon the unforgiving land over whose meagre resources they fight their miserable wars. In the north, the callous ice encroaches further each year, freezing the land before it in winter and drowning it with ice melt when the all too brief summer comes. In the southern lands cruel winds scour the earth, bringing with them the chill of the northern climes. Angry storms bring rains that flatten crops and flood river valleys. It might seem to those cursed to dwell in these inhospitable lands that the very world itself seeks to destroy them. Worse still, with each cycle of Khadran, the red goblin moon, the fell creatures from beyond the northern mountains push ever southwards, driven from their own realms by the ice. Their own desperate plight leaves no room in their fey hearts for any compassion towards the races of Men whose lands they plunder. Yet in these dire days there are still those who find within their hearts an extraordinary courage, or perhaps a simple, stubborn defiance, a refusal to accept the dismal destiny of their people. They are those upon whom depends the fate of the dying world…

The Forger of Dreams

A world of ice and terror.

A world born of a dragon's dream, and just as fragile.

In the dying days of this doomed world, the mortal races eke out their pitiful existences upon the unforgiving land over whose meagre resources they fight their miserable wars.
In the north, the callous ice encroaches further each year, freezing the land before it in winter and drowning it with ice melt when the all too brief summer comes.
In the southern lands cruel winds scour the earth, bringing with them the chill of the northern climes. Angry storms bring rains that flatten crops and flood river valleys.

It might seem to those cursed to dwell in these inhospitable lands that the very world itself seeks to destroy them.

Worse still, with each cycle of Khadran, the red goblin moon, the fell creatures from beyond the northern mountains push ever southwards, driven from their own realms by the ice. Their own desperate plight leaves no room in their fey hearts for any compassion towards the races of Men whose lands they plunder.

Yet in these dire days there are still those who find within their hearts an extraordinary courage, or perhaps a simple, stubborn defiance, a refusal to accept the dismal destiny of their people.

They are those upon whom depends the fate of the dying world…