This is an archive of the past Fractured game artwork and event descriptions. As each event comcludes, we will archive the overviews here.
2022 Game Season
Game 69: The Great Escape of François
April 15-17 at Harrison Bay State Park
Game 70: The Chorus of Madness
May 26-29 at MomoCon, Atlanta, GA
Fractured is a boffer combat LARP with dark fantasy and horrific elements. Our setting promotes a game where disparate and strange peoples are forced by circumstance to stand by one another for the purpose of continued survival. Come out and fight with lightest-touch melee, magic, and more as you struggle against a chorus of madness.
Game 71: Arborcide
June 18 at Red Top Mountain State Park
The hunt for Francois, the Bandit King begins!
Game 72: Beyond the Pale Horizon
August 5-7 at Harrison Bay State Park
“Far and down into the violent deep
Where sharks won’t swim and monsters sleep
The caroling hymn where the moon can’t reach
The darkness grows, its tendrils leech.”
A mossy bog welcomes countless fireflies of blues, greens, yellows, and whites. They dance along the reeds and moss, careful of the mischievous catfish lurking below. A shadow passes over the moon, and for a moment the performance of the fireflies settles down into a slow waltz. One by one, the lights go out. As the moonlight returns, thousands of dead insects float amongst the reeds, catfish beached and stripped of their eyes, and the moon no longer can see its reflection.
Game 73: What Once Was Mine
October 7-9 at Harrison Bay State Park
r̸̟̙̹̲̜̟̰̍̈͆̓̾̕ę̷̛̤̬̻̻̜̤͓͉̊̋͑̀̕q̴̨̝̙͈̺̼̏͐̀͐͆̋̚u̸̧̪̘̤̟̤̘̓̾ẽ̷̛͇̐̂̃̈́͗̀s̶̛̪̺̓͆̋̈́̽͝t̵̯͑͂̇̈́̓̚ ̷̡̥̜̯̰̬̏̈̊̀͂͘͠ͅt̵̯̼̭̺̹͈̒̔̄ḣ̸̜͇̹͛͗̿̉̽̃̄ë̸̢͖͙̙̮͕͚͔̋̚͜ ̸͕̦̳̣̼̾͛̀̀̾͝h̸̲̖̮͓̦̥̹̘̠͊o̵̬͌̉͐͠n̴̨̡̨̳͕͕̖̣̭̋̊́o̵̟̦͑͂̑͗̎̚r̶̟̠̪͖͎̮̣̤̯̊͛͘ ̷̨͔̼̝͇̥̂̀͐̏̀̋͊̚͠ó̷̢̼̺̍̉̒̑̓̃͜͝f̵̛̙̃͒ ̸̳̬̮̘͌̓̈́̒͌͊̄͘y̵̢̘͍̏̅̽̀̊͜͠ͅȍ̴͖̺̹̌͗̄̋̀̕͘̕ͅų̶̞̣͔͇̦̹̥̽͂́̑̑̄͆̚͘ŗ̸̞̠̥̦̖̓̍̉̆̈͊̈͌̉͜ ̷̗̜̲͌̅̕p̵̪̬̖̭͖͉̗̈ͅŕ̷̦̱̠̓̉̐̑̎̓͑̄ê̵͔̐̀̓͐̂̚͝s̴̢͔͖͙̖̝̭̙̖͑͛͆̀̆̆͑̏͝ę̶̙͓̮͍̭̮̘̔̔͂̽͝ǹ̸̬̹͔̙̮̦̹̘͉̉c̴̡̤̱͖͓̦͈͇̄̒̇̏͗̿ẹ̸̡̧̱̱̖̜̄̅̊̈̄
̶̨̰̼͇̠̺̲̓̓̓a̴̡̛̮̠͕̠͕͙̼͊̈́͜ţ̵͂̏͌͌̐̅͆ ̷̨̛͍̣̥̩̉̈́̌́̕͝͝ţ̸͇̖̲̗̟̓̚ͅͅẖ̵̆̆̊̊̀͆͝e̸̹̫̳̋͒̀͠ ̶̱̠͕͛͆c̷̨͇̓̏͝ḙ̴̜̰̗͎̌̏̋̃͊͠l̷̢̦̘̠̠͈̳̥̫̃͂͗́͠ẻ̵̤͛͑͘͘̕͘ͅb̵̛̤̮̏̈͋̿r̵̛͎͙̲̙̣̬̀̅̚ą̸̛̺̜̩͔̦͌͋͝ţ̶̛̭̝͉͕̰̹̟̏̋́́ͅį̵̝͙̑̿̓͋̌̋͝ǫ̴͖̲̜̰̭͎̫͈̽̍̎ņ̸̢̪̮̱̟̓̀ ̴̝͓͉͇̈̐̌̒̒̈̌̕ȯ̶̥͓̻̳̬͈͇͔̻f̸͍̗̰͙̈́ͅ ̵̳̘̣̝̜̥͈̑t̵̡̙̹̮̝́̀̉͆͑͛h̸̨̙̝͛̓̄̊̋̿̆̋͘e̵̢̜̺̲͙̙̿̃̉́͑̊̊͝ ̵̝̯̫͇̠̯̄͑̿̄̏g̶͕͔̳͔̥͊̌̾͗̈́̌͛͌́l̷̡̹̳̠̞̘̘͙̲̉̃̆͐̒ò̵̜͈͋̾̽͒͆̍͘͜r̷̡̨̛͉̲̖̠̱͛̏́̋̌i̷͖͌̋͊͌̽̍̉͘͠o̴͓̻̞̘̰͎̺̍͗͗͋̾ü̸͎̻͆͆̚s̸̙̙̦̝̱̖̄̂͛͜ ̷̛͖̱̹̀́̑͒̎̏̅͝r̷̢͉̫̯͙̱͕̜̖̉̉͌̑̎e̵̞̜̟̎̾̎̈͋̌t̸̮̺̟̻͆̏̿̕͝ͅͅu̷̦͕͝ŕ̵͇̹̺̫͛̈́̂̒͘n̶͙͓̟͇̭̬̝̈́ ̶̖͓͓͔̬̏̈́͐͛̆̇ȍ̶̜̿̽͐̎̐̕͝f̴͕̹̲̝̙͈͓̓̃̊̑̂̊͒͒̇ͅ ̸̧̯̩̫̋̔̄̽̽̒͘͝ǫ̵͇̱͗͝u̶̺̻̭͂͋̾̈͐̄͘r̸̬̆̑̿̌̚͘̕ ̶͉̼̄̐̄ͅb̸̧̢͖̼̱̘̭̝̈́͑ḛ̵̬̬͚̣̺͔̝̓͝l̴̡̦̱̹̮̘̼͈̏̀o̸̗̝̘͑͘͜͝v̴͇̣̈́ë̷̱͖̗̭́́ͅd̷̬̖̱̼͚̙͓̀̏̋͝ ̶̟̹̭̮͙̰̞̓̈́̓́ͅH̴̢̞̞̊̀͌͌̕a̸̡͖̠͔͐͂͋̈́̅r̵̺̥͂͂̋̐̇̈́͋̀m̷͈̺̼͈̬͇̘̉̐͆͜͝o̷̤̥̰̩̭̳̦͆̅̅̇͝ͅń̵̮̼͘͠͝ͅï̸̮̝͚̾̃̃̊͘͠͝à̴̧̡͙͎̤͖͉̽̐͐́,̴͇̻̹̙̗͙͉͈̪̈̈́̕
̸̳̩̋̓̃͌̄̒̊͠a̷̡͚͕̲̬̪̘̖͐̋t̴̻͍̓̀̇̄̑̑̿͝ ̵̡͖̫̼̫́͛̎̂̈́̉̔̕t̷̠͍̮̳̯̥͓̪̖͂̑͆̌̋̀̔͋͠h̵̹̤͒̿ē̶̠͚͐̏̌͊̓̚ ̶͉̩̌̓͂͌̀͑̐̓͗ú̴̡̧̥̩̗͈̐̂̋̍̒̀ņ̷̮͍̖̩͔̣̣̎͌̓̔̏ḯ̴̯̤͂̒̎͗̄͌͆̚t̷̖̖͔̾́̿͑̎͝͝y̵̖̪̟̼̬̣͈̿͐̍̌̚̕ ̵̧̧͈̰̻̀̏̍͘͘ǫ̸̻͍̜̙̆̋̆͗́͜͝͝͝f̶͔̰͉̜̫͌͊́͛̓̃̕ ̸̨̮̳͎̖̿͜t̷̹̪̪̉̀͋͐́h̸̟͊͐͐͑̈́e̸̙͉̭̬̦̓̔̒̔͊̄̍ͅ ̴̞̩̦͐̅̊̓̓͑̃͂͠Q̷̭̝̘͈̪͗̓͛̀̕ụ̶̠͠i̴̡͔̽̌̀̋̔̈́͗̕̕s̶̛͉̘̈͑͌̄̋̂͐͝l̴̨̺̭̫͚͍̺͚̈̑̈́̾̏̀͒̕͜ị̴̼͉̱͕̏̄̇͝n̴̨̧̧͉͇̭̊̈́͊̀̈́͠g̵͕͙͕͈̃̈́͋̍s̸͇̪̏̏͑́́̇̅͋ͅ ̶̹̱̦͖͈̿̌͗͌̋͆̎̈́͝ȧ̴̫͙̭̈́̈́͂͂̋͗ͅn̸͍͉̮̈́̈̉̿͠d̶̛̫̆̃̓̀́̈̕ ̸̳̤͇͔̟͕̙͇̿̈͑̕t̴̮̦͙̹͍̪̍̄̑h̵̺̗̼̀͆̾̓͜͝ę̶̤̒̑̾̋̔̕̚ ̸̡̛͈̯͉͍̐̽̀̌͒̌̏͝H̴̢̧̺͔̃e̴̡̟̬̜͎̘̰͚̋̈́̽͛̉͝r̶̗͇̩̱̱̝̩̀̓̍͛̎ë̷̛̘̪̣̝͇͇́͜t̵̖͉̭̫̯̱̖̐͊͐̒̃̾̐̌i̸̙̝̟̒̍͌̍̌̈͜͝c̸̥̹̹̤̾͋̃̀s̶͍͇̩̺͎̏͂͋̐̒ ̷̢̧̨̛͔͕̗̤̦̽̏̇̒́̈́ȋ̵̢̦̙̤́̋̃̓̎̐͘n̶̫̭̱̍̐̃̃̓̏͒͝͝t̶̤͔̞̤̥͂̑̎̅̚ͅͅŏ̴̡͇̜̿̌̏̈́̕͝ ̵̞̮̩̽͆̉̕t̸̘̖̣͚͚͖͕̰̝̾͝h̴̢̗̺͕̗̺͋̽͝e̷̡̢̡̧̦͓̅͒͝ ̴̡̞͓̓̏̿̊͐͊̚̕͘͜S̴̼̻̓ȩ̸̟͕̖̼̈͒v̴̌̓̍̐͜ȩ̴͔̟͙̲̪̽͛̒n̴̨̰͇̮̩͖͑̾̃͂̽̽̚͝ţ̶̡͈͈̠̱̦̲̗̎̏͂̋͛͘͠h̸̢͎̝̃͐́ ̷̩̦͔̣͔͖̞̅́̌͗͜͝D̶̤͗́̊̀̂į̵̛̲̳̝͔̝̫̹̆̉͛s̸̛̱̹͖̮̳͗͐t̸̡̪͌͐̂̕r̴̖͇̱̣͒̓̀̈́̈̈́͝͝i̵̳̙͌̏͒͒̓͝͠c̵̢̪̠̳̲̯̫̳͉̑͘t̶̨̤̱͚̣̪̆̄̓̆̽,̷̛̮͉͗̒́́͝͝
̵̻̒̒͛̕͝a̸̼̣̗͗̔̿̌́̈͗͠ṇ̶̭̌̀́̓d̷̤͉̻̱̬̒̓͂̕͜ ̷̧̛̬̙̖̫̪̻͈͂̾̎̈͝͠à̶͇̑͒̀͑͋̀̇t̷̨̟̥̰͙̞͉́͒ ̶̬̰̗̖͖̒t̴̨̮͍̗̞͎̭̗̀̄̀̃ḫ̸̩̣̀͑͋͗̈́̑̔͝e̶͎̺̼͚̲̠̒̎̌͑̍̔͑̀i̶̧̲̲̤͙̝͔͋̆͆͊̿̀̐ͅͅr̶̳̞͕̝̥͓͆̋̊́̊͘͝ ̶͈͕̌̌͘ẃ̴̤̻̒̀ȩ̵̻̲͚̙́̅ḑ̵͓̭̙̖̭͖̈́ḍ̸̘̮̺̱̀̈́͛̄͑̿̃̌̅ḯ̵̲̜̮̭̙͔̭̻͜ņ̶̝̭̐̃̅͊̌̅ǵ̵̛͔̦̩͉̺̝͗
̶̤̍̋̀͑̉̄̀͗ơ̷̛͔̯̓̆̓̿̅̿ň̵̞͙̗̼͜ ̷̈̉̀͒̽̌͊͜ţ̴͎̥͊̈ḧ̸̼́̒̓̈́̓̽ę̴͕͖̼̝̲̮͇͐̓̋̎͜ ̸͓̋̓̓̿̈̎͗͠E̵̡̻̝̓i̵̤̻̦͚͉̼̇̆̈̾̈́͆͐͠g̷͔̠̎͆̍͌̄̆̃̾͋h̸̢̦̞͙̖͑̓̈́̃t̴̢̲̯͉̖̯͛̌͋̀̽̒͘ȟ̶̟̞̺ ̸̨̡͙̳̻̰̼͇̾͗͒̓͜͝͝͝d̴̢͍̜͒̄͗͆̚â̷̛͔̘̳͌̃y̸̲̳̻̯̒̌͛͠ ̴͉̞̖̞̈́̇͐̆̿͘̕o̷̧̧̜̦̦̰͐̂̄͝f̶̙͎̪̲̿͋̆̈͂̈́̂̂̀ ̸͎̦̣̜͙̠̗͋̎̉̽̂̐ṱ̵̨͍̆̔͛̔h̶̻͚̓͒͊̽̒͗̚͝͝ë̵̢̪̗̺̰̫͘ ̴̨̞̭̭̖͎̼̟̾̀͋͆́̃͝T̴̡̳̥͂͛̔́̃̀̉̕̕e̵̪̣̥̺͐̅̕n̵͎̹͍͕̮͈̭̘̻̑͋̇̈̃t̶̛̛̟̱̜̟̲͗̄̐̉͝h̷̡̝̰̻̓̊̓̏̈́͊ ̴͕̭̈́͛M̵̡̞̽͛͌̅̓̓͆̇͝o̴̢̢͉̩͈͐͐̕ǫ̷̨̙̪̻̯͖̒̏͋̓͂̕n̷̼̈́̇̾̏͊,̷̢̭̦̉͠
̷͉͔̲̞̥͙͓͕̋̈́͗̈́̌͝ḁ̴͈̎̈͒̈́͗̀̕ẗ̸̨͎̜̞́̌̿̋̈̒̑̀̚ ̴̨͍̳̣̿̈̑͋̇̚͠ę̸̛̬̹̳l̸̨̞͍̖̇͂́̽̽̎͜ę̷̢̢̖̦̠̼͒̑̔̂v̵͖̟̺̔͗̒̉͝e̴̮̒̎̓̀̄̽͂̿͝n̶͍͖̲̹̞̺̭̺̩͑̌̎̂̚ ̸̙̝̺͈͛͌̆̾̑̇̚o̶̧͓͔̘̞̅̿͘’̷̫̼̙̱͛͜͜c̶̨̲̦̠̰̫̪̎̈́̀̀͠l̵̤̖̟͑̇̾͗̆ö̷̧͈̩̤̼̞́̒͐̿́̊͝c̴̡̛͍͉̺̭̳̉̈̔̀͛k̷̜̈̒̃̂͒́̄̚ ̵͎̹͈͖͙͕͜͝ǐ̵̡̧͍̞̦̓͜n̷̨̲̟̗̮͙͎̅͂̀̿̈͠ͅ ̷͕̯̜̱̩͇̭͖̎͂̓̈́͜t̴̗̣͍̳̩̣̭͎͙͊͗̓̏̕ẖ̶̡̈́̈͝e̸̻̹̣͓̪̒̓̓͆̑̌̚̕ ̶̡͈͔̅͋̾͒̿͘̕e̸͚͒̇͋͝v̷̻̫̀͑̾̉͋ė̴̲͌́̉́̈́͊͊n̵̺̈́̽̒͐͗͒̃͂í̵͕̰̭̺̆͠n̵͕͎̈́̿̉͗̀̈̑̈́͠g̴͙̘̥̬̻̪͉̰̣̽̽̾̄͑̔́̅̿
̵̢̨̳̺͕̪̗̺͖̏̏̒̔̒͘̚T̸̢̲͈͔̘̠͑͋̒́̈́̓̿̚̚͜h̴̡̻̦͛̌̑̏̉͌͘͘ẹ̸̦̗̝̗̻͍̳̄ ̵̗̳̩̓T̸͎̻̥̣̺̪̻̱̍̓̍͌o̵̧̲͖̲̜̖̮̰̘͌̃̍͒̈́̕w̵͉̭̘͓̣͛n̶̢̢̼̫̫͖͈̒̉͝ ̵̩̤̰͈̜̭̓C̴͕̤͆̋͐̏̕̚ē̶͉͖̱͇̬̬̟͔͋̀͆͆̕n̷̤̦̝̫͉͚̤̽͒̋̾̓̐̇͘ͅt̸͔̰̫̼͂̒͊e̴̘̎̉̇͝ŕ̸̡̝̫͎̉͒͝ ̷̢͝o̸̙͕̥͋f̶̛̫͉͑͛́̈́͂͗ ̸̧̛̹̫͔̳̤̬̅̐C̵̯̯͛ŏ̷̬̬̯͎͙͉͓̪̳̕͠ņ̷̝̙̩̻̦͇͉͖͗͌̈́̓̊͐͘v̷͕͙͇͉̣̯̳̳̇̀̍̌̀̇̿͋͝e̸̢̛͍͒́̂͑͝ͅr̶̢̧̳̙͉̬͉̼̒̈́̔͛ǧ̷̲͉̒́͑̄̈́͂̚ͅȩ̸̹̥͙͙͈̦̪̱̋̌̾͑͂͛n̶̖̯͍͝c̶̛̻̻̜̫̲̪̊̒̌̒̍͋̔ë̸͓̱̱͚͖͇̞́̌́͑̅̇̒͆͛
̸̢̧̭͉̬͋̉̓̍̋̂R̵̨̘̹̻͉̖̥̔̓͗̽͂̈́̓ẽ̷͉̹̼͓̎̑̾͐̇̌ͅc̵̢̥̱̲̠̣̐ẻ̸͎̍́p̴̛͎̠͕͍͍̉́̍̍̒̓͝͝ͅṯ̷̢͐̂ȋ̵̡̝̉o̴͔̮̙̖̮̺͗̽̓̐̽̓̽n̶̛̯͈͐̓̾̂̈́͝͝ ̴̙̀̍̑̈&̵̼̝͕̆̒͊̿ ̶̢̰̠͕̦̑̊̍̽̏͗̎̋̀͜d̴̝͈͎̗́́̽͛͠a̸̝͍͈̥̣̦͒̆͆ͅn̵̜͇͎̖̫̐̽̈́̊̃̔̀̇̀c̷̜̙̊̆̏i̵͎͈͙̣͖̜̎̆͝n̴̥̘̼̪̚ģ̵̧͙̹̥͎̠̜̃̃̂̈́ ̵̩̰͗͒̀̍̃̒̇̀͘ţ̷͓̱̖͔̻̲̅̉́͝ͅo̷̡̤̖̜̰̝̮͊́̈́͊͆͗͜ ̸̢̭̫͎͕̱̼͒ḟ̷̬̾̌̃̓͛̋ơ̷̢̹̜̱̦͍͕̠̌͒̎̽͌̍̽͝l̵̢̮̜͖̻͆͛͑̈́̌̌̚l̴̞͖͎̺̪̘̗͎͙̓̐̈́͘͘͘̕͠ǫ̷͉̫̹̌͒̽̑̑͘w̸̡͔̘̲̻͙͇̗̆̇͌̋͐̌̍̅͘͜
̴͚̦̻̹̇͛̋́̔͛͋͝F̶̡̗̼̗̓ͅơ̷̢̛͔̹̈̓̓͌̈̕ŗ̴̨͙͈̖̠͉̲́̔͛̀̐̊͝m̶̧̙̲̔͊ä̶̢̭̘͔̺͍͇̎͛l̸̢͍̞͈̖̊͂̌͊̄̄̀͝ͅ ̶͉͊͐̏́̏͗͛̋d̷̰̘̩̘̙͂͝r̸̨̩͓̀̈́̓̂͌̏̆͛͜è̵̢̢̧̲̟̯͚̋̑͋̀͗̚̕͝ͅͅs̴̨͒̄̄̎̎̎̊ş̶͕̑̿̐̈́̏̽̏ ̷̘̞̯̹͙̬̟̏͜͝m̸̼͑͗̀͘ư̶̧̱̮̘̯̝̥̩͕͐̌̇͗̾͌s̴̠̻͚͓͔̫̰̍ͅt̷̥̖̼̪͔̺͈̒͘ ̸̤͇̠̗̑̾i̸͉͎̱̳͍̅̀͆̉́͌̿̇ṅ̸͈͈̲̙̲̞̠̺ͅc̸̢̛̗̼̻̰̓̍͂́̇̊̕͜͝l̶͍̖̤͈̈̈́̀͐̇u̶̲̹͌͋d̷̡̡̞͖̈́̉̆́́ͅȩ̷̤͍̱̳͌̓̉̀̾͑͛̃͘ ̵̡̟͈̻̒̐̿͆̒̀́̚p̷̢̮̪̐ṙ̴̢̹͖̞̿̾͘ͅo̸̲̲͎̪̳̥̞̙̫͘p̵̺̫̮̗̏͜e̵̤̞̯̖̲̭͋̽́̈́͘̚r̴̛̼̐́̈́͑͆̌̕͝ͅ ̶̢̞̲̗̬̤͆̇͐͛̓̔̕f̷̢͉̠̖̻̝̾͐̑̆͂̏͊͑̕͜o̴̟̙͐̓͑͌̈̉̔̿͘ó̴̧̞͇͙͖̲̱͇̯̓̔̄̀̀t̶̨̤̙̦͓̋̃͊̿̄̀̕w̷̮̫̯̒͌̉̿̐ḁ̷̝̜̼̜͕́̃̓̂r̸̹̠͇̺̖̄̋̾̉̊̕ë̸̢̖̱̲̹̥͈́̇̇͛̽ ̷̡̡̭̗͓̫̭͔͛͜ä̴͉̭̩́̍ṋ̷̡̼̟̩̩̟̝͐̕̕d̷̛̠̤̳͚͓̭̤̲͖͛̈́̅͂̓̐͝ ̶̣͋͆̉̊̽b̴̳͍̺̠̝̀͑̊͆͌͘r̷͙̗̥͝é̶̛̦͙̟͋̄͛̇͊̐̕ê̶̛̩̦̰͉͊́̀̓͛c̷͕̖̳̀̅͌͒̓̔h̸̝̦̦̠͚̥̭͠ĕ̷̬̽̀͑͒̀̋s̸͈̘̬͍̘̉̿̉͂͑̎́
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translation:
and
Arthur Thornwood, Master Alchemist, child of Mr. and Ms. Thornwood,
request the honor of your presence
at the celebration of the glorious return of our beloved Harmonia,
at the unity of the Quislings and the Heretics into the Seventh District,
and at their wedding
on the Eighth day of the Tenth Moon,
at nine o’clock in the evening
The Town Center of Convergence
Reception & dancing to follow
Formal dress must include proper footware and breeches
2023 Game Season
Game 74: Crossing the Line
January 27-29 at FDR State Park
As the malefic fires smolder and the presence of Fiends subside, the chill of winter sets in. Political pressure from inside the Green Sash Army escalates into an all-out feud as the leaders restructure their ranks and General Rosencranz resigns in protest. Desertion is high and posts abandoned as soldiers choose sides. Skirmishes and infighting amongst the soldiers have broken out along trade routes. The League of Free Townships has called an emergency meeting in response as news of “widespread corruption” within the Green Sashes spreads throughout the Townships.
Merchants please include 3-4pm in your business hours for this event.
Game 75: Et tu Kalliope
February at FDR State Park
In the prelude to the League of Free Townships council report, the dust has begun to settle. Audits have been conducted of various establishments of bureaucracy, charity, and profit alike. A tangible foreboding can be felt all across the townships and a mysterious new star shines in the eastern sky. The docks at Port Spitefield begin to flood as the waters slowly rise each day, and the Shek Vyl Empire is unusually quiet. Strange clicking noises have been reported on dark nights as the moon has begun to disappear.
A Gana, a Deva,
A green and yellow Naga.
I wrote a letter to my friend,
But with that it did transcend.
I wandered through the blackened pit,
and on the way I dropped it.
This little thing, they picked it up,
and put it in their pocket…
Game 76: The Men Who Tread on the Tiger’s Tail
April 14 – 16 at Harrison Bay State Park
carry me away
the air is heavy with war
how can the gods breathe
The feud between the Chosen Exiles and the Order of the Sanctified goes back generations.
The Sanctified leaders are building a demon army to annihilate the Exiles while the Exiles turn any roaming demons back toward the Sanctified. The Sanctified, facing tactical assault by incorporeal demons, bind them into their army and send them in large groups back towards the Exiles. The Exiles, staring down the waves of demons, free them and send them back towards the Sanctified. Any demon casualties within the feud are sent back to the karmic wheel as duty requires.
In the Fracture, both clans have suffered heavy losses over the years, and many of their skilled warriors have already fallen in battle. Recently, the Order of the Sanctified made a bold move, assassinating the Chosen Exiles chief strategist, hoping to deal a decisive blow to their enemies’ leadership. The Exiles responded by setting fire to a Sanctified village, killing many innocent civilians in the process. The Sanctified were outraged and they vowed revenge. The escalating tensions between the two clans have become a cycle of violence and revenge, fueled by long-standing grudges and deep-seated mistrust. It seems that only true acts of courage and compassion could break the cycle and bring peace to the warring clans, less they annihilate themselves.
Game 77: The Conjuration of Tomek
May 28 at MomoCon
Dear friend, won’t you join us for tea,
In a whimsical land, full of glee?
Where the cups are made of delicate lace,
And the tea flows at a leisurely pace.
We’ll gather at the table with care,
In our village square, so wondrous and fair,
With a spread of cakes and sandwiches too,
And all manner of treats, just for you.
There will be Jabbotts and rabbits to play,
As we while away the hours in a curious way,
With conversation both witty and bright,
As we soak up the magic of the night.
So please do come, dressed in your finest attire,
For this tea party promises to inspire,
A fanciful world where dreams come true,
And where anything is possible for me and you.
Yours sincerely,
Your curious host
Antimity
Game 78: Rains of Ash
June 24 at Picketts Mill Battlefield State Park
Game 79: Shadows of Destiny: Unveiling the Ziggurat’s Secrets
August 4-6 at Harrison Bay State Park, Tennessee
Now, my dear friends, let me regale you with a tale of resilience and fortitude, set in a land where darkness cast its gloomy veil over once-peaceful plains. The Green Sash Army, tasked with safeguarding these lands, found themselves grappling with a fearsome new adversary—the Desecrated. Those ghastly Ghuls emerged from their shadows, daring to venture above ground, spreading terror and chaos like a relentless storm.
Out yonder, on steps of the Shrine of War, sat Uncle Thibodeaux, a Pagan of wisdom and experience. He was takin’ a moment to rest his weary bones after a hard day’s work, accompanied by his loyal friend, Billie, a trusty Halberd with a keen sense for trouble. But then, y’see, the stillness of the evening was broken by an eerie sound driftin’ in on the gentle breeze—a haunting clinking of chains that sent a chill down his spine. A sense of foreboding washed over him, like the whispers of old tales ’bout those Will-o-wisps, givin’ him a hint that darkness was lurking ’round the bend.
Meanwhile, not too far away, Fi and Frankie, two kindred spirits, found solace in a quiet picnic under the warm sun. They filled the air with laughter and companionship, momentarily forgettin’ the shadows creepin’ upon their once-idyllic afternoon. But as dusk drew near, a low-lying fog began to crawl across the meadow, slow and steady, ’til it hung heavy in the air. Now, this wasn’t just any fog, mind ya—it had a bone-chillin’ coldness that pierced straight to their very souls. Even a cracklin’ fire and snug blankets couldn’t fend off the ominous cold that had taken its grip.
Their journey was rife with danger, and every step they took was a challenge of life and death. But deep within their hearts, they knew that courage ain’t the absence of fear, but the willin’ness to confront it head-on, even when the odds seem insurmountable.
Game 80: Day of Demons
September 8-10 at Harrison Bay State Park, Tennessee
A new orange light glows softly on the horizon in the Spirit Realm from high atop a man-made mountain above the River of Souls. The wailing and cries and mournful sobbing lessen, a new high priest takes their place at the entrance, and the artificial way between the Material and Spirit Realm closes permanently. Its presence has been here so long near Convergence that its loss feels more akin to the coming of a new age. Andromeda looks up from her notes as the sun sets, picks up her lantern, and begins to make her rounds, tucking people in, checking under their bed, and singing them soft lullabies.
Jack finishes his drink at the Blushing Crab in Port Spitefield, feeling the loss of the Way and his friend. The candlelights flicker for a bit before superstitious Gentlefolk strike up a merry tune to drown out the sudden chill. Cheers ring out as a drinking contest finishes nearby and its champion buys a round for the house. A well-armed Rakshasa stands and sets the next drinking challenge for Visvedevas. “The Day of Demons is a celebration of skill, gratitude for one’s ability and health, and embracing the continuation of life in tremendous spite of its hardships. We’ll drink the best and the worst and the most, start in the day, and carry on til we can’t walk no further!” Cheers ring out across the pub as the merriment spills into the streets. “And put to the blade any deva that gets in our way!”
Game 81: The Everlasting Dilemma
Octoberber 6-8 at Harrison Bay State Park, Tennessee
Only those keen enough to be out under the evening sky would notice the growing darkness behind the moon.
The morning sun dawns bright hues of red to orange and deep gold. Einheitnacht preparations for the LFT begin at the newly formed Seventh District, despite the frequent setbacks from the Shrie, strangely paired sentinels, and reports of vandalism. Amidst the falling leaves, a soft rainbow bridges a tiny stream. Crow, even now more uneasy, makes her way inside to pack and meet with the crew. A storm is coming…
In a serene and sun-dappled pond nearby, two vibrant koi fish gracefully dance in synchronized harmony. Their scales shimmer like liquid gemstones, reflecting the azure sky above. The larger of the two, a majestic obsidian koi, leads the elegant ballet, its body adorned with bold streaks of red and black. With every sinuous curve of its body, it propels itself through the water, creating ripples that ripple outward, like a painter’s brushstroke on a canvas of liquid silk. Following closely behind, a smaller koi, resplendent in shades of pearlescent white, mimics the movements of its ebony companion. Its fins flutter like delicate, translucent fans, adding an ethereal quality to their aquatic performance. They swim in perfect unison, their tails sweeping through the water like synchronized swimmers in a grand aquatic show.
The tranquil pond becomes a stage for their aquatic ballet, and with each graceful turn, they seem to celebrate the timeless beauty of their watery world. To Dys, they bring a sense of calm and wonder as she delicately folds up her letters. To all who are fortunate enough to witness their graceful, circular journey through the crystal-clear waters of their pond, it is but a brief respite.
2024 Game Season
Game 82: Hands of Gold
January 19-21 at Indian Springs State Park, Georgia
In the aftermath of military defeat, the Shrie, desperate and battered, turned to a dark and insidious path for their survival. Operating in the shadows for years, they engaged in the abhorrent trade of human trafficking to acquire slaves, intending to harness the captives’ labor to empower their sinister god. Driven by an insatiable hunger for power, the Shrie skulked amonst unsuspecting settlements, capturing innocent souls under the cover of night. The enslaved were dragged into the depths of the Underneath, where the Shrie subjected them to unspeakable conditions, both physically and spiritually.
As the news of the Shrie’s atrocities spread, the free market turned against them. Merchants and traders, appalled by the Shrie’s heinous acts, boycotted any dealings with the underground menace. Starved of resources and lacking the support of the surface world, the Shrie faced a new kind of siege—one driven by economic isolation. Faced with relentless opposition, the Shrie found themselves hunted, their every move scrutinized by those determined to free their kin from the clutches of darkness.
Anne Marie stares down the rocky passages echoing with the ghostly whispers of a lost civilization, her blades gleaming. Sturdy obsidian structures dot the sprawling network, once a testament to the Shrie’s craftsmanship, now vandalized with blood and muck. Within the confines of these tunnels, the Shrie live a precarious existence, haunted by the memory of their fateful transition from builders and traders to ruthless raiders. Deep inside, the eerie glow of the Underneath contrasts with their dark intentions, fueled by a fanatical belief in their supremacy.
“Bury it.”
A rockslide rolls down the hill, smothering the entrance. As the dust settles, all that remains is the all too familiar scent of earth and festering corpses.