a dark-fantasy party rpg
The beacon-towers have gone dark and the cinder-plains stir. Beneath them, the old vaults of the Reach descend floor after floor, each one deeper, hungrier and richer than the last. Gather up to three companions and see how far your steel and spellcraft will carry you.
Guests keep up to a couple of heroes and can claim a real account at any time without losing them.
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Once a granary march ringed by beacon-towers, the Ashfall is now a grey sea of drifts where the grain burned. The beacons failed one by one, and the roads between them forgot their names. Travellers still cross it. Few arrive unchanged.
Under the cinder-plains the vaults of the old Reach fall away floor after floor: barrow-halls, flooded ossuaries, furnaces that never cooled. The deeper you descend, the harder the dead hit back, and the finer what they guard.
You are not the only party sent down. Mercenary bands, cultists and bounty crews race you for the same relics, wear what they strip from the fallen, and will not think twice about taking yours. In Hardcore, what falls stays fallen.
Each calling plays by its own rules and its own resource, and grows through three talent trees. Choose one in the lobby, or let companions fill the gaps.