A tabletop loreplaying game
Wake with no memory. Find out who you were.
You fall into the Sphere with only fragments of a past life. The rest comes back as you play, along with what you pry from the foes you defeat.
How it plays · 1 of 6
You wake with no memory.
Every Fell starts here, with only fragments. The LoreMaster hands your past back in pieces called Secrets, meant for you alone until you decide to share them.
How it plays · 2 of 6
Every roll can make you better.
Roll a single d6 and add your skill. The LoreMaster rolls against you. Land a 6, a Fellmark, and the skill you used grows on the spot.
Your Trickery is 3. Each Fellmark raises it by 1, up to 5. A Fellmark at 5 lets you master it.
How it plays · 3 of 6
Everyone moves at once.
Nobody sits out waiting. Every combatant gets one Act and one React each round, and the whole round lands together. Fights are built to finish in under fifteen minutes.
How it plays · 4 of 6
You are what you loot.
Beat something dangerous and take what made it dangerous. Mid-fight, spend an Act and a Skyvault Shard to imprint a looted infusion into your weapon for good.
Example Costs one Act and one Skyvault Shard. The item is used up.
How it plays · 5 of 6
Death is another fight.
Drop to 0 Vitality and your soul falls into Pandemonium. There you face Aether Strands, ghostly copies of yourself driven by Discord, the hunger that eats the Sphere's lore. Beat them and you come back.
Strands you faceone for each of your levels
Fall to them holding an Ascension Crystalyou come back, and the crystal is gone
Fall to them with noneyou die for good
How it plays · 6 of 6
No classes. One choice to start.
Spend your first Ascension Crystal on an attribute and it hands you a starting point. Everything after that comes from play.
Pick from 36 lineages across the worlds, or design your own.
These four woke up like you will
The Sphere
Dozens of worlds, held apart by the Skyvault.
Point at a world to see it. Select it to step inside.
Swipe to turn the Sphere.
Seventeen are charted here
Choose a world
Each one is home to a lineage you can play.
Unmake. Unmake. Unmake the flesh.
Unmake the will. Unmake what's left.
The Madstone pulses. The brands ignite.
I bleed through dark, I birth the blight.
Ninth Scroll of Oroniel, seventh stanza
What Discord takes, the Sphere forgets.
Discord waits past the Skyvault, in Pandemonium. It feeds on lore and memory until the world they held is gone.
