od The War of the Hollow Emperor is eat pone M mee Carme DeUmOeCe Cost Cm Gb tm Erm mo Ke erat But the war had its price. Thedand is in ruins. Bay sry ROTC Peer aCEe HUE Ret mE EEO have Ea SOE everywhere. Famine, pestilence and violence rule the esa aan 3) yaa ae Bont Py Estey oty SBCA CO Ibe VERDUCCI who is not worth tarnishing one’s Pa rs OIMO Ces Mee ELC} . BU Reet yy Cum ieny commands you: CU ev ODMR TE LLY Estos Wo and travel PPRPCM Crores Coe am aiiad PRR CHa CRC oRy MIC OmUe Lag San aE NRO MR CRA as Oe SCR Tac rc) Raethe aftermath of a devastating tar. Che qame is set ina grim ez be Scribe is a solo roleplaying / morld building qame about and dark fantagp world full of violence, magic and despair. You plap the part of She Sevibe, a nameless traveller whose mission ig to gather stories of horrible things that have happened during the war. You write these stories in pour journal until pou can't go on anpmore. You need one six-sided die, pour journal (digital or physical) anda beatt of stone. One more thing: The world of The Scribe will be pour creation. There will be no pre-defined names or Lore for pou to use. You build the world with the stories pou'll find. She Reles ‘The rules are simple: There's ten tables. To create a story, you roll 2 six-sided die for each of the tables. Rolla die, see the result, write che reculein your journal, and then move to the next rable to repeat the process. (Once you've gathered all ten clements af your story, giveit some time. How do the elements connect in your head? What kind of images, names, persons and places your imagination starts to produce? ‘When you are ready, write the story in your journal Re-writing is strongly encouraged. When you have three stories in your journal, you have permission to gohome and hand your journal to the Crippled King. Or you can continue, ifyou feel there are still mare stories to tell. It’s up to you. While writing, follow these principles: Give everything and everyonea name, Ifthere’sa tuwit ur person iu your stony, yiveit « uae. ‘Makeit bleak. Make it dark, The Scribe is not a game of sunshine and hope. Think the worst of everyoue aud everything, Fleshout your stories. The dice only give you a skeleton ofa story. You make the stories come to life. Irsabout the stories, Create stories that speak to you. IFsome elements don't match in your head, feel free wy cauiye ur remove dieu, Revol are allowed. You can also tie the stories together by using the saute locatious, names aud eleuteuts ill your stories,cB eye Koll a si Pag tere are yoo txaveling?} ev 2. Coast eRe Pad Savant asco meri} Pant neo d aeurd Possessed seer a ecectetd pa Pats Sean 5.Castle 6.City EUG Pacman prego 4.Group of soldiers cons eae 1. Group of starving beggars ie rene ee eh eee 4, Demun(s) and possession Pea ee do Og act OCR SCR CnC a Ce Fi . PUTA Guru ecu ear ia Pee eae eta RUS ee Rata sce cst 4. Conflict about food and water pao eee i Ceiee tec Ce ce cs | Peay Pais paeees Pe eer Pree een ng x / iy Rec a) Paced ar * Pare ogettad Pa ead acer EI What happened to The Villain? | PSEC BU actit Deut Use CUn eae aeons etd Pee Set P 6.No one knows a 7 Peete oneness Peet 3. Insanity and depression prevails Peano art Seen eee ste e tis aU Ee neta rsHee : 2 — aThe Fall of Besrin ‘This story was created withthe lowing dice esl: 2, 46,3, 6,12, 3, and 1 was traveling the ragged coast of Giray when I met a very troubled young woman called Shira. She aimed to boa seer, haunted by visions and sounds from all across the land This isthe story shetold me Not far away from bere, ona rocky bay, stands the small ity of Besrin. The citys insignificant in every way, and it is mainly lenown tobe 3 home for fishermen and their families. Revavae of this, the war never telly rowehod the city But then, during the last days of the war, tragedy finally found its way to Besrin. One night, avast army of undead soldiers emerged ftom the foggy marshes and surrounded Besein. Noone knows where they came from or who they fought for. The rumor had icthat the army was an unsuccessful experiment by some now dead warlock. Another rumor tok that so much blood had been spilled on the sol thas the dead were awakened. The undead didn’t attack. Instead, one of them came forward snd said "Give as « human child snd we will leave ‘The people inside the city were horrified, But the city elders quickly decided that chey will not give in tothe inhuman demands of the undead. Instead, they decided that they will wait, even fight iFitcomes tothat. Also the city's old mage. Yasemin, was instracted to dive into her books and find the most horrible spells of destruction she could find. Days went by. Thea weeks. The army stood outside Restin's walls, motionless. And every night they repeated their demand: "Give tus human child and we willleave Every now and then someone bravely tried to sneak out from the city. But they were all quickly and relentlessly murdered by the waded Aftertwa months the city was starcing toan outof food and water These wore aleo whispers of hing disease speesding in the poorer parts of the city. Bestin was starting 10 rot. But the elders stood strong, No sacrifice would be made, Finally, after three months, a group of young men decided to act. Three adventurous childhood friends, Alper, Durak and Samet, sneaked co one of the citys orphanages. Their plan was to snactch achilé and offer it tothe undead. Butthings didn't go as planned, a scufe broke owt and soon one of the orphanage's nurses lay dead on che floor. an alarm starved toring through the city. Alper, Durak and Samet escaped the orphanage and ran straight away to the parapets of the city. They had robbed an infant girl from her eradle Alper, the bravest of the boys, lifted the baky over his head and shouted tothe night: “Here is your child. Now, come take her and then getaway from here! ‘Bat the people of Besrin were having none oft. No sacriflees. hat was the decision. When the undead approached the city wall, the peaple of Besrin attacked. But they shouldn't have. The undesd cut through Besrin's defenders like they were paper. The enraged undead stormed the city. YYasemin, the old mage, tied to keep them at bay but to no avail Hor epee got out af eantral and thecity tank aflame. Horeibla destruction ensued and the people of Bestin started ro escape the city When the undead finally eaprared Vasemia, she had driven herself mad with the destructive powers she had unleashed. Most of the city was in ashes, and the people were either dead or escaping. No sign ofthe hee boys or the baby were anywhere tobe seen, either ‘Some poor souls sci inhabit the ruins of Bestin, but itis mostly abandoned now. And the lung disease spreading from the city has become mach more than just a rumor ‘The armyof the undead was ast seen standing motionless by the seashore, as if waiting fora ship to ake them home.Eee cee rer ees fore aEy The Sceibe is an independent production by Ville Vli-Katiutila / Damageroll and is not a(Tiliated with Ockult Oremastare Games or Stockholm Kartel. It is published under the MORK BORG Third Party License. Everything by Ville Vii-Knuutila / Damageroll. | MORK BORG is copyright of Ockult Ortmastare Games and Stockholm Kartell, |