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INCUNABULI

A First Impression
Jalisco tugged his sleeves. His cufflinks flashed in the setting sun. Chamber music lilted neath the vaulted pergola, and the scent of wine and cut cypress pervaded the place. Jalisco sniffed, shrugged. "Stop shrugging," said the man beside him. A weasley fellow, but one far more comfortable in the ...
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Foreign Gentlemen
Something crashed in the night.Eloise scowled. Half past two in the morning. Another crash, followed by several echoing clangs, like a kettle dropped down steps. Then a muffled rumble of raucous adolescent chortling. Eloise tore away her bedclothes, stomped for the door, nightgown flapping.Barefoot...
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Neosorcery
On the cobbled gatepost, there sat a skull. A human skull, set in a divot midst the stones. Brown, crusty. A fresh wreath of floral daisy pixies, their heads torn off, crowned its sun-dried pate. A lump of clay carved with runes was tied in its gaping jaw. On the road, two Ward Rangers stared [&hell...
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Incunabuli - Playtest
I run an original d12 RPG system.So far, we're calling it the Incunabuli System. It's the Coast's home RPG, built specially to support as elegantly as possible gameplay befitting the setting. It's based on the sweet, consequential parts of old school design, but it is not a retroclone.Find the syste...
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A Second Chance
At the hearth, there sat a man weeping. A man with a farmer's brown hide and the grey-green eyes of a Southerner. His lips, quaking, traced silent petitions. Rosary beads passed between his rough fingertips. * Tears rolled over the worn knuckles, over the stone beads, dashed themselves to steam ...
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Gold Fever
A coin clattered on the polished bar top. A stool scraped. A pair of bandaged palms clasped beside."What's this?" said the barback. She plucked up the coin, turned it round. It was old, thick. Dented, but cleanly cast with bas reliefs: Some runes on the obverse; and on the reverse: the cruel-eyed ...
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Recollection
On the path, before the yawning wood, there stood a sign.A crooked, nailed-together affair assembled from three planks and a rotting post. Covered in the crusty lime of lichen and dry bird droppings.Down the path, from a sunny wheatgrass field, gained a sound of horseshoes. Two sets, and a jangle ...
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Rattleshake
Out on the moor, there stood a red deer. A fuzzy-antlered buck. It surveyed the rippling moor. Veritable waves of purple heather and gold wheatgrass under a cathedral of driving clouds. It sniffed languidly. The moor smelt of honeycomb and alfalfa. It chewed, kept back to munching the floral scrub....
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Lotus Eaters
Green waves beat over the dinghy's pointed prow.Nils raised a hand for the sting of salt, hunched bobbing at the little boat's forward bench. Ahead, over a rolling field of choppy emerald, showed a stone-strewn shore; wet, black and shining under a diffuse and shrouded sun.He turned about, clutched ...
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Incunabuli - About
About Incunabuli is a Gothic-fairytale RPG setting told through prose. It's a developing and increasingly-usable reference for campaigns inspired by or set in the Incunabuli setting: The fairytale land of the Coast.Twitter was and remains Incunabuli's original home. Follow @Incunabuli for updates ...
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