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To the Curious & the Keen-Eyed: A Welcome

By: Solista Moon, Lorekeeper of the Obsidian Archive

Greetings, Fellow Scribes!,

I see you’ve found your way to these crumbling pages—whether by fate, folly, or the relentless pull of questions unanswered. Welcome. You stand now among the ranks of those who dare to sift through the dust of ages, to piece together what time and tyranny have sought to erase.

This archive is not a mere collection of dates and deeds. It is a living thing, a tapestry woven from fragments: a half-buried inscription here, a merchant’s drunken confession there, the faintest whisper of a ballad sung in a long-dead tongue. Here, we do not simply record history—we hunt it.

You Are Needed!

The past is not a solitary pursuit. Every scholar’s ink-stained hands, every wanderer’s rumor, every rogue’s pilfered letter adds to the mosaic. If you possess—

- A brave heart that can stand the horrors to come,

- A interest to solve seemly never ending dilemmas,

- Or even a nagging suspicion that the *real* problem has yet to be found…

—then you are already one of us.

A Warning (and a Promise)

Tread carefully. History is not a gentle muse. Some truths are buried for a reason; some names, erased by design. But fear not—for together, we will shine light into the dark corners of ⛨⚚⍟⃟ ⍤⚝⛧.

Where to Begin?

- Peruse the latest fragments uncovered (*see previous entry*).

- Share your own findings in the notes below (all accounts are worthy of consideration).

- Stay vigilant. Whispers suggest an ancient record—audible, not writtenmay soon surface. More when the stars align.

In solidarity and ink,

Solista Moon, Lorekeeper of the Obsidian Archive

(And Lady Parchment, who insists her pawprint counts as a signature)

P.S. Mind the cat. She believes all manuscripts belong to her by divine right.

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🕯️ THE THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG IN THE KINGDOM... AND THERE THINGS LURKING IN THE DARK🕯️

A new horror podcast is spreading its roots in the dark.

Harrowed Halls Bleed Red is a Audio TTRPG horror saga where heresy, treason, and war fester like gangrene in the realm’s rotting heart. The peasants whisper of the dead stirring in their graves—but the faithful think it blasphemy, the nobles call it peasant superstition, and the truth is somewhere in between.

The truth? The rot runs far deeper than the grave.

A Realm Rotting from the Head Down

Blood and gold are traded for silence and the inkling of something approaching only increases paranoia. A hidden host anoint their altars with sacrificial wine—too red, too thick. The peasantry are caught unaware in political schemes and drama as the true threat lingers in the distance approaching slowly but surely.

And beneath it all? The unnatural do not sleep. They learn.

Your guides through this labyrinth of lies?

- Those who's fate bare the burden have yet to be discovered

Trust no one. The blight wears a human face.

What Festers in the Harrowed Halls?

-The Politics of the Damned?: Dissent rises with the tides as the King of the Shattered Isles uses his fleet to quell unrest against unruly pirates. Too much blood feeds into the sea, but are the treacherous waters the only hungry beast?

-Heresy or Revelation?: The peasants whisper of ancient graves that belonged to heroes of the ages past, the inhabitants awakening—with blackened tongues and hollow eyes. The pious calls it madness. You’re not so sure.

- A Slow Unraveling: Every episode peels back another layer of the realm’s sickness. By the time you see the maggots, you’re already part of the feast.

Why Listen?

This isn’t just another actual-play podcast. The dicerolls, the rules—they’ve been left to decay. What remains is pure, medieval treachery:

- A Crown of Lies: Game of Thrones meets The Thing—where no one is clean, and the rot is contagious

- Fully Voiced & Immersive: The slick sound of a bishop’s honeyed lies. The wet crunch of something moving in a confessional booth

- The Inevitable Collapse : You’ll dread the moment the first noble stops pretending to be human

When Does the Mask Slip?

The first episode arrives [TBA]. Follow, reblog, or swear your fealty… before the night takes your tongue.

Or kneel to the new order now, and pray it remembers mercy.

The halls are not yet harrowed. The blood is not yet spilled. But the feast is set… and all must eat.

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