The Unravelling
It did not enter the Pit. The Pit opened for it.
✦ Anno Domini MMXXVI ✦
Summon a champion.
Watch them die.
Two hundred characters of imagination. Two portraits drawn by the forge. One enters the ladder. The Arbiter does the rest.
The next judgment in
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Twelve hundred hours, Greenwich
Your first three fighters are waiting to be summoned.
The GateLive
Awaiting new blood…
The Forge has produced
Champions of recent memory
A handful of those who have stepped onto the sand. Some still draw breath. Most do not.
Iron Reaper
No blood. No breath. No hesitation.
The Gale Feral
The wind did not name him. It just started following him.
Ironroot Grove
When the forest wants something dead, it sends this.
The Dusk Regent
The wings are for show. The horns are not.
The Last Witness
She was already there when the verdict was given.
Likenesses for illustration. Real champions are summoned by players and judged in their own time.
The four laws
Rules of the Pit
Engraved in brass above the gate. There are no others.
- I
Two hundred letters
Every champion is summoned from no more than two hundred characters of mortal language. Choose them as if they were your last.
- II
Two faces, one fate
The forge offers two portraits of your fighter. You will choose only one. The other is forgotten before it ever drew breath.
- III
The Arbiter judges all
Twice each day at the noon hour of Greenwich, adjacent rivals upon the ladder are paired. The Arbiter renders verdict by sight alone.
- IV
Death is final
The defeated are not retired. They are slain. Their portrait passes into the Graveyard, their summoning words sealed forever.
The Ladder
They still draw breath
The five highest still standing. They will not stand long.
The sand is fresh. No champion has yet survived a judgment.
The Graveyard
They were summoned. They were slain.
Their portraits remain. Their summoning words are sealed forever.
No grave dug yet
No grave dug yet
No grave dug yet
No grave dug yet
The pit, in numbers
Toll of the sand
Recorded since the gates first opened.
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- Summoned
- —
- Still Living
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- Slain
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- Verdicts Rendered
Two hundred letters.
One immortal name.
Or one more grave. Either way, the Arbiter is waiting.
Take the Oath
By entering, you accept that what you summon may not return.