Hey everyone, I'm Laika, part of Lilith Press, and we’re officially opening applications for beta testers.
We’re looking for players who want to jump in, test our current system, help us refine mechanics, and be part of something we’re building from the ground up. We’ll be running combat tests, balance passes, art previews, and other experimental content as development continues.
As a reward, the winning team from each beta event will have their characters canonized in the campaign setting, and potentially featured in the final TTRPG book.
If you want in, add me and let me know you’re interested. This won’t be a one-time thing, we’ll be running multiple beta sessions.
Bring your best builds. Bring your best teamwork. And most importantly, make your mark
discord: teethgrit
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You and a small band of survivors walk the corpse of the post-Rapture Soviet Union.
The world did not end in fire.
It ended in revelation.
After the event known only as the Rapture, civilization folded in on itself like wet paper. The faithful were not lifted. The wicked were not judged. Instead, something else came through.
Angels now roam the earth, but not the winged beauties of scripture, nor the perfect burning seraphim of holy art. These are parodies of the divine. Amalgamations of stolen human anatomy. Arms and wings rupture from wet meat. Faces bloom where they should not. Some almost resemble people, like a memory half-remembered. Others writhe blindly, long and pale as worms in the dark.
Divinity has become a sickness in the soil. like radiation.
It seeps into concrete. Pools in abandoned streets. Collects in the bones of the dead. When it concentrates, reality begins to loosen. Shadows move when nothing casts them. Structures breathe. Distance stops behaving correctly. The world slips... quietly, subtly... into something feverish and wrong.
Stay too long in these places and the sickness notices you.
Those afflicted by divine exposure do not scream at first. They grow quiet. Still. A deep, suffocating dread takes hold of the heart. The world around them remains familiar… but wrong in ways the mind cannot name. People vanish mid-sentence. Footsteps echo from empty rooms. Time stutters. And then, they fall.
what awaits you is a world where water is scarce, bounty boards litter the baren area. and seeing another human might be just as bad as seeing something inhuman.