Warrior
Steel worn thin and carried far. The banners left long ago. The line is still here, and so is whatever it was holding back.
Arms: Swords · Axes · Maces · Polearms · Shields
A crusade into the dark
BLACKADVENT
The march begins. Few will return.
Take the road no army came back from.
Open world · Soulslike · Dark fantasy
The chapels are stripped. The priests are hanged. The dead will not stay down.
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The World
The Burned Street
Plague walks the woodland camps. The princes have sworn on the relics. On the white ground, the riders came at dawn.
Cross a continent of burned streets, quarantine ditches, towered jungle cities and desert ruins. The world does not wait. Something under the ground is getting colder.
“A relic is real if an army will die for it.”
Classes
Seven Callings
Arms, habit, and the weight each one carries.
Cleric
A priest who buries and blesses with the same mace. The prayers are brief. Of late, something answers them.
Arms: Maces · Flails · Censers · Reliquaries
Mage
Learned in the elements, and careful with them. Every spell asks for a moment. Lately, something else has begun to listen.
Arms: Staves · Wands · Daggers
Sorcerer
A scholar of forbidden pages. Nothing is learned for free. Every working is paid for in blood, and the ledger is kept in a hand that is not yours.
Arms: Grimoires · Ritual knives · Bone wands
Druid
A faith older than the chapels, kept because it works. It takes the shape of what the moment needs. Some nights the old shape is slow to return.
Arms: Staves · Sickles · Clubs · Claws
Rogue
A cutpurse, a smuggler, a knife in the dark. Years of robbing the dead. Lately, the dead have begun to notice.
Arms: Daggers · Short swords · Rapiers · Bucklers
Hunter
Bow and blade from the wild coasts and plains. A long draw, a slow breath, and the distance kept. Something out there has learned to close it.
Arms: Longbows · Crossbows · Spears · Hatchets
Places
The Road
Where the crusade has already been.
The Cathedral City
Emmaus · The Woodland
An old bishopric whose chapels were stripped first. Faith and steel. Its priests were hanged along the road.
The Cistern Fort
The Scrub
Chaplains and physicians cut off past the pass, who read the enemy's writings to fight him.
The Harbour City
The Coast
Guild captains who ship the crusade, keep the quarantine bars and trade in relics. The princes borrowed their fleets and never paid.
The Burned Street
The White Ground
Plague walks the woodland camps. The princes have sworn on the relics. On the white ground, the riders came at dawn.
Features
What awaits
I
An Open Continent
Woodland to desert ruins, one long march. Find your way by the landmarks on the horizon.
II
Unforgiving Combat
Deliberate, weighty, soulslike. Read the blade. Learn the host. Every death is a lesson paid in blood.
III
Fragments
The story is not told to you. It is left lying around. Read the item. Read the ground.
Records
Asked on the road
What is Black Advent?
A soulslike on an open continent, in the wake of a burned crusade.
How long is the march?
Longer than most return from.
Can I walk away from a fight?
You may try. The dead are patient.
Will the game tell me where to go?
No. Watch the horizon. The landmarks will tell you.
How does it end?Sealed
redacted We will not say. Neither will anyone who has seen it.
What lies under the ground?Sealed
redacted The record is incomplete.
Bear the banner.Keep the vow.Bury your own.
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