VELUN

Six bound voices. One unbound choice.
A turn-based RPG of vows and brittle relics.

Brass, linen, and a candlelight's vigil. Your wake is graced by undiscriminating warmth.

You pledged something while you were unconscious. By the time you can speak, the choice has already shaped you.

Velun is what binds, what breaks. Will you be its thread?

The Six

Each pledged. Each binding their own grief.

The Bolt-Loose Vessel

She seals what cannot be broken. The bolt holds because her will does.
An Echo from the Deep

The Eightieth Voice — and the eighty-first he holds in reserve.
The Lawful Tongue

By register. By rod. By the strands she will weave.
Son of the Warming Forest

Of the verdant tangle’s cohort that did not return. He counts what is owed.
Daughter of the Desert Sun

She charts what others let burn out. Her map is mostly stains.
An Unknown Relay

Seven fragments. None of them his. All of them remembered.

Await Velun's breath.

One letter. When there is something worth telling.

We will only email about Velun.