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Call to Arms – VOID Kickstarter




We currently have 19 backers and over $500 dollars towards completion on our Kickstarter Project in 4 days! This has been due to the great support of our WordPress community and Facebook community. We are looking forward to having more communities join us as we attempt to complete funding to finish the illustrations for the free PDF.

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With 26 days left, we realize that we need to make some major strides to meet our funding goal, especially if we want to consider the current stretch goals [as well as those that we have not yet posted]. With nearly 250 followers on our blog, we are asking the community from WordPress to help us continue to spread the word! We are hoping that with such a great community, we can really make this project succeed!


Stay tuned this week for some exciting interviews coming up! We will continue to provide updates for VOID Tabletop Roleplaying Game!


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Kickstarter Launched


Our Kickstarter has launched!!! You can find our campaign at (or you can click the Kickstarter image in the corner of the page)!

We welcome your support and your feedback as we begin the crowd-funding process for VOID Tabletop Roleplaying Game! Thank you so much for Tweeting, Facebook-ing, Reblogging, and all other forms of sharing our game with the world! We could not do this without you!

We have also updated the Flyer for any that would like to share it in your local gaming stores. We have had many post this already around the USA and would love to have additional support in spreading the word about our efforts with VOID.

We hope you enjoy our project page, reward levels, and are excited about our stretch goals!


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To Block or Not To Block

We are glad to announce that we have put the finalizing touches on balancing our combat system. The system is simple to understand, quick to utilize, and overall effective in maintaining a realistic feel. It is everything that we wanted it to be, and we hope that our players will enjoy it as much as we do. For anyone that has built a gaming platform before, you surely understand the challenge of developing logic/proof tables to check for balance between multiple scenarios/options in a combat situation. With this piece of the system leveled out, we are spending ample amounts of time writing. The amount of content that you will have in this game with be well worth your while!

We would also like to share that a major decision has been made to include more of the original world in this initial release of VOID. For that reason, you may see updates to the website regarding added areas, and updated maps in the following weeks. This, of course, will give players more lands to explore and adventure within, and more monsters to battle.

Major conversations this week have been around building the unique weapon / armor options for players. The lists are expanding, the options are multiplying. It is all that we can do keep ourselves working instead of playing the game ourselves! [But, we rather share it with our fans!] Weapons and armor are going to play a major role when customizing your character in VOID, even if you choose not to use any at all!

We obviously cannot give away all of our secrets until the final debut. But, I will tell you this – “Get Excited!!!”



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Fan Flash Fiction #5

[Seigfeld and Farthr are exhausted from the ongoing battle in the underground tunnels. As they believe that the hoard of demons are nearly through, a monstrous beast steps out of the shadows. The Bukavac, a bluish-grey demon, knows no mercy.]

The Bukavac had thrown down its crescent-shaped axe, knowing it had no use in the cramped space. It roared and pounded its massive arms on the ground, hunched over like an over-sized monkey. Farthr slammed his body into the demon, sliding the demon back only a few inches. The Svet stabbed wildly with the dagger in a futile attempt to cause some damage. It was obvious that the small blade was not the centaur’s weapon of choice.

In response, the Bukavac peddled its foot against the hardened surface, and rammed its head forward into Farthr. The bludgeoning blow knocked the centaur back significantly further. It was obvious who had the greater strength.

Seigfeld could do little else but stare in amazement the centaur stumbled backwards. The centaur was a head taller than the human and weighed over six times his weight. That blow alone would have imprinted the Highborn’s body into the rocky wall, killing him instantaneously.

The Bukavac roared again. The echoing sound was deafening.

“Farthr,” Seifeld muttered, his voice trembled as he held onto the wall. His stomach was uneasy. He felt unbalanced.

The Svet stamped his hooves, steadying himself, “What, Highborn?”

Seigfeld gestured to the Bukavac that transformed before their eyes. The demon dropped to the ground on all fours, its hands flattening to the ground. The spine jutted upwards and curved as two additional legs sprung from its midsection. Bluish blood oozed as the new legs formed. The blotched skin iced over like an impenetrable armor. Gnarled horns erupted from above its brow, curved and sharpened. The Bukavac was stronger and faster. The demon prepared to charge.

“I don’t think we are going to cut him down.”

Farthr grunted, “Not gonna outrun him either.”

In unison, the human and centaur turned their head to assess their ability to flee.

“Ghaaaarr…” the Svet cried.

Standing directly behind them was a creature that neither had ever seen before. It stood as tall as Seigfeld, covered in red and gray feathers with the torso of a man and the lower body of a bird. The thin legs and taloned feet gave the impression that the creature was frail, but it was possible that the feathers hid the upper strength of this “birdman”. Its nose was flat, and its chin was jutted forward giving it a beak-like appearance. Bright red plumes stood erect from the base of its head as it pushed pass the gawking face of Seigfeld and Farthr.

“Neither of you should be here,” the creature crooned in singsong voice, stepping forward to face the Bukavac. “The Ash Tree is mine to protect.”

The Bukavac charged.

A strange fog filled the cavern as the creature spoke and waved its arms. Stone and sky magics weaved in the haze to tear rocks the size of boulders from the walls. The massive chunks of earth were thrown at the beast. The ice armor splintered and shattered with every step. The Bukavac grunted and staggered, but continued to press forward at full force.  Seigfeld and Farthr could do nothing but stand like a man seeing a naked woman for the first time.

In moments, the Bukavac had closed the gap, its horns at the ready to run through the feathered man.  In the last moment, a stone wall burst through the ground, separating the demon from the three. The monster crashed into the wall and fell flat. Unconscious.

As if shaken from sleep, the centaur rushed forward with his dagger and plunged it into the Bukavac’s skull.

Seigfeld was the first to find words, “Wha – Who are you?”

“My people are the Arkono. You could never pronounce my name in your own language,” the creature cooed, “but you can call me Razorleaf.”


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Fan Falsh Fiction #3

[Seigfeld makes the decision to give life to a sworn enemy of the Anshedar. Now, the warrior travels down the dark path with Farthr, the Svet. Will the centaur prove to be his saving grace or the bringer of his death?]

Seigfeld grunted, sliding off the back of the centaur’s back. The horse hair stunk like rotten manure and brew. The bald-headed man coughed and wheezed, wondering if he should thank the gods he was alive or be regretful that he was not dead. The stench was agonizing. Seigfeld could not imagine living in a society overridden with these filthy beasts.

“What is your problem, Highborn?” Farthr grunted.

“…Nothing…” Seigfeld managed in a hoarse voice. It took a lot of energy to cure the poison that had afflicted the horseman, and he was still feeling the effects. The world was hazy as though he had consumed some of the poison himself during the healing process. Of course, that was not the case. It had simply drained his senses.

Farthr grunted again.

“How long have I been out?”

“A few hours.”

“I suppose I should be grateful that you did not eat me.”

The Svet turned to stare at the human. It was noticed that he squeezed the band upon his longbow before responding, “The day is not yet done.”

Seigfeld traipsed behind Farthr for another hour, keeping an eye on the scar upon the back of the centaur that he had mended. He hoped that the Farthr respected the gesture enough to not turn on the warrior. However, that would suggest that the Svet had honor in their blood. They did not.


Seigfeld peddled backwards away from the battle cry of Farthr as he fired an arrow into the darkness ahead of them. A screech of pain resounded and then quickened footsteps raced towards the two of them. Farthr bellowed again and fired another arrow. A thump sounded as something connected with the ground in a heap. More footsteps followed.

The sound of gnashing and growling resounded. Seigfeld could not see anything in the darkness.

He pressed his hand forward and slung a bolt of fire into the tunnel to light the way. As the bolt shimmered down the tunnel, Likhyi lined either side menacingly. The warrior manipulated the bolt, folding and twisting the flame to strike the demon spawn on either side. Soon, the fire lost momentum and shimmered from existence. Some burned. Some screamed.

There were too many Likhyi to count. Maybe the Ash Tree was close.

“We will survive this, Highborn, but not without bleeding.”

Seigfeld stood forward, raising his sword hand and buckler at the ready. He was still unsteady and not at full strength, but he was determined to save his sister. “As long as their blood flows more freely than ours. Stand with me!”

The centaur held true to its kind placing another arrow at the ready. The Svet would stand steadfast against the odds, brave and reckless. Come death or glory, the battle had begun.


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Fan Flash Fiction #2

[We continue with Seigfeld for our second presentation of fan flash fiction. Remember this is presented in hopes of presenting a piece of the world, the lore and legend, and a taste for how encounters may play out during actual game play in VOID.]

Seigfeld’s face tightened as he gripped his injured shoulder with a scowl on his face. The wound was not bleeding as heavily as it had yesterday, but it was definitely still bleeding. It was no matter. The warrior’s blade had done far more damage to the Likhyi than the monster had done to him. He turned his head slightly in the pale light to take notice of the demon bodies that lined the path behind him. The beasts were thick in these caves, nearly too thick. He would kill them all to save his little sister.

“Anneinda…” Seigfeld whispered her name, nearly frightening himself half to death at the sound of his own voice. He stopped at the bend in the path. He did not need to draw attention to himself. These walls might as well be the horns of battle, carrying sound for miles – for eternity.

“Your feet cause enough ruckus the way it is, Highborn. Be wise to keep your flap shut,” a voice gruffly whispered beyond the half-arced turn in the tunnel. A stifled cough followed the harsh tone.

Seigfeld paused, hearing the strangely familiar accent. Most humans were known as Highborn, but the label was as common as calling them Anshedar. This creature that spoke to him was no demon, though. Of that, Seigfeld was certain.

“Worry not, human. I will not eat you. My body is fading.”

The warrior inched forward suddenly realizing what lay before him. Around the bend was a fallen Svet. The barbaric centaur from the Hyaendi Hills was known for its cannibalistic nature. The human half of the beast leaned against the stone wall, weakly slumped over the rest of the body that resembled that of a horse. Even in the dim light, Seigfeld could make out a gash down the centaur’s back, swollen and infected. The beast had been poisoned and was dying.

“Why…why are you here?” Seigfeld muttered. Words had never been his strong suit.

The centaur grunted. Conversation obviously was not the centaur’s forte either.

Seigfred took another step forward, cautious as to whether or not this was a ruse. The Svet held his long bow loosely in his left hand. His quiver of arrows was on his back. The beast would not have the strength to draw an arrow if he tried.

“I…I could heal you,” Seigfred stuttered. He could not believe what he was suggesting. He had killed hundreds of Svet in battle in the North, probably brothers and sisters of the very centaur that lay before him. By healing the beast, Seigfred would be enfeebled and vulnerable. There would be nothing afterwards to stop the Svet from overpowering him…or eating him.

“Why would you do that, Highborn?” The Svet’s eyes widened in wonder. His mouth gaped open, the top and bottom of his gums were lined with sharpened teeth. The creature was beyond savage.

The warrior took another step closer, “The path to the Ash Tree is dangerous. I cannot succeed alone, and … I cannot otherwise fathom why our paths have crossed in these tunnels so far from home.”

The Svet took no time in weighing the offer, “I am called Farthr.”

Seigfeld felt the sacred magic run course through his veins as he moved to place his hands upon the Svet’s torso. He would provide introduction after the deed was done, if he survived supper.


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Fan Flash Fiction #1

[Welcome to VOID. For our second post, I have presented a simple piece of flash fiction to give you a taste of the world, the monsters, and the characters. Please note that this is only an example for entertainment, and that any type of character can be made in this game. What you read gives a demonstration of how an encounter may be perceived during game play - but then again, the encounters are only limited by your imagination. We will continue to provide fan flash fiction in the blog for your enjoyment!]

Seigfeld stumbled over another jagged rock in the darkened cavern beneath the gloomy mountain range. His iron sword clamored upon the ground, echoing down the narrow passage. The warrior grunted as he fell into his buckler that lined his left forearm. His open palm slapped harshly against the slimy stone in attempt to steady himself. But, it was the wooden shield that truly provided the support needed to stay upon his feet. He froze waiting, listening, leaning against the wall as a child would against its mother’s leg.

The smell of decay lined his nostrils. He could hear heavy breaths resounding throughout the cavern. At least, it sounded like breath. It could very well have been the musty air billowing from the depths of the Netherworld. The savants had said that these mountains paths led to the frozen wasteland of the deceased. The air was chilled! Seigfeld was getting ahead of himself. The sound matched the rise and fall of his own chest as he sweltered in fear. With shaking fingers, he found his sword and moved forward.

He had taken but two steps when a voice joined him in the dark. It sounded like wood popping and crackling on fire, “What’s you doing here, Anshedar? Human blood does not belong here…”

Seigfeld stood at defense, knowing the voice must be ancient to know the bloodline of the Anshedar. The race of men referred to themselves as Northmen in the current age. The Anshedar were their ancestors from the east. “I seek the Ash Tree to bring life to my sister.”


“You know her name?”

“The Likhyi know many things, as Marheena hears all things.”

Seigfeld gripped his sword expectantly. This creature was a demon from the Netherworld and minion to the Frozen Goddess of Nightmares. Such beasts were not found in the Kingdoms of Men!

“Will you show me to the Ash Tree?”

“Alas, I cannot with Anshedar blood in your veins! Bend knee and give your life to Marheena. Only then will I show you!”

“The only thing I will give to Marheena is my blade, demon!”

The demon hissed and leaped towards Seigfred. Venom dripped from its razor teeth. The Likhyi’s black skin camouflaged its body against the pitch of the cavern. An enlarged claw raked towards Seigfred, who quickly blocked the attack with his buckler. The Gaetanain warrior arced his sword downward and then spun on his back heel for a second strike. The Likhyi dodged both deadly blows, but the second nearly cut his skin

The beast from the Netherworld reeled back, and wielded sorcery from the ancient past. Ice breath bellowed from its gaping mouth, firing frost daggers at Seigfred. The first caught the man by surprise, piercing through his left shoulder. His defending arm fell limp against his side. He cried out in pain, twisting his body awkwardly to avoid the daggers that followed.

Pulling on his inner strength, Seigfred felt his body weaken further, as he strode towards the demon with his own attack. Slashing his sword in a fury, the iron blade erupted into fire, lighting the unlit cavern. Seigfred kicked the demon into the wall, and sliced upon the black belly of the beast. Guts flooded the floor and the creature screeched in anguish. Seigfred silenced the demon for eternity, finalizing the battle by decapitating the head with the flamed weapon. The skin seared and burned as the Likhyi fell to the ground lifeless.

Seigfred fell to a knee next to the body to take breath. If the cavern was going to be full of these monsters, he would quickly find himself too exhausted to battle. He pulled the ice dagger from his shoulder with a grunt, pulling himself to his feet.

The journey for the Ash Tree had just begun, and poor Anneinda had little time.



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