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Solo Mork Borg - 2

I have returned with another few sessions of solo Mork Borg. Things are starting to get a little weird, and I have a feeling they are about to get a whole lot weirder. I should note that my tenses are fucked up in these journals, and I'm too lazy to fix them right now - the goal is to eventually have all the writing be in the present tense. It makes things feel off-putting, and makes the narrator seem unreliable and a little crazy, which is what I'm going for. He seems a bit too lucid in these posts, but I'll fix that eventually. So far I've been using Mork Borg, Feretory, Solitary Defilement, and some tarot cards, but I've recently got my hands on a PDF copy of Mythic Bastionland, and I could not be more excited. The tables and characters in that book are going to be excellent for what I'm doing. I've been digging around and looking at a lot of weird fantasy source books, and we'll see where this whole thing takes me. You may or may not have heard that ...

Solo Mork Borg - 1

Hello friends, I am experimenting with a Mork Borg solo play campaign. I am using an unholy combination of the core rules, Feretory, Solitary Defilement, and a deck of Tarot cards to guide my play. I'm also only leaning on the rules very loosely, and striving for a more narrative and journal-oriented game. Below you will find the first three days of my adventure, captured in two sittings. I hope you enjoy!   The Saga of Belum Grittr Day 1 My name is Belum Grittr. That’s all I remember. My broken body judders nervously and rhythmically as the pain shoots through my body like lightning bolts toward a steel rod. I bear the scars of a great violence, though I know not what harmed me – if I did, I would surely destroy it. I would bring heaven and earth and the whole firmament down on any fool who would wrong me so. I know nothing of the world now, only this meagre and pallid forest where I awoke scant few days ago. The trees here speak to me and I to them. Sometimes they whisper s...