Benton | Incunabuli
@incunabuli.com
http://Incunabuli.com — Adventure Gothic.
A pen-and-paper RPG by Benton.
Currently posting: Rumors, lies, and fairytales from the Littoral Superposition.
A pen-and-paper RPG by Benton.
Currently posting: Rumors, lies, and fairytales from the Littoral Superposition.
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Benton | Incunabuli
@incunabuli.com
· Oct 14
INCUNABULI | Adventure Gothic
A d12 gothic tabletop RPG. Come, desperado: lace your boots. Make a cutter of yourself.
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I have been asked: Is any part of your writing AI?
Incunabuli (microfiction skeets + long-form fiction and game rules on Incunabuli.com, all) is entirely human-made. 90% of my microfiction posts originally appeared on Twitter long before LLMs existed.
I am #antiAI
Incunabuli (microfiction skeets + long-form fiction and game rules on Incunabuli.com, all) is entirely human-made. 90% of my microfiction posts originally appeared on Twitter long before LLMs existed.
I am #antiAI
Sailors on the Sea of Fish always raise their copper mugs and toast the red sunset. They're drunk enough toast anything, come sunset. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
December 6, 2025 at 2:45 PM
Sailors on the Sea of Fish always raise their copper mugs and toast the red sunset. They're drunk enough toast anything, come sunset. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
Red berries grow plentifully amidst the Bearded Pines. Many a soul has starved there, though, for the berries' juice burns human flesh. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
December 6, 2025 at 1:53 PM
Red berries grow plentifully amidst the Bearded Pines. Many a soul has starved there, though, for the berries' juice burns human flesh. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
In the old leaning windmill, a nightly crap game is played by crooked ragmen. They bet slugs, chicken heads, and severed hands. #DnD #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
December 6, 2025 at 2:53 AM
In the old leaning windmill, a nightly crap game is played by crooked ragmen. They bet slugs, chicken heads, and severed hands. #DnD #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
In the high Gorathian steppes, the days seem too long, and the nights longer. The short, stark screams of night-cats echo in the night. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
December 6, 2025 at 1:48 AM
In the high Gorathian steppes, the days seem too long, and the nights longer. The short, stark screams of night-cats echo in the night. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
Illa Corvoy is a beautiful place, filled with orchards, mountains, and long-beaked cranes large enough to swallow a human whole. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
December 5, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Illa Corvoy is a beautiful place, filled with orchards, mountains, and long-beaked cranes large enough to swallow a human whole. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
The army abandoned Fort Eliseire following reports of nearby alf activity. These days, alves party there every Sorensday night.
December 5, 2025 at 12:13 AM
The army abandoned Fort Eliseire following reports of nearby alf activity. These days, alves party there every Sorensday night.
Weird lizards sun themselves on the red rocks of Kilkamesh. They have bright, steady eyes, and know far more than they should.
December 4, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Weird lizards sun themselves on the red rocks of Kilkamesh. They have bright, steady eyes, and know far more than they should.
The white moon Selensa hangs too close in the sky. Close, as if leaning in to stare, fascinated at what lies below her.
December 4, 2025 at 2:16 AM
The white moon Selensa hangs too close in the sky. Close, as if leaning in to stare, fascinated at what lies below her.
The towerlands of far-off Kendúrsvynon are truly an Otherworldly place. There, ælves ride bats with wings like leather tallship sails. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
December 3, 2025 at 12:29 AM
The towerlands of far-off Kendúrsvynon are truly an Otherworldly place. There, ælves ride bats with wings like leather tallship sails. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
The rabbits of Kenset move in vast herds. They thunder across the grassy hills, an all-trampling horde. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
December 2, 2025 at 11:09 PM
The rabbits of Kenset move in vast herds. They thunder across the grassy hills, an all-trampling horde. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
The interior of Illa Helestra is patterned with poisonous purple blooms. Not one living creature walks those dappled island fields.
December 2, 2025 at 12:17 AM
The interior of Illa Helestra is patterned with poisonous purple blooms. Not one living creature walks those dappled island fields.
Strange things wash down from the mountains of the North. Odd blue coins, bits of pottery, and queer dead things with many tentacles.
December 1, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Strange things wash down from the mountains of the North. Odd blue coins, bits of pottery, and queer dead things with many tentacles.
Alberon, the yellow moon, shines only in the spring. Gaze not upon it for long, lest its influence haunt your dreams.
November 30, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Alberon, the yellow moon, shines only in the spring. Gaze not upon it for long, lest its influence haunt your dreams.
Khorkön pass is the only route through the heart of the Gorathians. Travelers attempt to traverse it in one day, to avoid the night-cats. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
November 30, 2025 at 2:12 PM
Khorkön pass is the only route through the heart of the Gorathians. Travelers attempt to traverse it in one day, to avoid the night-cats. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
At the bottom of the icy Bay of Farole, a shattered shipwreck lies in state. Its hold is filled with the skeletons of a hundred sirens. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
November 29, 2025 at 2:45 PM
At the bottom of the icy Bay of Farole, a shattered shipwreck lies in state. Its hold is filled with the skeletons of a hundred sirens. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
A terrible sea-Serpent, the last of its kind, swims the depths of Jlyn Sound. Its long, slow thoughts ponder the end of Humanity. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
November 29, 2025 at 1:53 PM
A terrible sea-Serpent, the last of its kind, swims the depths of Jlyn Sound. Its long, slow thoughts ponder the end of Humanity. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
The hills of Illa Julestra are mounded atop Tombs from ages past. They are full of things better left forgotten. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
November 29, 2025 at 2:53 AM
The hills of Illa Julestra are mounded atop Tombs from ages past. They are full of things better left forgotten. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
The Far Halls are hung with humming clouds and beset by sudden storms. Weird things sleep in the trees, lounging like no human should. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
November 29, 2025 at 1:48 AM
The Far Halls are hung with humming clouds and beset by sudden storms. Weird things sleep in the trees, lounging like no human should. #lore #incunabuli #ttrpg
A drop of claret on the kitchen floor. Spoor of a party guest. Clumsy with wine—or dead? No matter. It cleans all the same.
November 28, 2025 at 4:28 AM
A drop of claret on the kitchen floor. Spoor of a party guest. Clumsy with wine—or dead? No matter. It cleans all the same.
The cypress tree cannot thrive near areas of Otherworld saturation. Alagórans take their country's abundance of such shrubs as a mark of safety.
November 28, 2025 at 1:45 AM
The cypress tree cannot thrive near areas of Otherworld saturation. Alagórans take their country's abundance of such shrubs as a mark of safety.
Smuggling grapes from Alagór is a crime punishable by a sentence of labor; of time spent guarding the vineyards against ragmen.
November 28, 2025 at 12:13 AM
Smuggling grapes from Alagór is a crime punishable by a sentence of labor; of time spent guarding the vineyards against ragmen.
Do pick the drowned hollyhock pixies from your rain barrel. They impart such a bitter flavor.
November 27, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Do pick the drowned hollyhock pixies from your rain barrel. They impart such a bitter flavor.
A golden truffle was unearthed in the oak grove. We tore the roots to mulch and ruin in search of another. To no avail. The grove is ruined. We’ll have no truffles hereafter.
November 27, 2025 at 7:12 PM
A golden truffle was unearthed in the oak grove. We tore the roots to mulch and ruin in search of another. To no avail. The grove is ruined. We’ll have no truffles hereafter.
Saint Arturo fought a terrible Serpent on the slopes of Rubitus. A poppy grows there for every drop of steaming blood shed.
November 27, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Saint Arturo fought a terrible Serpent on the slopes of Rubitus. A poppy grows there for every drop of steaming blood shed.
Frankincense, myrrh, and grisodate—burnt aplenty in the naves of the worshipping world. A vaporous combination that uplifts, cleanses, and ensures the absence of fairies from the halls of faith.
November 27, 2025 at 1:36 AM
Frankincense, myrrh, and grisodate—burnt aplenty in the naves of the worshipping world. A vaporous combination that uplifts, cleanses, and ensures the absence of fairies from the halls of faith.