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http://Incunabuli.com — Adventure Gothic. 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 · 2d

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 | Adventure Gothic

A d12 gothic tabletop RPG. Come, desperado: lace your boots. Make a cutter of yourself.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 4h

A thousand acres of cabbage crops lost to mammoths, so says the morning edition. A dozen farming families lost.

Lies. The Crown will publish anything to cover the truth.

Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 4h

Faindun's orchards have long grown the finest peaches. Sweeter, they say, then the kiss of an ælf.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 1d

A copper cup of Arenlandish vodka. Clotted in ice.
A living minnow garlish, indignant.

Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 1d

Daylight shines for but three hours on the moors. Fell wisps light the way, come nighttime.

Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 1d

How do you flavor NPC interaction in a game with next-to-zero social systems?

With guidelines, mate. Here, I have recorded three of mine:

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Socializing – INCUNABULI

With the exception of reaction rolls, there are no rules for social interaction. Lies, bartering, intimidation, diplomacy, and romance are matters left to your wit and to the Bookkeeper’...

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

Come sunset in Lothrheim, the bees sing themselves to bed. Their humming chorus fades with the light.

Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

Out there, on the tundra: Incandescent mounds. Snow over fires unknown. Céilí-shadows round the flames. Burning every seductive night.

Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

They say to gaze upon the Snow Queen is to know true beauty. An experience unsurvivable.

Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

To boot: The books’ personalities may be, shall we say, unwholesome.

Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

More on thinking books:

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

A ledger of books is kept. Of every wrinkled tome on the barred shelves. Names and dates. Regular openings, readings, and correspondences by diligent librarians. It keeps the books sane. The librarians: not so much.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

Three eggs a day. Sparrow, quail, robin. Always on your pillow.
An entreaty by some small visitor.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

There’s a certain (optional) love for office supplies and paperwork baked in, to match. Enhances the flavor of delving ruins for the big banks.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

Kind words, Hugh! There’s a lot to come: Many hundreds of eggs saved from the bird-site.

Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 2d

INCUNABULI | Adventure Gothic

A d12 gothic tabletop RPG. Come, desperado: lace your boots. Make a cutter of yourself.

Incunabuli.com

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 3d

Beastmen leave omens of their coming.
Stone cairns. Stick-men woven in trees. Intricate piles of bloody bones.
Art for a patron unseen.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 3d

Fires in the night. Torches veiled by driving snow. Black-thorn staves and iron tools. All towards the Auldenwood.

None back come the morning.
Failure. This will be the hamlet's last winter.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 3d

The forests of Noîtra abound with wild-eyed beastmen. The mad servants of the Snow Queen.

They please her, they say. Aesthetically: Sweated, red-wet, rippling-hewed. Brutal muses on her boreal canvas.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 3d

What are they building out there?
On the chilly heather-downs,
tall enough now to observe your cottage window:
The structure of a man. An icon of sticks.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 4d

When the pines wear white, beware the wisps. They are lanternmen, some say, who light highways to another world.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 4d

Noîtra’s pines are beyond counting. They will never be felled, all. They say one stands for every soul who has succumbed to the snow.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 5d

In cold Noiträ, disparate dreamers may awaken in odd places, stranded, united on the snow.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 5d

In the far north, few dare to settle the snow-land of Noîtra. The pines have a habit of changing places.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 6d

The wildmen from the High Steppe believe the sun sees all. Its gaze must sense no weakness.

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Benton | Incunabuli @incunabuli.com · 6d

Anghenfeldt freezes over in late summer. Its rhyme-frosted moors are home to all manor of beastmen.

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