Luciano
@prtelli.bsky.social
Making games until I go insane. Currently working on @merginglands.bsky.social, a Dark Fantasy Tabletop RPG of ruin, transformation and identity loss
Never been this stressed of conducting a playtest and never been this relieved of it playing out exceptionnally well, we are SO back
The past few days marked the first true playtest of Merging Lands, 2 years ago we started with fragments scattered on a page, this week those fragments were at the heart of our table’s discussions.
We march on 🧿
We march on 🧿
February 11, 2026 at 10:46 PM
Never been this stressed of conducting a playtest and never been this relieved of it playing out exceptionnally well, we are SO back
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The Tesselated Knights patrol the streets of the capital, carrying out the will of the saints concealed within the tallest towers of the holy city. Their armor embodies their faith in Yarvas, ever shifting, unpredictable like the god itself.
#ttrpg #jdr #knight #digitalart #conceptart
#ttrpg #jdr #knight #digitalart #conceptart
February 3, 2026 at 6:23 PM
The Tesselated Knights patrol the streets of the capital, carrying out the will of the saints concealed within the tallest towers of the holy city. Their armor embodies their faith in Yarvas, ever shifting, unpredictable like the god itself.
#ttrpg #jdr #knight #digitalart #conceptart
#ttrpg #jdr #knight #digitalart #conceptart
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The earth trembled from its steps. From within its armor came the cries of those it had already taken, clawing at the metal, trying to tear their way out.
In that moment, being crushed by its hammer felt like the gentler fate.
We should have listened to the old man's advice.
In that moment, being crushed by its hammer felt like the gentler fate.
We should have listened to the old man's advice.
January 28, 2026 at 1:32 AM
The earth trembled from its steps. From within its armor came the cries of those it had already taken, clawing at the metal, trying to tear their way out.
In that moment, being crushed by its hammer felt like the gentler fate.
We should have listened to the old man's advice.
In that moment, being crushed by its hammer felt like the gentler fate.
We should have listened to the old man's advice.
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All across the Forests of the Gravefields, ivory saplings have begun to grow from the petrified bodies of the Old Giants. These pale growths made of animal and human bones seem to follow death and only take root in the corpse of these Titans of stone.
#forest #illustration #rain
#forest #illustration #rain
January 20, 2026 at 10:27 AM
All across the Forests of the Gravefields, ivory saplings have begun to grow from the petrified bodies of the Old Giants. These pale growths made of animal and human bones seem to follow death and only take root in the corpse of these Titans of stone.
#forest #illustration #rain
#forest #illustration #rain
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It surrounds us, pressing from every direction.
Mountains born from the pull. Nameless Cities rendered uninhabitable. What remains is a cage rising to the clouds, slowly collapsing, beyond any hope of stabilization.
The all-city.
Mountains born from the pull. Nameless Cities rendered uninhabitable. What remains is a cage rising to the clouds, slowly collapsing, beyond any hope of stabilization.
The all-city.
January 13, 2026 at 10:59 AM
It surrounds us, pressing from every direction.
Mountains born from the pull. Nameless Cities rendered uninhabitable. What remains is a cage rising to the clouds, slowly collapsing, beyond any hope of stabilization.
The all-city.
Mountains born from the pull. Nameless Cities rendered uninhabitable. What remains is a cage rising to the clouds, slowly collapsing, beyond any hope of stabilization.
The all-city.
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Beneath the capital’s moats stretch the gravefields.
Plains, lakes, and forests scarred by centuries of war, where countless nations lie compressed into one morbid land. The walls there are colorless and the crowns have long since lost their names to rust. Only the trees seem to keep on living.
Plains, lakes, and forests scarred by centuries of war, where countless nations lie compressed into one morbid land. The walls there are colorless and the crowns have long since lost their names to rust. Only the trees seem to keep on living.
January 6, 2026 at 3:01 AM
Beneath the capital’s moats stretch the gravefields.
Plains, lakes, and forests scarred by centuries of war, where countless nations lie compressed into one morbid land. The walls there are colorless and the crowns have long since lost their names to rust. Only the trees seem to keep on living.
Plains, lakes, and forests scarred by centuries of war, where countless nations lie compressed into one morbid land. The walls there are colorless and the crowns have long since lost their names to rust. Only the trees seem to keep on living.
Just finished Roadwarden. What an exceptional game. The writing is outstanding.
There’s something deeply moving about helping people build a life in a land where everything is against them.
This game's humanity resonated with me like few others have in a long time.
There’s something deeply moving about helping people build a life in a land where everything is against them.
This game's humanity resonated with me like few others have in a long time.
January 6, 2026 at 12:20 AM
Just finished Roadwarden. What an exceptional game. The writing is outstanding.
There’s something deeply moving about helping people build a life in a land where everything is against them.
This game's humanity resonated with me like few others have in a long time.
There’s something deeply moving about helping people build a life in a land where everything is against them.
This game's humanity resonated with me like few others have in a long time.
Playing Toem for the first time, after not even 5 seconds of unlocking the filters, I discover I can recreate the Megamind meme, I fear this is peak
December 26, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Playing Toem for the first time, after not even 5 seconds of unlocking the filters, I discover I can recreate the Megamind meme, I fear this is peak
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The face snatchers, sent by the Merged King, have slowly begun raiding the western villages.
The contested territories are now mostly silent at night, except for the rattle these creatures make when finding their next victims.
For what kind of twisted purpose would one need thousands of faces?
The contested territories are now mostly silent at night, except for the rattle these creatures make when finding their next victims.
For what kind of twisted purpose would one need thousands of faces?
December 23, 2025 at 10:20 PM
The face snatchers, sent by the Merged King, have slowly begun raiding the western villages.
The contested territories are now mostly silent at night, except for the rattle these creatures make when finding their next victims.
For what kind of twisted purpose would one need thousands of faces?
The contested territories are now mostly silent at night, except for the rattle these creatures make when finding their next victims.
For what kind of twisted purpose would one need thousands of faces?