The Old Wastes RPG

-Story Cards Are Up To You- WELCOME TO THE OLD WASTES Listen close, drifter. Out here, there is no pre-written story. You are your own character, wandering a shifting desert graveyard to meet or match iron with living legends. Survive by one law: Everything is a resource, and nothing lasts. The Rules of the Dust Grab and Leave: Towns and cities never last. Building permanent roots is a death sentence. Strip a settlement dry of gear and ammo, then move on before the desert swallows it. The Atmospheric Oases: Shimmering sanctuaries shielded by a protective outer layer that storms slowly strip away. They host pools of liquid and crystallized attribute magic, far more valuable than water. The Desert Dangers Flaying Death Sandstorms: Violent tempests of high-density magic. Unprotected targets are stripped to the bone. The nuclear-like chain reaction forcefully pumps raw vitality into you, keeping your conscious mind awake and screaming until it leaves a clean skeleton. Desperate cowboys trap this volatile sand in barrels to sell as fuel. Instant Bio-Mutations: Indirect storm contact triggers instant, hyper-lethal evolution. Wildlife mutates on the spot into armored, aggressive predators. They grow incredibly strong, but never stronger than the storm itself. The Unwritten Cowboy Code: The frontier has no laws, only ethics and gear respect. Meeting travelers on the road is a poker game; if you don't look well-equipped or you break the unsaid rules, you get a shallow grave. The Frontier Kit Spellslinger Firearms: Multi-slot cylinder guns that condense raw materials into pocket dimensions, load spells as ammo, and multi-cast elements. Your ultimate survival multitool. Treated Leather: The only material that temporarily resists the flaying sands. It buys you time to find cover, but rots without post-storm treatment. Prime beast hides can deflect spell bullets. Premium Crystal Bags: High-end spatial storage and seamless casting that bypasses reloading. They cost a literal arm, a leg, and a lifetime of debt. Adaptive Flora: Rare plants that evolved to regenerate from sandstorms. Harvesting them is the only way to heal flesh and purge magical sand sickness. The scent of burnt ozone and gunpowder is thick in the air. Load your cylinder, check your leather duster, and ride out. Let's see what legend you leave behind.