Thousand Year Old Vampire
A solo roleplaying game about the remorseless crush of memory over millennia. And vampires.
A creaking hunter among dust and cobwebs, you prowl the night places, seeking the souls on which you feed. You have done this since time immemorial, or so you believe; you have no memories of living as a man-thing like those you catch and eat. But human traces linger; your fingers trace clever arabesques in the dirt of your grave-place and with the flourishes come whispered songs in a language you've forgotten. Far away, in a museum, hangs your portrait in oil by a master five hundred years dead—you might have been lovers but the diary you kept then is long lost.
- multi-foiled hardback, digest-sized, 188 fancy color pages
- play in a couple of hours or a couple of weeks
- solo play, optional group play
Original: $44.95
-65%$44.95
$15.73More Images
Thousand Year Old Vampire
A solo roleplaying game about the remorseless crush of memory over millennia. And vampires.
A creaking hunter among dust and cobwebs, you prowl the night places, seeking the souls on which you feed. You have done this since time immemorial, or so you believe; you have no memories of living as a man-thing like those you catch and eat. But human traces linger; your fingers trace clever arabesques in the dirt of your grave-place and with the flourishes come whispered songs in a language you've forgotten. Far away, in a museum, hangs your portrait in oil by a master five hundred years dead—you might have been lovers but the diary you kept then is long lost.
- multi-foiled hardback, digest-sized, 188 fancy color pages
- play in a couple of hours or a couple of weeks
- solo play, optional group play
Product Information
Product Information
Shipping & Returns
Shipping & Returns
Description
A solo roleplaying game about the remorseless crush of memory over millennia. And vampires.
A creaking hunter among dust and cobwebs, you prowl the night places, seeking the souls on which you feed. You have done this since time immemorial, or so you believe; you have no memories of living as a man-thing like those you catch and eat. But human traces linger; your fingers trace clever arabesques in the dirt of your grave-place and with the flourishes come whispered songs in a language you've forgotten. Far away, in a museum, hangs your portrait in oil by a master five hundred years dead—you might have been lovers but the diary you kept then is long lost.
- multi-foiled hardback, digest-sized, 188 fancy color pages
- play in a couple of hours or a couple of weeks
- solo play, optional group play
