The Starfall Conclave
They saw a star fall from the sky — and built a church around the crater. Now tell me that ain’t trouble.
What in the Blighted Forge Is the Starfall Conclave?
Aye, listen close, greenhorn.
Somewhere between the edges of the known maps — ‘round where even the cartographers start scribblin’ dragons and regrets — there’s a place where the stars once fell.
Not one. Not two. A whole blightstorm of ‘em. And where they landed, the earth split open like a tavern drunk's forehead, leakin’ light instead o’ blood.
And what did folk do?
Did they run? Did they seal it?
No, lad.
They built a Conclave.
A sanctuary.
A study hall.
A forge.
A shrine.
A prison.
A prophecy trap.
And a bloody telescope that looks straight into the past.
All in one place.
Welcome to the Starfall Conclave.
So What’s in This Starblasted Place?
Glad ya asked. And if you didn’t — too bad, I’m answerin’ anyway.
You’ve got fools, prophets, smiths, whisperers, ghosts, and maybe a god or two wearin’ borrowed skins.
And places? Aye, you’ve never seen places like these:
🧭 Wanderer's Rest — a quiet, impossible campsite that appears before hard choices
🔭 Celestial Refractor — an observatory that doesn’t just show stars… it answers
⛩️ Shrine of the Thirteenth Sign — a cracked pedestal and a question nobody dares finish
🔥 Hall of the Gilded Flame — a forge that burns truth out of ya
⛓️ Chamber of the Chained Stars — a prison for constellations that disobeyed
🌌 Observatory of the Folded Sky — (entry sealed, records fragmented — soon…)
And just when ye think yer ready to leave?
There’s one more thing singin’ lullabies from under the dust.
🗣️ The Voice Beyond the Star — it ain’t alive. But it remembers you.
Who Lives Here, and Why Ain’t They Dead Yet?
Some folk call the Conclave home. Some are trapped here. Some don’t know they ain’t left.
Want characters ready to curse yer party or hand ‘em meaning wrapped in riddles?
Naelo, the Light-Sworn — all radiant vows and repressed panic
Vimra of the Thirteenth Flame — guardian, martyr, maybe liar
Berenzaar the Archivist — knows too much and wants out
The Mirrorbound One — don’t look too long
The Starcaller of the Shrine — talks to stars like they owe him money
The Thirteenth — child, sign, symbol, seed
And if yer still feelin’ brave:
The Voice Beyond the Star — not a person. Not even a being. Just a story with teeth.
Still Here? Then Let Me Ask Ya This:
Will yer party touch the pedestal?
Will they lie in the Chamber?
Will they light the forge?
Will they unbind what the stars themselves sealed?
Because they’ll want to.
And when they do… they’ll hear it.
“I've been listening.”
How to Use the Conclave in Yer Campaign
The Starfall Conclave ain’t a dungeon. It ain’t a town. It’s not a one-shot, and it sure as spit ain’t a safehouse.
It’s a narrative forge. A cosmic pressure cooker. A living campaign tool for GMs lookin’ to:
Run short interlinked one-shots tied by stars and fate
Anchor a whole mini-campaign around a strange, mystical zone
Drop in prophecy-laced flavor across multiple campaigns
Or plant the seed for something bigger that comes later
Every location here is written modular — plug it in where ya want. Run ‘em in order, shuffle the order, or only use one. Each place has its own:
Theme
Mechanic
Lore hook
NPC tie-in
Need your party to question reality, destiny, or their own damn choices?
The Conclave’s built for it.
Want rewards? Sure. We got ‘em. But only after yer players give somethin’ up first.
Power, memory, truth, or worse.
Final Warnings
This series will shift tone. It starts mystical. Gets sacred. Turns dangerous. Then pulls yer party toward a truth that should’ve stayed buried.
And the star?
The one that fell?
It wasn’t alone.
One Last Thing, Game Master
Want to keep the starfire burning?
🛠️ Explore the Tavern Toolshed for more places, relics, and mechanics.
🧙 Meet the NPCs — every one of ‘em’s got a reason to be scared of the Conclave.
🧠 Or if yer brave (or stupid)…
Face the Voice Beyond the Star.
