"The Razhal" 35x20 steppe liner- first map of Razorgrass campaign

Hello everyone 

Long time no see, I have to admit, after working on several agency projects, especially with the "City of Mist" team and other private commissions, I've distanced myself a bit from my passion for wordbuilding.

I really hope that the people who have decided to support me over the last few years will continue to keep this dream alive.

For this resumption of hostilities, I present to you a brand new project that motivates me as much as it frightens me, and which I hope you will enjoy as much as I enjoy working on it.

This new project will take the form of an entire campaign book, which will be built bit by bit with the help of your feedback and, I hope, your support.

This universe is a hostile land, a vast plain born long ago on the shores of a long-dry sea. At the bottom of this ancient sea grew giant orange and dry grasses over eight feet high; these particular plants, unique to this part of the world, have the unfortunate tendency to vibrate under the influence of the violent winds of this great plain, so that these great stalks of grass become razor sharp and skin any creature not adapted to these terrible living conditions.

As inhospitable as these lands can be, some men decided to settle there. Large trading posts sprang up in this arid desert, taking advantage of the formidable trade routes that this unclaimed desert offered to all merchants and caravanners in this corner of the world.

Across the bloody expanses of this land, great stone-wheeled ships set sail to explore and conquer this land of opportunity.

Braving pirates, howling winds, terrible monsters, and devouring loneliness, adventurers from all horizons set out to explore the High Grass Desert.

For this first map, it gives me great pleasure to introduce the first ship in the Razorgrass desert fleet.

dont hesitate if you have any questions or suppositions for the first born of the fleet and dont forget to grab your file on the links at the bottom of this post.

"The Razhal"

This Steppe liner is a transport vessel chartered by the great masters of Gargantua to carry any population wishing to travel to the capital or to the various trading posts in the Inner Circle. Relatively comfortable and versatile, this little tavern on wheels has all the comforts for any traveler, provided of course that an official ticket is purchased.

the steppe liners are rarely attacked, due to the fear that Gargantua's masters inspire across the steppes.

Should a pirate crew try their luck, the many gladiator passengers on their way to the capital's arena provide ample opportunity to relax during the long crossing.

"My dear friends,

I am writing this little letter in the semi-darkness of the hold. Night fell an hour ago and the cool evening air has replaced the biting, dry wind of my first day's journey. I am so glad you will discover this world, so beautiful and yet so dangerous. The sub-chief explained to me that these strange ships are the only means of transport that are really worth anything out here. With the wind, the tall grass rattles and quickly becomes as sharp as an executioner's axe

And in his attempt to impress the passengers, he went one better: ‘In the deep desert, in high winds, a man who fell overboard would be sliced in half before he hit the ground! Worried laughter from the tourists, smiles and defiance from the future gladiators, but also a few knowing glances that did nothing to reassure me. As far as I'm concerned, the long scratches on the hull were enough to convince me: we were right to choose the official transport lines. I hope that you will also be lucky enough to come across a transport as charming as mine. This little ship has it all. This Steppeliner, the ‘Razhal’, is a real little traveling tavern. Double beds, cabins, booze and kitchen, it's all there. There's even a small infirmary hidden in the bow to treat anything the desert and pirates might want to damage on the way. In short, you quickly feel at home here, and yet all the maps on the tables scream that adventure is just around the corner.

This pretty little jewel makes its way through the tall grass steppe almost without a sound, and soon we'll have passed the last lighthouse and entered the land of the Masters of Gargantua. Behind me, a black piano hums to the rhythms of the huge stone wheels. At the far end of the room, a motley crew of half a dozen carefree mercenaries are playing jacks. They show off their barely-healed exploits and already exult in what they think will be their future glory, what they think they will find in the razor grass desert. Yet these expanses should inspire them with a certain fear. Or at the very least, an attentive respect, like that of a wild beast you come across by chance.

Don't worry, I'm taking my scouting mission as seriously and methodically as you know me. By the time you join me in a few months' time, I hope to have taken the measure of this new world. And when it's our turn to campaign from the bridge of the Razhal or another. We'll be ready.

Looking forward to seeing you again,

Eleanor Maribourg"

grab your files here

Grab your files here

Grab your files here 

See you around the table sailors 

-Inocyde