Szaahel: Dust, Bone,
"Pages scattered like bones in the dust. If you're reading this... the desert didn't take me. Not yet."
Hey there, wanderer.
You’ve stumbled into something strange… something sacred. This isn’t just another TTRPG newsletter or campaign log—this is a world journal. A record of a mythic desert I’ve been exploring through solo actual play, one dusty dice roll at a time. What you’ll find here isn’t polished lore or prefab adventures. It’s fragments. Bones. Magic. Truths I’m still uncovering myself.
I’ve been building this world for nearly two decades—not by writing everything down in neat rows, but by playing through it. Every creature, every curse, every ruined ritual or whispered belief—it all emerged from the game. Out of me. Out of something older I can't quite name.
🔍 What You'll Find Here
🎲 Solo Actual Play stories — jagged, half-buried tales pulled from the heat of the moment.
🌍 Worldbuilding entries — myths, customs, ruins, and lineages. Revealed, not invented.
🐉 Bestiary & Reliquary — strange beasts, sacred objects, cursed bloodlines.
🛠️ Behind-the-scenes process — insights into how I use dice, mythic tools, and intuition to shape the world.
You won’t just read stories. You’ll see the world expand post by post. You’ll notice the cracks. You might even feel inspired to start digging through your own.
🧭 Who’s Writing This?
Call me Howler. Not a name, nor title really... I’m a parent. A long-time TTRPG nerd, fantasy enthusiast, and writer. A builder of brittle, yet necessary things by trade. Some days I write with purpose. Some days I just try to survive the sandstorm.
This place isn’t built to impress. It’s built to feel real. Messy. Weighty. Haunted. There’s no script here—just choices, consequences, and a lot of dust. And that’s exactly how I like it.
💬 What I’d Love From You
🧭 Follow along. Stay close. The wind changes fast.
💬 Comment. Tell me what landed, what confused you, what you want more of.
🧰 Use the tools. Tables, moves, concepts—take them. Twist them. Break them open.
✍️ Start your own journal. Play your own truths into being.
🧑🤝🧑 Bring someone with you. There’s more desert than I can walk alone.
⏰ When to Expect Posts
Twice a month is the dream, but this journal listens to the dice more than a calendar. Some weeks the desert opens. Others, it swallows me whole.
Each post is short enough to read over coffee but deep enough to leave sand in your teeth. You’ll find stories, tools, behind-the-scenes notes, and the occasional experimental fragment.
🐾 Final Words
This is a living world.
It grows each time you read, comment, or carry its stories forward.
So hit subscribe. Wander deep.
And leave your mark before the wind erases it.
