You are dead. In the land of Vermis, the dead rule in place of the living. It has been centuries since anyone has been born. Truly born, at least. In Vermis those that live are corpses given fresh life by necromancers and clerics. Flesh is knit together and a soul is plucked from the aether and put into the body. These people are no different from you and I, and if not for this explanation you would have no idea to think otherwise. This being said, no “living” being in Vermis truly feels alive. There is always something missing. The flesh crafters and soul bringers do their best to match a willing soul with a suitable body but they have not managed to get it quite right, not yet at least. The people of Vermis dance and sing and cajole but there's always a nagging feeling of dysphoria, an almost dreamlike or nightmarish feeling that the body they inhabit is not their own. This is called the Dysphorak, and despite this, the people of Vermis persist. Horrors of life and death abound in this world. The science of necromancy did not start with soul binding and neither will it end there. Liches and death knights that were once seen as remorseless villains are saints now. The world may be dying but those that inhabit it will cling to the cruel facsimile of existence for as long as they are able. Vermis. Vermis is the High Elven word for “the wretched thing that crawls” Where: Foundry VTT and Discord for voice and chat When: Every other tuesday evening from 7 or 8pm est to 11pm est System: Old School Essentials Experienced DM, queer friendly, 18+ only