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Matheus Graef@omiosures.bsky.social · 2d ago

I'm an official D&D/MTG illustrator working on a game that's p much a love letter to everything I like about RPGs. and more: it's pay-what-you-like. get OMIOS URES for free if you want, I don't care. spread the word, play the game once with your group and I guarantee they will want a campaign. :)

page of OMIOS URES. digital painting over graphite sketch of a chameleon hunter with a hand cannon. his prehensile tail is holding a torch behind him, and various items are strapped to his body. a bandolier with potions, a large bag with a bear trap sticking out, a fairy in a cage hanging from a rod. waterskin, pocket watch, sleeping bag, retro aviator-like goggles on his forehead. he walks hunched, as if sneaking about, and his delicate gait - exactly like a chameleon's - is a visual play, resembling the tippy toe walk of a cartoonish hunter text says: ITEMS ITEMS ITEMS The following pages cover a number of ordinary (and extraordinary) miscellania favored by adventurers. When employing an item’s Skill Check for a NPC, replace the skill with the NPC’s Body, Mind or Magic. An NPC trying to break out of manacles uses Body instead of Physique.
Matheus Graef@omiosures.bsky.social · 8mo ago

Heavily inspired by Morrowind, Planescape and 70's Star Wars with a dash of bronze age and art nouveau. The mood? Conan after Conan: all the heroes are dead and this is the world they built. That's OMIOS URES, my weird fantasy RPG. And it's FREE on itch.io! matheusgraef.itch.io/omios-ures

A black robed wizard, embroided with stars, stands on top of a stone peak. Behind him, the vastness of the world. The early morning creeps amidst the ravines, painting the world in coy lilacs and deep purples. A city of horned spires jolts from the stony wastes, illuminated in bright cosmopolitan oranges. An alien zeppelin flares out its floodlights at the rooftops and beyond. The wizard stares at the viewer, though we do not see within his cloak and hood. Blackness. From the void creeps out two marble-white hands, old as time, covered in rings, gesturing in unknown signs. OMIOS URES