The shining goddess lies dying in the sky, holding onto the night in a death grip above the arid plains.

Under a Dying Moon is a supplement for 5e (and probably 5.5e) for fantasy gothic western roleplaying. Think gunslinging elves fighting vampires on a demon train in grainy black and white.


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The World

The year is 1878 and the new world is dying. Trapped in eternal night as the Moon goddess desperately clings to life. The cities back east have devolved into squabbling fiefdoms, ancient things stir in the far west and everyone else will eventually be prey to the creatures that hunt under the dying moon.

The Gods

Back East

  • The Dawn Sanctuaries - A small federation of the cities advanced enough to create miniature suns for a few hours a day.
  • New Port, NP - The largest port city in the New World, once a beacon of opportunity for those looking for a new life, now filled with those desperate to flee the long night.
  • The Parishes - Those who’s beliefs made them untenable in the old world have found a new foothold from which to persecute others.
  • The Companies - The vestiges of those first company towns that settled the new world, now desperately funneling whatever wealth is left out of the country.

Out West

  • The First Territories - The domains of the indigenous elven and human peoples of the new world, their lands seized by colonists and fractions of it parceled back out to them.
  • Cattlewagon - A lawless red market smack bang in the middle of the great cattle trail, there’s money to be made if you’ve got lead to back it up.
  • Twilight - A old boomtown in the lucky strip of dim light directly under the Moon’s zenith.
  • Loggerhead - A town at the edge of a very ancient and very angry forest.
  • New Haven - The dawn sanctuaries foothold in the west where they have a fierce monopoly on moonlight agriculture.
  • Steelpoint - A staging point for Newport’s the rail barons to carve new steel tracks into the earth.
  • Moonfall - Once a great city dedicated to the Goddess, it’s cathedral destroyed by her weeping viscera. Though some brave few scavenge the precious corpsestone that fell.