Old Gods of Appalachia RPG (Cypher System)

Based on the award-winning and amazingly popular fiction podcast, the Old Gods of Appalachia Roleplaying Game is a complete, standalone TTRPG powered by the Cypher System. Old Gods of Appalachia’s unique take on cosmic horror is personal, intimate, and atmospheric.

Venture into the dark, eerie past of an alternate Appalachia and enjoy a fluid, story-based roleplaying experience with an intuitive, concept-driven character generation system that gives you limitless options. With loads of lore, dozens of creatures and NPCs, and two complete adventures to launch your campaign, the Old Gods of Appalachia Roleplaying Game has everything you need to experience your own stories of horror, hardship, and heart in this immersive, narrative, and deeply chilling setting.

Ravenous creatures of the Inner Dark, sinister plots of the Hollow Men, unearthed beasts that have long dreamt in the dark, and angry forces of the Green. Strive to protect what matters, from these terrors and more, while you seek to know the unknowable and spin a collective tale of hardship, horror, hope, and heart, where every choice requires a sacrifice and your word is (or should be) your bond.

The Old Gods of Appalachia Roleplaying Game includes:

• Complete rules for a fluid, story-based tabletop roleplaying experience in the eerie world of the hit Old Gods of Appalachia horror podcast.
• An intuitive, concept-driven character generation system that gives you limitless options.
• A detailed dive into an alternate Appalachia of the 1920s and ’30s, rich with atmosphere and lore.
• Dozens of dark, dangerous, and powerful creatures and characters to encounter and interact with.
• Two complete adventures to launch your campaign.

In the mountains of Central Appalachia, blood runs as deep as these hollers and just as dark. Since before our kind wandered into these hills, hearts of unknowable hunger and madness have slumbered beneath them.

These are the oldest mountains in the world. How dare we think we can break the skin of a god and dig out its heart without also calling blood and darkness?

Long before anything human roamed the Earth, the Appalachian Mountains towered tall and menacing. Their might was made a prison and tomb for beings of immeasurable malice and incomprehensible madness. But time shows no mercy, not even to mountains, and now they lay bare and worn like an old man’s spine. The walls of the prison grow thin, and those that have slumbered soundlessly for millennia begin to stir.

And call to those who would hear them.