Thank you, fantastic backers, for your support!

The campaign is now complete, and all our focus turns to finalizing the books. Here's what comes next:

When it comes to The Exorcist’s Codex, this campaign was just the beginning! With the Core Rulebook and GM’s Guide now fully funded and set for delivery later this year, we're already looking ahead to future expansions, sourcebooks, and appendices. And of course—you, our amazing backers, will be the first to hear what’s coming next!

We’ve got a lot to share in upcoming updates: What you unlocked during the campaign, Poll results, Sneak peeks into The Demonic Symphony, a closer look at the system, Production Updates and more!

Jarle & Even
Two Starving Gnolls

Greetings! We have an exciting update for you, packed with variety!

First of all—WOW, and THANK YOU! We’ve hit 400%+ of our goal! This means high-quality books and plenty of free content coming your way. But with five days left, there’s still time to unlock even more—new scenarios, more art, and maybe even a custom-made soundtrack! Help make it happen by sharing this campaign with your friends and fellow gamers!

But who are Two Starving Gnolls (TSG), the company behind this campaign? Jarle and Even are the founders of TSG, lifelong friends who discovered gaming together. Starting in the the mid-80s, we began playing D&D, AD&D, board games like Shogun and Axis & Allies, and gaming on classic computers like the Commodore 64 and the Amiga.

Our creativity started young—crafting RPG worlds, composing music, and making primitive games. Over the years, we explored countless RPGs, from Twilight: 2000 and MERP to Cyberpunk. In the early 90s, we embraced Call of Cthulhu, which shaped our love for atmospheric storytelling.

At what age did YOU start playing tabletop RPGs? Take our poll here! Poll: At what age did you start playing tabletop RPGs? - The Exorcist's Codex - BackerKit

And do you enjoy gaming podcasts? The Exorcist’s Codex was just featured on the Storytellers Forge Podcast! Hosts Pat Edwards and Case Aiken truly captured the vibe and vision of the game we’re creating! Check it out here:  The ST Forge - Episode 8 - The Exorcist’s Codex Speaking of crowdfunding, Storytellers Forge has their own campaign live: Festival of the Forgotten: A Dark Carnival D&D Book! - BackerKit

When it comes to The Exorcist’s Codex, this campaign is just the beginning! With the Core Rulebook and GM’s Guide fully funded and set for delivery later this year, we’re already looking ahead to expansions, sourcebooks, and appendices. You, our incredible backers, will be the first to know what’s next!

And how about some Dark Love and Tempting Horror? If you’re into historical horror, demonic themes, and dark, immersive storytelling, you should check out Seduce the Night—a risqué, beginner-friendly TTRPG where temptation and terror collide. Explore it here: Seduce the Night - A TTRPG for couples based on Nosferatu - BackerKit

Once again—thank you all for your incredible support! Let’s make these final days count!

Jarle & Even
Two Starving Gnolls

The Weight of Failure

Once more, Ambrose awoke with a scream, his body drenched in cold sweat. Sleep—elusive and cruel—had abandoned him entirely. Five nights had passed, yet the memory of it clawed at his sanity. He had managed no more than fractured moments of rest, snatched away by the phantom cries that haunted his ears: “Ambrose! Ambrose! Help me!!”.

The voice of the girl—a desperate, shattering plea—echoed through his mind. He could see her still, chained to her bed, her frail body twitching in unnatural spasms. Foam and bile spilled from her lips, painting the sheets in symbols of her torment. Her eyes, wide and pleading, pierced him even now: “Ambrose! Liberate me!!”

He had tried. God help him, he had tried. But his strength, his knowledge—everything—had fallen short. He had been unprepared for the malice, the sheer power of the thing that possessed her. The demon was a shadow he could not grasp, a force he could not name. And she, so small, so fragile, had been no match: “Ambrose…!”

He sat upright in bed. Somewhere deep in his mind, he could hear it: the demon’s voice, cruel and guttural, dripping with venomous delight: “You are powerless. You are useless. You are a killer.”

Ambrose shut his eyes, willing the visions away. But they persisted, sharp and vivid. The girl’s body spasmed before him, her screams rising in pitch until they were unbearable. He had spoken every word he knew, clung to every fragment of knowledge, poured his soul into the exorcism—and it had not been enough. His efforts had been futile. His failure, absolute.

The moment her screams had ceased, abyss engulfed him. A darkness where her cries would forever echo, accusing, unrelenting.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his hands trembling as they reached for the gun on his nightstand. Cold metal pressed against his palm, an anchor in the storm of his torment.

“You are powerless. You are useless. You are a killer.”

The words felt heavier now, resonant and true. They weren’t just echoes of the demon’s mockery—they were reality, stark and unyielding. Slowly, he raised the weapon, his mind teetering on the edge of the abyss. The night was silent save for the whisper of his own breath and the distant howl of the wind.

Cocking the gun, Ambrose stared into the void. And in the void, he saw only one escape.