Historical progression fantasy where angels are not winged boyfriends, but terrifying, crystalline acoustic executioners governed by standing waves and infrasound.
Explore the ancient eastern Iranian piedmont (~700 BCE), from the deep loess silt washes to the high mountain sanctuary where the First Chord was struck.
40-foot-deep loess dust dunes. Infrasonic acoustic fluidization zone where benthic placoderms hunt trade caravans.
Zarathustra's mud-brick hearth, Farnaka's sheepfold, and the braided river reed-beds where the toy kite-wings were cut.
Rugged gorge choked with celestial black-iron debris. Picket skirmishes against entropic shadow-crawlers.
The ancient megalithic stone amphitheater. The living metronome holds the line until vocal cords hemorrhage to lock Seal 1.
Entities of Druj (Entropy) and ancient primeval horrors governed by biological reality, not generic HP bars.
Siltosteus Terrenus
A 20-foot armored benthic sediment-swimmer. Uses 12–20 Hz infrasonic pectoral vibration to liquefy fine loess dust into a fluid bed. Sinks pack mules without a splash; shearing jaw plates snap bronze and bone with 8,000 psi of guillotine crush.
The Seated Want
Cannot invent a vice; seats itself under mortal skin and amplifies an impulse until the human believes it was their own idea all along. Unkillable while seated—violence is only possible after the mortal consciously refuses the thought.
The Chest-Mouth
Dog-high, too many joints, white external ribs like scraped bowls, and a mouth in the chest breathing without a throat. They smell mortal weakness, not the angel. The first entity capable of penetrating Sherah's physical shell.
Written to the rhythm of European symphonic metal—heavy melodic guitars, driving double-bass, and soaring operatic voices echoing ancient Bactrian harmonic resonance.
It started in the summer of 1985 in a neighbor kid’s backyard. Eight years old, armed with stick swords, expecting to throw knives and smash patio chairs—only to be handed a set of polyhedral dice and told we were playing something called Dungeons & Dragons. At first, the lack of physical swinging felt like a letdown. But with a master-class Dungeon Master and a kid’s runaway imagination, the realization hit hard: the mind could render battles bigger, bloody, and far more terrifying than anything you could do with a stick in the grass. Decades of weekend tables, 3:00 AM cold-pizza sessions, and Dragon Con floor-survivals later, that same tabletop fire never went out.
The spark for Unfeathered came from reading a shelf of angel romance novels where celestial beings were reduced to handsome, winged boyfriends whose greatest power was sweeping heroines off their feet. Having devoured Bernard Cornwell’s gritty historical battle realism—where heroes survive through unglamorous mud, broken bone, and the reality that history is simply written by whoever had the money to pay the bards—and Pierce Brown’s relentless kinetic velocity in Red Rising, the question became unavoidable: What if angels weren’t romantic Hallmark ornaments, but terrifying, crystalline acoustic executioners governed by standing waves, infrasound, and the brutal physics of an unyielding cosmos?
Writing under the banner of Magic Missile Mike (M³), this series is an unholy marriage of ancient history (Zarathustra’s 700 BCE Eastern Iranian frontier before monotheism locked the cage), hard acoustic physics, dopamine-heavy progression crunch, and the driving, operatic riffs of European symphonic metal. It’s written for the gamers who know the sound of dice rolling across a cardboard DM screen, the foam-sword fighters laughing in the park, and anyone who understands that the true monsters are never the ones with the obvious claws.
Share your park LARP memories, beanbag throws, thoughts on the acoustic magic system, or feedback on the creature art.
"The Kmart plastic bag holding the beanbags on the DM screen is too real. The fact that the acoustic fluidization beast operates on real physics is insane."
"Finally an angel book where angels aren’t handsome dates. Having the mortal camera be a junior priest who can only hear the consequences is brilliant."
We're bypassing corporate publishing agencies. Backing the Kickstarter will fund full animated 10-second cinematic video vignettes for each Choir and master audio engineering for the soundtrack.