For portals that opened a speedy path to the far worlds.
Some even say heavens through which they could send swift aid, great that the Crazed have taken apprentices from them. They cut doorways in the madness and to profit by their cruelties. Some wretched by the suffering of the exiles in the sky, and took pity ones worship them as gods, praying to be spared their on their hunger and misery. They sit and they hate, always laboring to find new ways to hurt and to ruin, to finish what their But the Mandate and the Directors were still saddened madness began two hundred years ago. The Maestros knew all things, and placed all things life to its children, and the Crazed do not die as ordinary in their right order. No one ever lacked We call these old ones the Crazed now, and some still food or clean water or companionship in their loneli- live in the waste places of the world. love and favor, and the Maestros were ever close to hand to help those who bore the Link. The gave the good citizens the mark of the Link as a sign of doors in the skies no longer opened, and we were alone. They go in bad places return as things terribly changed. They cursed us To aid in their work, the Directors fashioned the Mae- with the Black Dust and made some among our children stros, minds of crystal and energy to think the great come forth misshapen and sickly, and made hunters who thoughts that would encompass all of Old Terra. They made the Slow Fire burn the cities and cast down stones from the sky to break the houses of men.
They opened many doors and broke many laws.
They raved and slew and destroyed, tearing open the belly of the world with their madness. Our ancestors told us of the Scream, a terrible power that swept down from the sky and broke the minds of all of the psychics. Who is to know the truth?īut we know that Old Terra died ten generations ago. Riors who only sought freedom and a better life. They sent the wicked and rebellious away, casting them off into the darkness of the skies to find fresh worlds where they could trouble the good no longer. The Terran Mandate ruled them from above, the Directors and their armies of officials to oversee the peace and harmony of humanity’s mother-world. The cities of Old Terra stretched to the heavens in pillars of glass and light, their numbers greater than their children have words to name. The World is in Ashes Our ancestors knew marvels in the days before the Scream. Maps created with Hexographer and Dungeonographer: Character sheets inspired by the work of John Harper. Art by Tamas Baranya, Pawel Dobosz, Gary Dupuis, Earl Geier, Eric Lofgren, Shaman’s Stockart, and Skortched Urf Studios. Table of Contents The World is in Ashes.4 Character Creation.7 Mutations.
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