Rykon
Four Thousand Club
Campaign Opener:
It has been 5 years since the Empress has disappeared. The world is in turmoil. Pirates, demons, fae, dead, and especially the moon touched horrors of legend are reported to grow closer to the blessed isle with each passing day. The tolerated tyranny of the Dragon-Blooded Dynasty slowly recedes, taking their divine powers with them. The people have cried out to the gods for aid in these troubled times, perhaps you have found yourself in such hardship, with all that you once knew being suddenly turned upon its head. After the conquest of Thorns, hope seemed lost to threshold states, that is until folks like you appeared. A summons had sounded from the heavens as heroes began to emerge from obscurity. It was in this era in which the vision came to you.
What your patron had shown or told you is for you to know, but one thing stuck out at the end. Your mind's eye scans down upon creation from above, you see dens pouring out a dark miasma killing off the surrounding life from within thick jungles, high peaks, and wide meadows. your focus stops in the south and west, where several dark poxes began to fester and rupture with a foreign presence. As your view traces over it, it follows the paths of the forests, mountains, and jungles to the City of the Steel Lotus, where you find a signpost jutting out from a building showing a painting of faded map, and a stylized box filled with coins of jade.
Since then, you have come to know a power unlike any you have ever witnessed. And not long afterward, whether by choice or by chance, you find yourself looking at the gates of the city in your dream.
It has been 5 years since the Empress has disappeared. The world is in turmoil. Pirates, demons, fae, dead, and especially the moon touched horrors of legend are reported to grow closer to the blessed isle with each passing day. The tolerated tyranny of the Dragon-Blooded Dynasty slowly recedes, taking their divine powers with them. The people have cried out to the gods for aid in these troubled times, perhaps you have found yourself in such hardship, with all that you once knew being suddenly turned upon its head. After the conquest of Thorns, hope seemed lost to threshold states, that is until folks like you appeared. A summons had sounded from the heavens as heroes began to emerge from obscurity. It was in this era in which the vision came to you.
What your patron had shown or told you is for you to know, but one thing stuck out at the end. Your mind's eye scans down upon creation from above, you see dens pouring out a dark miasma killing off the surrounding life from within thick jungles, high peaks, and wide meadows. your focus stops in the south and west, where several dark poxes began to fester and rupture with a foreign presence. As your view traces over it, it follows the paths of the forests, mountains, and jungles to the City of the Steel Lotus, where you find a signpost jutting out from a building showing a painting of faded map, and a stylized box filled with coins of jade.
Since then, you have come to know a power unlike any you have ever witnessed. And not long afterward, whether by choice or by chance, you find yourself looking at the gates of the city in your dream.
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