Dissatisfied with the tempestuous existence within the unformed reaches, the Primordials carved creation whole-cloth from the very fabric of the Wyld chaos. They formed and set the gods as keepers of their treasure and it was good. For a time.
Jealous of their masters who played games and lived lives of leisure while the gods were forced to work unceasingly, the gods granted power to mortals. Exalting them in the god’s image, and tasking them with the overthrow of their Primordial masters. With the Primordials laid low, the Exalts were left as custodians of creation while the gods retreated to the vacated games and leisure and it was good. For a time.
Oppressed by their Celestially Exalted rulers’ corruption and excess, the Dragonblooded Host struck at the height of Calibration, imprisoning the reincarnating Essence within a vault of jade which was sunk to the deepest reaches of the Inland Sea. While a scant handful of the Solars escaped execution, they were ultimately declared anathema, hunted, and killed, at the behest of the newly formed Dragonblooded Shogunate and the Immaculate Order that rose to prominence by placing the triumphant Terrestrial Host at the pinnacle of spiritual perfection and it was good. For a time.
None of this mattered as the Great Contagion consumed 9 out of every 10 people living in Creation.
None of this mattered as the Fair Folk and Wyld barbarians swept through what was left of the Shogunate to finish the job.
Emboldened by imminent annihilation, the Scarlet Empress seized control of the Imperial Manse and the Realm’s defense grid. She drove back the Fair Folk, defeated the barbarians, and claimed control of creation under her new empire within a span of hours. With peace restored, the Empress established a line of noble houses to hold her Scarlet Empire together while retaining complete and undisputed control and it was good. For a time.
None of this matters for the mortal Patricians and peasants. More than ten generations have passed since the Empress took the throne. They have never known a world without the constancy of the Scarlet Empire, without the threat of the wicked Anathema, without the taxes of their local Satrap. They toil, live, love, and die, and for them it was good. For a time.
Today is a Time of Tumult. The barbarians pushed to the edges of Creation are restless. The grip of the Empire has tightened. The boundaries of the Realm are lawless. The dead rise to claim whole cities. The Anathema have returned.
Tomorrow is a time of uncertainty. Filled with danger, adventure, and injustice, more than anything, tomorrow needs heroes. You are not a god capable of shattering mountains nor are you an Exalt for whom the rules of creation are bent if not ignored. You are mortal; toiling, living, and loving, in the shadow of spirits, demons, and tyrants Dragonblooded or otherwise. You are mortal, yet tomorrow still needs heroes.
Hosted and narrated by:
MisteR N (Ferance)
Scenes played: 4
License: Community License