But though we are fallen from our that the wicked who were sent forth were actually war- thrones, O my ancestors, let them find the dust of kings!Ĭongratulations, because you’re one of the remarkably few people reading this who hasn’t already entered the hobby through other games. Perhaps someday the exiles will return to selfish, that the Maestros plotted against their creators, find only our dust. They claim that the Mandate was cruel and their bones. Perhaps it is our destiny to be mingled with stories tell. Our ancestors ruled here, our fathers and mothers lived and dreamed and died upon Some say that Old Terra was not as beautiful as the its earth. in many other ways for the Mandate, accomplishing deeds beyond those of ordinary men and women. Many other psychics labored generation, it grows harder. beasts of the wastelands and struggle amongst each other They powered the Jump Gates, opening the doors with for the few places of safety that remain to us. We war upon the twisted before the Mandate taught them ways to channel it well. In their head was a mad- Black Dust and the Highshine and the Slow Fires that ness that could sicken the world, and many died from it burn on the green glass plains. We struggle against the their passage through the sky. The leavings of our ancestors sustain The servants of the Jump Gates were men and women us with their tools of fire and light and their knowledge called “psychics”, ones cursed with a terrible change by captured in glowing glass words. It is the New Earth we dwell in now, we ragged children of a fallen world. Jump Gates made a journey of years into a single great step. They are cursed, and they bring only curses. No this reason and many others we kill the psychics born longer was it necessary to send the slow ships, for the among us. 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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