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Started by taalyn, September 21, 2003, 01:45:24 PM
Quote from: WeYour wildest dreams. Most secret fantasies. Your passions: dark or light. Imagined worlds and nightmares. Where everything is possible, and nothing is forbidden. You can watch a little girl in the park, collecting flowers for her mother. She carries a floppy doll in a grubby hand, and a bouquet of dandelions in the other. Her nose needs cleaning, and her ponytails could use some combing. She looks like any other 5-year old, except for one thing: From the waist down, her body is that of a ferret. She's a ferretaur. You can call your friend at home, where he's watching the game. His wife is in the kitchen, making dinner - pot roast, he says. Their two kids are at the kitchen table doing homework, arguing, and making suggestions for dessert, while their golden retriever barks outside. They look like an average family, but: They're look like nothing but animated water. These are the Noom - some have existed since before humanity was a wave in a pool of primordial ooze. Others were born recently, out of the stuff of human imagination. They live out their lives in a world of worlds - the Plasm. They have many names for themselves: Inchoa, Sheen, Nigh, Fae, Nonsuch, Shimmer, Gyp, Deo, Breed, Neiro, Quem, Loke... You may be one of them. On the other side is the Tell, the world humanity has mastered and colonized. The Noom are at war, and that war has begun to carry into the Tell. Now, along the highways and Main Streets, traffic crosses more than just state lines. Their passing awakens the Sleeping Shoal, humanity at rest, and suddenly your dentist is working magic, the babysitter has turned into a Hindu goddess, and your wife has joined the Pale, an order devoted to monitoring the Caesura, the wall between the Worlds. With increased traffic, it's become thin. People have gone missing, families torn apart when a son wandered into the Plasm. Terrorism is funded by the Marahh, Noom who want to see the Shoal destroyed. Schizophrenics are possessed by Caesurites, and the conspiracy is soon to be exposed. The growing threat has invoked Lex, threatening to push mankind into an evolution they're not ready for. Come explore the Plasm: visit Ghedde, the vast trashheap of a city at the center of the Plasm, where every fetish is embodied and available, for a price; run in the autumn beauty of Vertumn, and talk with the giant trees who live there; live and die in a universe where every Dream sleeps in its own home. Use a system based on motes: colored tokens as the randomizers. Build your unique caern, defining your character's own personal probability pool. Your Passions have colors, and anything you can imagine can be an Aspect of your character. Come to Crux, explore the Possible, at the Crossroads in Reality.