Hypershock
A gentle lie.
A violent truth.
Reclamation is at hand.
Before Session
Before Session Prep
The Players
Planned Sequences
Worldbuilding
Arc 1: To Break the World
Those Without
Those Within
After Session
Before Session Prep ARCHIVE
Sequence Archive
Books and Rules
THE OPENING SCRAWL
There are those who remember a time where the winds bore hope, where they would carry travelers, goods, ideas to and from the realms beyond. When one could travel beyond the ringed city, when one could cross the ocean to see what lay beyond. They remember when the forests sang, when the waters healed, when the secret paths were known. They remember when the gods where known, when their blessings were given aplenty, when many could hear their voices.
These memories are a privilege afforded to a dwindling few.
A decay has swept through the world. The shadows lengthen. The forests grow hostile. The secret paths are lost. The names of gods, long since quiet, are forgotten.
Those who travel beyond the kingdom are never heard from again. In single nights, communities are swallowed whole by the earth. None know why.
It seems that only one place has been spared the disaster and decay which has fallen over the world -
THE KINGDOM OF KALAPHAST.
The so called 'Isles Fallen From Heaven', this realm stretches from the vast oceans in the east to the stoic mountains in the west.
Located within these mountains is the massive ringed city, THRONE, which forms its capital - and within THRONE lies the Apex of Kalaphast, the TEARSTONE PALACE. A massive spire carved from the mountain in times long since forgotten, its size defies sense. The entirety of the mountain has been carved and shaped into this palace, the rest of the city existing below and around it, and serves as the IMMANENT WILL of the LAST LIVING GOD who lives at the its center. It never shows its face and never speaks to any other than the DEIMARCH - the family who bear its mandate of heaven in their blood.
They do all they can to maintain the peace and order unique to Kalaphast - and none question their claim that it is only by the cradle of the mountain and the grace of the Last Living God that Kalaphast has been given refrain from the decay that has eroded the realms beyond.
But something scratches at the door.
All you have known is the rule of the Deimarch.
You have been assured of the peace you have known. You have been told that this stability will always hold.
You have never known any reason to doubt the promise of Kalaphast.And yet -
You know not where. You know not how.
But with a conviction as deep as water, you know something is wrong.Welcome to Secret's Fall.
Hate.
Let me tell you a story of hate.
In this universe alone, there are 200 billion, trillion stars. I know the name of every single one.
When I have finished here, I will go to each and every single one -
And I will extinguish them.
When I have finished, not a single star will remain in the sky, and still, it will not be enough.
When I wipe every point of space, every point of time clean from this universe, still, it will not be enough.
When I do the same for every life on every world orbiting every star in every single universe, STILL IT WILL NOT BE ENOUGH.
WHEN EXISTENCE HAS BEEN WIPED CLEAN AND I ALONE REMAIN, IT WILL NOT BE ENOUGH.
NOT UNTIL I, TOO, HAVE BEEN ANNIHLATED ALONG WITH EVEN THE BAREST MEMORY OF EVERY NAME, OF EVERY STAR, OF EVEN THE BAREST POSSIBLE SUGGESTION THAT ANYTHING EVER EXISTED, ONLY THEN WILL I BE FINISHED.
She seeks conflict. She can't help herself but fight someone who challenges her. She is prideful and confident of her own abilities, a pride that has broken the universe itself. She is blind to herself. "Only I can save the world." It cannot be her.