10$ per session through StartPlaying
Logi sisse on Saturdays @ 11:30AM.
The city of Imperi gleams beneath its marble arches, but something in its warmth feels subtly, unmistakably wrong. A hush clings to the rings, a tension beneath the noise of markets and parades, as if the city is waiting for a cue it hasn’t yet been given. Strange heat gathers in forgotten corners. People drift into quiet, sun‑dazed reveries. And deep beneath the streets, the mines report accidents that don’t behave like accidents at all.
As the party moves through the city, they begin to uncover threads that should never have touched: political denials that contradict eyewitness accounts, a thieves’ guild quietly stockpiling a radiant essence called Sunbreath, and a traveling troupe whose performances seem to mask coded meetings and midnight movements. Every faction wants something from Imperi, and every faction wants something from the players — information, loyalty, silence.
What the party doesn’t yet see is that these crises are not isolated. They are pieces of a design that stretches far beyond the city’s walls. The warmth, the watchers, the missing shipments, the shifting alliances, the Sunbreath itself — all of it is being arranged with deliberate care. Someone is preparing a binding, a contract of law and will and sacrifice, meant to join a powerful claimant to a chosen Vessel. And Imperi, in all its grandeur, is only the stage.
When the truth finally rises to the surface, the players will have to decide what to protect, what to expose, and who they become when the city’s masks fall away.
In Act II, every choice shapes the fate of Imperi — and the curtain hasn’t even lifted.