Awakening is a blessing. It's pure enlightenment, arcane knowledge, untold Mysteries, unimaginable power.
Awakening is a curse. It's all-consuming addiction, existential despair, desperate loneliness, dangerous hubris.
Awakening is knowing you can do whatever you want, and then doing it. Damn the consequences if you like, but your damnation doesn't erase them. Bending reality to your will intoxicates... [click here for more]
Did they tell you magic is sealed away by the Abyss? That the Supernal Realm can’t affect the Fallen? That you’ll never see the Watchtower again?
Nothing is ever that simple.
The curse keeps Sleepers from seeing it, but we are Awakened. We see past the Lie with our Sight every day, grasp the Supernal with our spells and seek the Mysteries. And what Mysteries we find!
Artifacts... [click here for more]
The world is a Lie.
Humanity is cursed into a prison of Sleep, ignorant of the wonder and danger all around them. Ground down into slavery to masters they’ll never see, beset by a plague of cares to distract them from the Truth.
Magic.
You were like them, once, but now you are Awakened. You see the world beneath the Lie’s skin, and the Mysteries beckoning you... [click here for more]
Darkness Is Always With Us
We have shared the world with monsters for millennia.In the time of Alexander the God-King, mages fought their secret wars. In Elizabeth’s London, vampires built their own empire brick by bloody brick. Before the founding of America, hunters fought enemies within and without. And in the Cold War, as the clock ticked towards Armageddon, we could have been... [click here for more]
Reality is glass, is gingerbread and sugar, is chalk. We break pieces away. We take pieces apart. We reassemble them to suit ourselves. The seams are there for those with the eyes to see. The flaws are there for those with the hands to split them. The configurations are born from those with the minds and wills to create them. This is how it has always been. This is how it will aways be. ... [click here for more]
I used to be so foolish. I used to think that the world was too small for me, that I was always destined to break through the invisible doors that kept me enclosed among the mundane. Oh, and I was right about that — and I was terribly wrong, too.Oh yes, I was always destined to break through those doors. I’ve done it. But I was wrong when I thought the world was too small.... [click here for more]
