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==Great Forks City Noir== | ==Great Forks City Noir== | ||
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The Scavenger Lands have been pitched into bloody war! Thorns has invaded the Range Towns of Marukan, forcing the Realm to fight a proxy-war across the Inland Sea. Nexus is the Mask of Winter's next target, and the future of Creation is uncertain. Great Forks has become a Casablanca of sorts, filled to the brim with refugees trying to flee into the Hundred Kingdoms and beyond. But the City of Temples is rotten to its core, and all of the Ministers are on the take. Proper documentation must be provided to gain safe passage on the gargantuan steamboats that run down the Yellow River toward safety, and the warmachine of Thorns has its agents and pawns in place, choking the movement of refugees. | The Scavenger Lands have been pitched into bloody war! Thorns has invaded the Range Towns of Marukan, forcing the Realm to fight a proxy-war across the Inland Sea. Nexus is the Mask of Winter's next target, and the future of Creation is uncertain. Great Forks has become a Casablanca of sorts, filled to the brim with refugees trying to flee into the Hundred Kingdoms and beyond. But the City of Temples is rotten to its core, and all of the Ministers are on the take. Proper documentation must be provided to gain safe passage on the gargantuan steamboats that run down the Yellow River toward safety, and the warmachine of Thorns has its agents and pawns in place, choking the movement of refugees. | ||
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''-A World War II noir story in the City of Gods. Corrupt divinities smoking hooka pipes and denying refugees safe passage through the city. Godblooded femme fatales, sticking it to the man. G-men from Heaven, making shadowplays behind the scenes. Nazi Thorns soldiers patrolling the streets after curfew. Seedy dive bars and underground piano lounges act as the hideouts of rebels and rugged individualists of a golden generation willing to make a change in an age that has no time for prayers. | ''-A World War II noir story in the City of Gods. Corrupt divinities smoking hooka pipes and denying refugees safe passage through the city. Godblooded femme fatales, sticking it to the man. G-men from Heaven, making shadowplays behind the scenes. Nazi Thorns soldiers patrolling the streets after curfew. Seedy dive bars and underground piano lounges act as the hideouts of rebels and rugged individualists of a golden generation willing to make a change in an age that has no time for prayers. | ||
− | + | I've always wanted to run a film noire heartbreaker set in Great Forks. For No Time for Prayers I would want to limit PCs to be Heroic Mortals, minor Gods and Godblooded. If there is a general outcry to play actual Exalts I will allow Dragonblooded, but I thought it could be fun to explore the lower tiers of the power scale for this one. | |
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