Veil of Smog, Chapter 1

[Izzarra]

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Players and Characters

Player	Character	Concept
Izzarra	Yume Tsukiyomi	Kitsune Shrine Maiden / Spirit Medium
MechaAce	Shroud	Regular Human
Batcathat	Rufus Walcraft	Alchemist
Xihirli	Counterbalance	Boxer
Esprit15	Sarah Stillwater	Chronomage / Speedster

The times change, but the battles don't. Magic flares up to a bonfire and fades down to an ember, but never burns out entirely. The names of the gods and the natures of their worship gain and lose popularity, but humanity always finds reason to give praise upwards. The names given to the enemies crawling up from below change, but the cautionary tales hidden in the stories remain. The heroes who rose to destroy the wickedness have faded into legend, but their call to action still echoes in our ancestral memory.

You have always seen the world a bit differently. Maybe it was in the window of that house. Yes, that one. The one everyone half-jokingly said was haunted. Everyone knew it was just an urban legend, they knew the murderer behind the disappearances had been caught years ago, but people walked past with their eyes averted anyways. You looked long and hard, and you saw something through the window. You didn't know what it was, and still don't wholly. When fact and reason fell short, you turned to mythology. Some of the stories got halfway to explaining what you saw, but other details seemed not to fit. You may have tried to ignore it, to move on with your life. You may have vainly tried to forget what you saw, but it burrowed into the back of your mind like a parasite. It gnawed away at your thoughts, and poisoned your perceptions. You began to see signs of the unnatural, the strange, and the inexplicable everywhere. Not only did the phenomena not make sense, they seemed truly impossible. Hard as you tried, you could find nobody to corroborate your account. It was as if they just weren't seeing the same things as you, as if the world genuinely was different for them. The truth seemed hidden from these people; hidden behind a veil that seemed oh so thin to you.