Project: EPIC is go!

I wanted to thank everyone who turned out to support our events at 1d4Con and the first of several launches for Project: EPIC. Keep your eyes peeled on this site and our FB page for upcoming events. More announcements on our schedule are pending. The next event we have planned is during BALTICON (www.balticon.org) More coming!

Gearing up for the Summer Campaign Schedule

Good Morning all; Just touching base after a brief hiatus that we're beginning the Summer Schedule this weekend with the debut of a new campaign - Project: EPIC! Project: EPIC is an open-source campaign, debuting on Saturday 26 April 2014 at 1d4con in Winchester, VA. Additionally, I'll be putting the summer schedule and updates for the various campaigns on this site. Look forward to seeing you at 1d4con!

Thank You!

Lord Eclipse is defeated, the multiverse is safe, and the heroes are having a most deserved rest. Thank you all for both a wonderful campaign and a great Marscon 2014. I'll be making announcements shortly about our future, what comes next after this meta-campaign, a synopsis of 'Eclipsed', and some photos. - The CC

Eclipsed Prelude #7 - A shadow over Calan

336 hours until Penumbra

Calan, homeworld of the Trillinian Imperium

Now.

Panic had seized the capital as its defenders had fallen. The High Guard lay broken amid the ruins of the gleaming spires of the capital city. Smoke issued from dozens of craters where galleries of art and science had once been. Devastation was complete.

Above amid the zenith of battle, the enemy swarmed across the shipyards. Great ships of the Imperium's stellar navy drifted free of moorings, ruinous wrecks that told the all-too familiar story of what had happened. Paling the debris and destruction was the great sun of the Imperium's core system...a pale yellow giant that provided life-giving warmth to the worlds that made up the ruling worlds. The once welcoming sight had turned a sickly blue - A light that existed only in the vague sense of the notion. Where once the sun had been the source of life, it had been transformed into a parody of itself...and always the great shadow of *something* moved in dark silhouette across the surface.

The evacuation had long-since ended, as there were no ships that could escape the utter and complete capture of the world. The crystalline palace where the Starchild Empress ruled her Imperium sat untouched to bear witness, the towers untouched...a still-gleaming example of a mighty empire...a last example in which the enemy had yet to advance. Within the core of the tower remaining generals, admirals, and nobility sought some strategy despite the growing hopelessness that had begun to overwhelm them. The armored form of the Starchild Empress paced, directing as she could, serving for a moment as an example of resistance, but with little left to resist with, her frenetic fear had begun to grow, as did the shadow of instability.

Silently the advance began. The converted soldiers, now husks of themselves moved forward with the efficient manner in which they had been created to do. The elite personal guard of the Empress, including the children of Starion, fought valiantly to stop the waves of enemies, each falling to the swarms of former comrades until the path to the inner sanctum was cleared. The powerful feral General of the enemy appeared, the twin blades cutting threw large swaths of defenders, the pack of 'hounds' following closely. The final advancement took no less than three minutes.

When the massive doors were opened, the enemy paused waiting. The Empress and her council stood silently, preparing for the worst. Some of the council had opted to fight, their crumpled forms still smoking from the response, as the 'Generals' of the enemy entered without fanfare or the usual frivolous actions of conquerors...in fact, it was almost solemn, as if the enemy was being proceeded by a mass of some sort.

The Empress thought for a moment she could see something just outside the range of lights in the long corridor leading to the command room...a darkness that wasn't simply shadow - it was an absence of light. The darkness with wraith-like quickness down the hallway, entering the room and absorbing the light from it. The council attempted a last-ditch defense, but silently as it had entered, the shadow simply passed over the council. The council disappeared into the inky darkness, growing quiet as finally the shadow hovered just in front of the Empress. In that moment, the Starchild Empress felt real fear as wispy tendrils of darkness moved over her in an almost caressing way. The Empress struggled, pulling herself away and falling back against the rear wall. The shadow hovered, then spread out in all directions, and as the Empress watched, she could make out the figure in the center of the shadow, moving towards her. The madness which had claimed her in her youth and young adult life washed over her again, along with the pain, despair, sadness, rage, and other darker, damaging emotions.

The Imperium had fallen.The Starchild Empress was eclipsed.

GAME EFFECT:

Any character with connections to the Trillinian Imperium or related contacts in *ANY* campaign will have a result at the beginning of Eclipsed.

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Prelude #6 - Sundown Parity 4:1 - Redeux

Parity 4:1 2009/Seven years from !#@@$#@W$HATE#$@#WQFEAR#!#@!@ENTROPY$@#!!@!@!#!#$HISSHADOWKNOWS@!*#@#(%R!@$!#@!@

The calculations had to be checked and rechecked. If the SPANWEB transmissions were correct, and the Cross chronal scanner was right, then a massive tachyon burst had not only occurred, but had disrupted the time/space continuum for a nanosecond, actually puncturing each point at once.

With that sort of information, she felt obliged to run a comparison against the findings. Such things were not possible: Two points opening and closing at the same time could only mean one thing: At some point in the real future, a door had opened, and at some point at the real past, the door had opened again. Could it be possible that chronapthy was real? That time travel between two set points was a reality only a scant ten years in the future?

The idea that within her current lifetime that time travel wasn't just a possibility, but a reality was a bit flustering, especially since at some point in the future, she herself would be the one to perfect it. It was a myriad of ideas contained in a single thought: That outside of her knowledge, someone had perfected a device for time travel and had used it to escape the past.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose, when a cup was set down next to her. At first, she did not notice, until the rich smell of chamomile and mint caught her attention, turning slightly, she looked up, and saw herself...older...but herself none the less.

'You'll go mad trying to figure out what just happened' the older self answered, 'And believe me, I nearly did'

'How...' She began, stopping slightly to take up the cup and take a quick sip, 'How is it you're here'

The older version smiled, 'It's rather simple at the endpoint to venture back, but this....this is different....someone has upset the balance a second time'

'A second time?' she asked. The idea of her older self standing here hadn't phased her...in fact, it was a comfort in many ways, a secret visitation that had begun a decade previously, guiding her to different paths.

'A second time...and I fear that it will affect everything'

'More than it already has?' she answered, 'I mean, can true time-travel be real, outside of us?'

'Cross was close' the older version stated, 'In fact, he's the one that breaks the idea of the-'

'Yes' The younger version said, 'I know what he did....and I know that he's more obsessed than ever'

'Yes...but that's not why I'm here now' the older version began 'At some point within the next ten years, someone will use Cross's Golden Snitch to go back to the point of the first anomaly'

'And?' the younger version asked

'Well...whomever that is, they'll attempt to change what's coming...and I fear hasten it'

'Seven years ago...' the younger version said, mulling over the words while looking into the cup, 'That would be about the time of...'

'Yes' the older version, 'It puts it right then....and I fear that if whomever is successful, a cascading effect will occur across the continuum.'

'Is that a bad thing, considering?'

'It isn't the proper course of action' The older version said, 'We of all people should understand that certain events are immutable'

'Yes...but all the mucking with the universe and paradoxes the last three decades would suggest it's a moot point' the younger version said, taking the cup and drinking deeply, 'Ginger mint?'

'It's an acquired taste....one you should start now since it's one of my favorites'

The younger one nodded, stirring the cup with the small spoon before replacing it to the saucer. 'Any idea as to who?'

'The devil' was all the woman said, 'And the devil is trying hard to change the past'

'The devil...Mr Mephisto? That TAROT girl? Which one?'

'The one who has the most to gain....and the most lose.' The older version said cryptically.

'That's helpful...but why then?'

'It was during the schism' the older version nodded, 'It was at the darkest hour for the Crusaders'

'You'll have to be more specific...although....I think I know what you mean'

'The time when the Crusaders lost'

The younger version, still fresh from the scars of that time only a decade ago, nodded quietly.

'That pain never leaves' the older version said, 'It will lessen, but it does not leave'

'Is what he's attempting a bad thing?' The younger one added, 'I mean, certainly, we're safer...but...'

'It's a bad thing when you realize that the hand to make the change isn't thinking' the older countered, 'And that if *he* gets the device...'

'Then we should do something' the younger answered.

'We already have...' the older said, donning a helmet, 'As I'm headed to you now...or have you forgotten'

The younger version stopped, considering a moment and sifting through a universe of memories until the events were recalled with clarity...but were uncharacteristically hazy..

'That time...is difficult to remember'

'Yes...' The older nodded, 'It's beginning...'

'The road to hell is paved with good intentions' the older Snow said, bringing up the digital holographic display, 'And hell is coming'

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There was supposed to be a flash of light…an exit in graceful silence from the older version of Snow White into the temporal fugue maintained in a perfect suspension, but nothing happened. Both Snow Whites looked at each other, trying to figure out what had happened. Suddenly, it was as if time had simply ceased for the two of them, and the momentary lapse in timelines had caught them both off-guard. For a moment, neither could react to the situation, it simply had never occurred to either of them.

‘There has been a break in the timeline’ The older Snow began, staring off with glowing azure eyes. Young Snow simply nodded, and for a long moment, said nothing as she attempted parity with her older counterpart. The transfer of information covered the span of seconds. Younger Snow looked about, confused and overwhelmed. The images and lifetimes of her older counterpart revealed a history that was still just a momentary glimpse. While it was 2009, it was at the same time 2014 and 2019. Snow feel the connection of a million digital voice screaming at her from the far away future, and she could feel the burning crimson waves washing over the continuum at the beginning and the end of time.

‘Someone has vastly changed the timeline’ Older Snow started, trying in that way that Younger Snow often exhibited in figuring out the problem. Older Snow began to breath harder, as if effort was being made to simply stand. Young Snow saw fatigue and worry play across her older face, and for a moment, she felt that same fear begin to creep into her thoughts. For a moment, Young Snow felt she should alert the Crusaders, to let them know what was going on…but Young Snow could not understand what was happening. Older Snow cried out in sudden shock and pain, falling to her knees as the Time Tyrant armor cracked and fell away. Red light issues from seemingly every pore, and Young Snow felt the forceful disconnection from the digital voices as the future was being wrenched away.

‘R-R-Remember’ Older Snow began, her face burning hot with red light, ‘R-R-Remember the D-D-Devou----‘

And like that, Older Snow burst into a million points of reddish light. Young Snow shielded her eyes, turning away as the shadow of her former self became etched into the floor of the Crusaders conference room. For a moment, there was nothing in Snow’s world but the red light, the terrible red light that wasn’t just light…it wasn’t just anything. The ancient code began to filter into her mind, and she remembered fragments, long since purposely forgotten playing across her casual memory. Snow cried out, feeling the awful crimson maw of the beast close around her, the terrible heat that bore down from a single purpose and single mind. In that moment, Snow relieved all of her failures, all of her frailty in terrible scarlet clarity. There was something more to the light as it forcibly tore into her very being, reducing Snow’s memories to the basic elements of angelic code. The memories of her new life quickly burned in the entropic stillness of *his* gaze.

Snow was Eclipsed.

Prelude #5 - CO Gamma Redeux

The sound was deafening, shaking and shattering buildings and foundations from downtown to the bay. It was clear the beast was in its last legs, the weight of the sea-beast slowly buckling its stumpy legs. With a final roar, the creature shuddered and then fell to the ground, sending shockwaves across the city.

"That was...difficult' Solarion added, looking at the fallen form of Gakiza, slowly wiping sweat from his brow. The city had suffered from the rampage, from the Eastern points of Central Park where Gakiza had carved a new river to the Sentinel headquarters. Now, at long last, the terror from 50,000 fathoms had been stopped.

Solarion landed, looking at the Mistress of Might, Heraclea. Heraclea, the daughter of Hercules stood on the back of the beast, pulling massive cables around to secure Gakiza, and assist in the removal.

Solarion was reaching towards his communicator to signal the rest of the Sentinels about downgrading the emergency alert, when the skies seemed to shimmer, cascading into a brilliant flash of light. The light itself seemed to be of the most vibrant purple he'd ever seen, followed by an almost cascade of indigo. Long shadows fell over the city, as the Blurr moved up to Solarion's side.

"Whatinthehell?' The Blur started quickly, moving everywhere at once, 'Whatnow?'

Solarion gazed skyward, his eyes focusing into the spectrums of energy not often seen by the methods of detection available to normal technology. After a moment, he turned back to the Blurr, 'I've no idea...it doesn't match anything I'm familiar with...almost...a lack of anything'

The Blurr touched the side of his cowl, moving with an inhuman speed that none save mighty Solarion could see. 'MultiplereportsofaccidentsandproblemsstillduetoGakizaneedtogo'

With that, the Blur took off in a blink, and Solarion remained hovering close to the ground, actually shielding his eyes as if it would give him a better vantage to see. Staring hard upwards into the darkening sky, Solarion thought he made out several figures beginning to emerge from the shadows. In a moment, Solarion realized what they were....satellites...space debris...and large asteroids, falling as if pulled from the heavens. Immediately heading upwards, Solarion tried to cast his empyrean beams to stop the majority of impacts, but reports coming over his com-unit immediately let him know this was not a localized event. How could these things happen? The Bulwark defense system was to prevent such things, and now…

The blast took him by surprise as he felt himself spiral downwards. Expecting it to be Shadower taking advantage of the catastrophe, he was surprised when it was someone that hadn't registered on his spectrum senses....a figure that even the GAIA communications system had not picked up. Recovering quickly, he ran the image through the SAFEGUARD database, and was surprised to see it come up empty. Solarion quickly returned fire, and the battle over New York was quick and decisive, with Solarion managing the smallest of victories.

As Solarion tried to make sense, he could see the massive machine fall into place, and felt the very energies he powered himself with begin to drain away. At that moment, a flash of light struck him, and he felt...nothing. His last thoughts were questions...who were these people...what did they want, and why did so many innocents have to d---

The world warped and twisted, as if reality itself began to unravel in front of Solarion. The white-hot energy that had felled him ceased, replaced now with a twisting sensation that seemed to pull Solarion apart and remake him in one fell swoop. Solarion screamed in agony as the reddish light cascaded around him, and he became faintly aware of the city, smoking from Gakiza’s massive attack alight with a ruby haze. The smell of brimstone was matched with power gray ash that fell around the World’s Strongest Superhuman. Solarion could feel an acrid coldness as he started upwards, unbelieving for a long moment as the sun, the source of his power and life on all earth, turn from its familiar yellow to a shadowy blue – an eclipse that showed no climax or passage.

Feeling his own strength ebb away, Solarion stood for a moment, before launching himself upwards once again. The city wasn’t just reeling – It was decimated, bleached by ash and debris that had rendered even Sentinel Stronghold a smoking crater of what it was once. Somewhere in the back of Solarion’s mind, he could recall the genetic memory of his once proud home world, the last moments of his father and mother as they secured him amid the destruction of his sub-dimensional world. Although he could not have understood what was happening, Solarion felt the empathic sense of fear and loss that sent tremors of terrible sadness through his mother’s arms and shone in his father’s eyes. That moment of utter desolation had been the defining moment in which a lifetime of battling for truth and justice had been built, and he was feeling the terrible brunt of that emotion again. Solarion was shaking, trembling as if he felt the intense cold that normally he would shrug off. There was a purpose in the madness he now faced: An odd out-of-place feeling that made him question the very fabric of his world. Solarion fought against the weakness building within him, flying upwards, gaining speed as he moved, hoping to break atmosphere and whatever was distorting the sun.

For a moment, Solarion felt the rush of the outer atmosphere, and he stared, unbelieving, at the sight that greeted him. The non-Euclidian shape of the craft defied his ability to understand it. The craft, for what else could it be, simply could not exist, and yet, there it was, hovering like a grimly silent warden above the Earth. Solarion closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the coldness of space, the harshly silent vacuum that revealed nothing more. Solarion opened his eyes, and flew directly at what he determined the center of the ship to be. Building up space, Solarion flew faster than he had ever pushed himself, fighting back the strain and weakness, moving against a terrible force which threatened to end him. There was progress, and in that moment, Solarion felt the vestiges of hope swell within him.

A center spot ahead seemingly appeared out of the blackness, a red light that seemed to build into intensity, as if a beam has somehow been fired, but was not racing the speed of light. The beam arced with a slow and methodic deliberateness to it, and then almost seemed to stop – suspended in mid-air against the laws of time, space, and reality. Suddenly the beam flared forward, racing with a speed that even the superhuman speedster Blur would be unable to dodge. The red light engulfed Solarion, and in that moment, the sense of hope and possibility of success died. Solarion felt himself cry out, not just for himself, but for the billions he had failed. Hope deserted him, hemorrhaging from his heart, soul, and spirit. Solarion saw his father looking at him as the red whispers crept into his very being. There was no strength simply left to Solarion, as the light intensified, consuming everything in a crimson inferno.

Solarion was Eclipsed.