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Welcome to M20: The Three Tyrants

10:23, 29th March 2024 (GMT+0)

M20: The Three Tyrants

Welcome to Lower Telarscient. If you're here, it's because you think you have what it takes to survive. And if you got it, there are definitely people who want to help you use it. What you have to understand, though, is that not everyone's got it. Here's a few quick questions for you, just to make sure you're ready to hit the Below. Answer fast — no one's got time to sit around these days.

Do you have imagination? And your own weapon? If you're in a dark alley and the stone buckles under your feet, and some being materializes from the ground and prepares to attack, are you ready to make that thing - whatever it is - hurt? If the situation suddenly changes in the middle of a mission, and you're swarmed by city guards who weren't supposed to be there, and you've got bolts and bolos raining down on you, can you keep your shit together? Will you trade your flesh and blood for iron and steel? Will you risk blowing out your mind to seize a piece of the magic power flowing through everything? Will you put your whole self into the works so you can be faster than the next guy, even if it means you might have your brain seared by potion side effects?

Will you do anything you can to get the job done?

The last question is the only one that matters. If you've got the guts and the will, you're ready for the streets. There are plenty of jobs waiting for you: Top-secret research plans need to be stolen from closely guarded alchemy labs. Street gangs need rival leaders to disappear. Powerful nobles need to be protected from street rabble looking to take their cash or kidnap them for ransom. Hidden artifacts need to be recovered from toxic sewers. And if you're willing, there are always people offering cash in return for putting someone down.

I won't lie to you — it won't be easy. The Man takes on a million forms, and all of them work hard to keep you down. Organized crime outfits want your blood, and the guilds want your soul. The guards and the government, of course, just want you put away somewhere, out of sight and out of mind. Maybe they'll get you in a cell, maybe in a tomb, maybe with a collar around your neck. Either option works for them.

But all those people who want to bring you down? Let them come. You didn't choose to come here to run away from trouble. You picked this city to be in control, to keep from selling out to anyone. You picked it to make your dreams come true. But do you have what it takes? Do you have everything you need? Do you have enough to be more than a street thug, more than a run-of-the-mill gangster?

Bring it on. Let's find out.