- This game is under the Fantasy, Apocalyptic & Survival genres.
- The game system is Mutants and Masterminds (unconventional).
- This game contains adult content.
[MnM3] Theoregenesis: Raising the Dead
Taeltresin. Once the greatest and eldest of the world trees, housing thousands of worlds within its vast interconnected branches. Clockwork creatures of brass and steam traded goods with floating marshmallow-men toasted into toughness. Gods politicked and gossiped in their marble halls, bartering with secrets and motes of power. Legendary heroes took up arcane arms and led mighty armies against mythic beasts fantastical and bizarre.All that has gone, now. Creatures from outside the world tree's branches and unfettered by its impositions of order have invaded. It was a threat the gods of old were unprepared for, could not comprehend, let alone fight -- indeed, so reliant were they upon the tree's blessings that they may have been even more vulnerable to the intruders' chaotic energy than the mortals they supposedly led. These intruders were the Mad, and with them they brought their corrosive influence to Taeltresin: the Blight.
The war was a farce. Worlds, gods, heroes, and beasts fell one after another, choking and twisting into perversions of what they once were before being turned against the very tree they depended on to thrive. The cancerous Blight spread unimpaired through the world tree. Only a few of its greatest thinkers realized what it was they were fighting, and only then too late to turn back the infection. Meanwhile, the old gods mustered their greatest heroes and vast armies and threw themselves into the fray for one final offensive, sensing only the glory of their final hours and the songs that would be sung.
You were part of that final charge. You remain uncertain if you ever met the enemy blade to claw that day, for you found yourself ripped from the battlefield to dreamlessly sleep for a time even gods could not reckon.
An eternity has passed in this land where time itself has died. You awaken, lost and confused, on a secluded moon orbiting a universe on the precipice of death. Hope is not lost, however; those that came before you have left contingencies and motes of power to be discovered in the hopes of reviving the tree once the Blight had passed... and it would seem that time is now. The gods have gone; your fate is in your hands.
