The Empire calls you Lost Eggs, for not long ago, you Exalted as a Prince of the Earth, 1 of the Dragon-Blooded Host. But the Empire has little use for poorly trained backwater hicks.
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Rollicking adventure on the high seas of Creation!
The Empire calls you Lost Eggs, for not long ago, you Exalted as a Prince of the Earth, one of the Dragon-Blooded Host. But the Empire has little use for poorly trained backwater hicks, Exalted or not. Except if you can prove yourselves.
Pressed into the Western Fleet, you've been given a chance to prove yourself. Earn glory and the Empress's favor, and you'll be adopted into one of the Great Houses, given prestige, power, riches. Or die unknown and forgotten, shark-chum like the last batch of rotten lost eggs.
You've little choice other wise - the Pirate King of Coral has been rumored to make a deal with the Deathlord the Bodhisattva Anointed by Dark Waters. If the deal goes through, then the West will be awash in blood, and all who die will rise again under the Deathlord's banner.
They say the only certainties in life are death & taxes. Turns out that taxes are certain after death, as well. You know this only too well; 1 of your many duties.
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They say the only certainties in life are death and taxes.
Turns out that taxes are certain after death, as well. You know this only too well; one of your many duties to your Deathlord is collecting taxes from reluctant and ancient ghosts.
But now the undead of Stygia have risen in rebellion! Unthinkable! Don't they remember what happened last time? You do. You were punished most horribly for not stopping it before a massive siege was necessary.
And you are most eager to not suffer the wrath of your Lord once again - for they have promised unending cycles of death and pain should you fail them another time. Break the will of Stygia, before the end of the dead stars' dance of the year - which is in 5 days' time.