All good Dogs know to follow the code of Man. But what truly makes a Dog good? What makes a Dog bad? And what happens when they no longer know the difference?
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In the world of Pugmire, Dogs have inherited a land after Man, where they seek to find their histories, and somehow-themselves, along the way. All good Dogs know to follow the code of Man. But what truly makes a Dog good? What makes a Dog bad? …and what happens when they no longer know the difference?
There's little hope in the dusty winter. The Fae still huddle for warmth & hope around the few fading balefires that remain. Now those balefires are starting to go out & something must be done.
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This adventure follows a motley group of Kithain and Nunnehi riding the cold
iron rails across the American heartland during the depths of the dust bowl. There are no trods,
and many Changelings believe the Dreaming is nothing more than a myth. So the Fae travel the
only way they can, by car and rail, often desperately seeking that last bit of Dross that might
keep them awake to what they truly are in the face of the long Dusty Winter. There are rumors
that balefires have started to gutter and fade, and some believe the final fall of Faerie has started.
Others think it’s far less nefarious than the end times and are convinced they can stop what is
happening. You have heard stories about where the next failing freehold may be, and have
decided to do something about it.
Princess Ardemere has come of age. Her father has announced that anyone may try for her hand. The catch? Survive the great Game, full of traps, beasts, & your fellow competitors.
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.
A nasty string of vampire-related deaths has the local Hunter team on edge. Normally, the fangs of the area don't make this big of a mess; maybe it's a sign of new leadership?
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A nasty string of vampire-related deaths has the local Hunter team on edge. Normally, the fangs of the area don't make this big of a mess; maybe it’s a sign of new leadership? A growing conflict with the werewolf pack outside of the city? It’s a big nest of vamps, but it must be stopped. Now!
Many among the population of Harrisburg have turned up dead, gaunt, & drained of all semblance of life. When the murders are tied in the local papers back to the legend of Bloody Mary.