Mage: The Last Door
The game grows…
…a stage is set in second life. A narrator has risen to tell the story. A world of maps and doors and secrets lies just an invitation away.
But…
What do you seek? What kind of game excites you? What songs of power send sexual tingles down your spine? What do you hunger for in the deep dark of tomorrow?
Is it the dramatis personae of being how you’ve always imagined you should be? Creating an avatar, an extension of your will, to craft strange worlds in the void of your imagination?
Or is it the battle you seek? To see your enemies driven before you, to tap the infinite wells of power and emerge as a God? To be stronger, smarter, better?
Or is it a sacred truth you seek? To know the names of the unnameable? To whisper in the dark with the shadow lords of abyss or take tea in the garden of the tree of life with the ghosts of dead geniuses? Is it the wonder that drives you?
So help me, tell me. What do you seek?
"Salem, I know this City. I’ve been silent caretaker over the virtual temples where Kym, the Lady of Pain, holds court. I was once chained in the Nephandi labyrinth beneath her streets. I’ve seen the Traditions of my mentors become the Paths of my apprentices. I’m an old spider on the digital web, a thrice-born, whose real name is written on a nameless watchtower. I am the Arkmage Æterna or even
@4rkm4g3 of the coded reality. Salem, city of doors, of magick, of the black market bizarre bazaar. Her story is my story."
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Arkmage Æterna / @4rkm4g3
