The Fallen Tower
“We walked like gods. So arrogant. So splendid. So careless. And look at what we’ve come to.
You thought you could write the future, didn’t you? You thought you had the magic formula. The secret recipe.
But the future doesn’t have a formula. It doesn’t have a script.
It’s all ad lie.
All desperate improvisation in front of a dying audience in a room where the ceiling is about to fall in.
I can’t help feeling that we got what we deserved."
Against All Odds
The Ascension War sputtered to an end, thanks to human apathy.
The Council of Nine Traditions now sits on a cusp, as certain mages try once more to re-ignite hope in themselves and others – not just hope, but a striving for something, anything.
Others want things to stay the same, to maintain the current, feeble status quo. This conflict threatens to destroy all truces – not just the cease-fire between the Technocracy and the Traditions, but the long-standing bonds between the Traditions themselves.
Showdown in Sin City
Nowhere is this simmering conflict more evident than in Las Vegas, city of neon and illusion. Like the Tarot card that symbolizes the city, Las Vegas’s mages flirt with the Devil but yearn for the Star.
In the lavish casinos, on the decadent Strip, and in the silent deserts, Mages gamble their souls for a piece of the dream.