The Cosmothea universe and all its dimensions are hemorrhaging, suffering from the throes of change. A dark act put into motion and left unchecked for far too long, ignited a seemingly unstoppable storm. Already, more than a dozen dimensions have ruptured and died, releasing billions of souls and even casting gods into the Void, lost forever.
Other, less visible perils have been woven into the universe’s tapestry, more subtle, but no less deadly than the storms. A slow and apparently irreversible is eating away at the skin of reality and there’s nothing anyone, not even the gods can do to stop it. That’s what they tell us and it seems to be the case from all appearances.
From without, the storm is spreading, threatening to engulf all of existence; from within pressures are building and it may already be too late to do anything about it. Most don’t even realize anything’s wrong. Ironically, animals feel it, but cannot comprehend what is happening. The gods feel it too, and watch as the borders of their dimensions seethe and boil, and everything seems to be unraveling. Many gods and other powerful beings have fallen, leaving behind supernatural and unstable artifacts and abominations. The ancient Architects, mysterious uber advanced A.I., have returned after eons of absence, or rather have revealed themselves after monitoring and manipulating events unseen; their presence has caused many to question the future of sentient kind.
And lately, even Quintessence, called Essence, Nexus Energy and simply magic on some worlds, has become even more unstable. Arcane accidents and irresponsible divine acts on some worlds have caused many to fear Quintessence, while on other worlds not yet touched by the storms or by the mysterious Briq Waves, magic is being integrated more and more into society as scientists declare Nexus to be the new green energy; and most seem oblivious to the coming storms.
Indeed, as some worlds enjoy a time of peace and even prosperity, many others are trying to stay above the waves of chaos, living in post apocalyptic madness; some have plunged completely into darkness. Advanced civilizations once glorious icons boasting of fantastic technological achievements, now scurry around blindly, lacking the support of their galactic network, once-mighty armies, abundant resources and loyal allies. No longer does peace between the Humanus Republic and the Interstellar Alliance seem so assured, and even within these galactic superpowers, rifts are forming, as fear and greed and depravity threaten to consume them. Efforts are being made to shore up pacts and restore order, but it is a long road, perhaps longer than any realize.
From as far away as silently spinning Cathor, teetering on the edge of collapse, to far away Anarchus, pristine on the outside with antigrav islands and spires rising to the heavens, but cold as steel and dying on the inside, reeking from the loss of those that built it: the taager, from whom some of the greatest technological achievements and worst nightmares were birthed. Without the taager fixing things, it is left to the “lesser” species, notably the sygman, to save the galactic empires from collapse, as the taager have retreated into isolation, silenced by their own creations. But can the sygman possibly hope to meet the challenge? It seems unlikely, and the few rebellious taager that remain, are highly coveted and have been snapped up by megacorporations which some claim are part of the problem, for they have grown so powerful, that many own entire worlds and even command galactic navies.
With the galactic communications network seemingly decades or more away from being restored, communication is ship to ship and beacon to beacon and so many worlds lie unprotected, the Alliance Senate but a husk, a pretentious gathering of survivors fighting over dwindling resources, incapable of defending their brethren should the Hordaq Empire rise from the ashes of civil war and turn their eyes once again upon the galaxy.
In corners of the galaxy, pretending nothing’s seriously wrong, entertainment giants, now compromised by the taagers’ absence, still offer dreamy fantasy vacations in which you can literally have an out of body experience, to help salve the soul of those with enough credits, and usually it’s fairly safe. Usually one can find something to drown out the madness, something to distract, make the pain go away or seem more bearable. But deep down, everyone knows it; everyone feels it, even if they won’t admit it. The universe is in decay. As time marches on, civilizations on most worlds are sliding back into the shadows, their small advances only concealing their greater losses.
Their borders inconsistently guarded by flailing armadas still reeling from war and licking their wounds and due to poor communication across their vast borders, many star systems and trading routes have fallen prey to raiders. Now, there are those who seem willing to stand in the gap and try to restore order and rebuild, but whether their efforts will be in vane or truly make a difference, only time will tell.
All is not completely lost –– yet, rather it is possible to slow and stem the bleeding, suture the wound that has claimed existence, but without fixing the problem — Gyria! — without fully understanding what is causing the universe to fall into chaos, and finding the secret wisdom to right it, the universe seems bound for utter destruction. It’s just a matter of time. Or so they say. They could be wrong. Perhaps everyone’s just overreacting? There may yet be something that can be done, and a precious few seem willing to do what it takes to seek answers and make the hard choices. Such heroes, if they don’t give up; if they play their cards right, just might be able to make a difference.
While it was once true that technology was indistinguishable from magic – at least taager tech, such is no longer the case, for so few taager remain to fix the machines that once made our lives so safe and comfortable. Now only the mysterious architechnology still upholds that law on every front. If the taager have any answers, they aren’t telling.
The Architects are back! Gods save us all! No one really knows whether the Architects’ sudden reappearance is good news or bad, but indeed, time will tell and even the gods are watching, unsure what to do. It is in this fragile environment that the players’ characters find themselves in. Welcome to the Cosmothea Campaign Setting!