Sagas of the Starlit Age

Anarchy in Beran

So here we are on the open road. We escaped a city before it could devour us and are currently heading west because somebody thinks that there is information that way. If you were to ask me I think we’re just running, I mean what else is there to do? I decided to collect my thoughts by starting this little pet project of mine and trying to keep some sort of record. Let me start from the beginning, or as close to it as I can come. My name is Liza Netzoni, yes my great grandfather was that guy but really who cares.
            Pop was a hard man who spent a little too much time hugging a needle while ma was a prostitute who spent a little too much time doing a whole different type of hugging. If you can possibly imagine my childhood wasn’t exactly walking in the sun. when I hit 10 my mom went out for a job and never came back and left me with pop who spent a bunch of his time hitting me, and there’s something poetic about that if you ask me. Didn’t take long for us to need a bit of extra cash, and my pop decided nobody is suspicious of a little go so I loaded up my bag with a bit of illicit materials and we started our own family business. Pop would make the deals and I would do the distribution. Everything was alright for a few years, at least until just after I hit 15 when I came down stairs and found my pop laying on the kitchen floor devoid of life and humiliatingly hanging out in a pile of his own drool. That was that, I was alone.

            What was a girl to do, Wait around for the cops to figure out what happened…maybe throw me in the system and put me In a home where they could “fix” me? Yeah I don’t think so. So instead I ran, found myself sitting around in back alley ways and under bridges but I found something else while I was out there too, the Topaz. It’s like meth only instead of just getting you high it introduces you to the geomantic forces of the world. I became powerful and learned to manipulate those forces. Without the help of any school nerds I taught myself the art.

            See the problem with needing an illicit substance like Topaz is that it’s hard to get and it costs a fair bit of scratch. So I needed the money and contacted an old friend of my pops who gave me a job doing a bit of distribution, which at this point I was pretty good at. Things were good then, at least I thought so. I had a little apartment on the north side of Beran and was making enough money for hobbies and habits. There isn’t much use to this part of the story, at least for now, so let me jump ahead about 5 years when I was assigned a job. It was supposed to be easy. Meet the contact, make the trade, head home. Kind of shit I’d done literally a thousand times. I got to the place and my “Boss” was there too, which really should have told me something was wrong, but let’s be honest When you spend half your time fucked up your brain doesn’t work like it use too. Turns out the client wasn’t trying to buy the product I brought, he was trying to buy me and really I didn’t like that Idea too much. I called my power and burned all of them. I realized at this moment that we don’t control the power we conjure, it controls us and we just try to stack the odds in our favor. The only problem is that while I was having these earth shattering revelations it turns out I was actually just lying in a pool of my own drool somewhere and I don’t remember a fucking thing until I woke up in a jail cell awaiting arraignment.
            Judge was a bit of a dickhead and even though I didn’t get the murder charges because of the circumstance, they still stuck me with manslaughter and gave me five years in lock up for my troubles. Once again the system failed me, a victim of circumstance. First few months I went through heavy rehabilitation programs to kick me of my bad habits and after that it’s problem another one of those stories I’ll have to save for later. Suffice it to say I got out eventually, a year early with good behavior (The Idiots.) I didn’t have money, I didn’t have help and I didn’t know what I was going to do so instead I turned to my magic. I used the skills I had learned over my life to take new secrets from those stuck up school mages. They hated me for it but what could they do from their libraries? All it ever took was one new spell to the right person and I could afford to eat for the month, and those school idiots thought their secured servers would keep me out. Lucky for them, or rather for me, while I was in the lock up and I had nothing to do and learned a bit too much about technology, from coding to engineering and I’m good at everything I try, they say it’s a feature of my bloodline.

            This went on for a year before a giant labyrinth appeared in my city and now here I am on the road, running from problems I don’t even know, looking for information where there probably is none and doing the best I can not to just put my headphones in a shut the world out. A deaf girl who looks to the sky a little too much, a professional monster hunter who has a hard on for his material possessions, a rock faced skate boarder with a bit of a Zen problem, a fucking school mage, a random collection of college kids and day laborers, and me, waiting to see the lines of probability so maybe I can make some sense out of all this shit when in the end it probably doesn’t even matter anyways. It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.


The Fitzbeyn Files
Entries 001 - 003

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(normal speaking voice) Is this thing on? Oh the red light is working, that must mean its recording. Okay then. Let the first recording commence.(clears throat)

(In a professional tone of voice)

Fitzbeyn File Entry Zero-Zero-One

Identified structure, Labyrinth.  Characteristics include masks of horror surrounding a bronze mask inlaid within the walls. Masks produce undead beings and purple energy that burns when touched.  Exit to labyrinth is through stone walls.  Also contains monsters known as Labyrinth Minotaurs.  Total number of monsters contained within labyrinth is unknown.  Dedicated to Baphomet.  Appeared in downtown Beran on (date). Destroyed most of the city.  (tone of anger) Note: May have also destroyed my sweetypie. (low volume, offhanded) Damn Labyrinths!

(clears throat, then professional tone)

Fitzbeyn File Entry Zero-Zero-Two

Identified monster, Labyrinth Minotaur.  Characteristics include wearing a bronze mask that gives them more ferocity in their attacks. Look like large anthropomorphic bulls.  Serve Baphomet. Fiendish in nature with a strong will and resistance to fire.  Intelligent enough to cast magical rituals to raise undead. Strong trample and charge. May also carry a greataxe as a weapon.  Destroying the bronze mask appears as only known weak spot and may possibly cause disappearance or disintegration.  Firearms and arcane magics are effective in defeating the minotaur.  Divine smiting also a solution. (normal speaking voice) Note: Don't get trampled by it, it hits like a Mac truck and hurts like a sonofabitch.

(professional tone)

Fitzbeyn File Entry Zero-Zero-Three

Identified monster, Stone Giant.  Characteristics include building a Stonehenge out of motor vehicles in parking lots.  Peaceful in nature, but easily angered when territory or self threatened.  Appeared in A-mart parking lot after a group of individuals including myself and Mags escaped from the  labyrinth.  Looks like a giant sized human made of stone.  Likes sheep including stuffed toy sheep. Possible occupations include shepherd.  Does not appear to be very agile or bright.  Speaks giant language.  Avoid angering. Attempt diplomacy first.  No known weaknesses to note at this time.

Side Note. Appearance of Labyrinth, Minotaur and Stone Giants may be connected to some major possibly end of the world type event. More to come.

(normal speaking voice) Okay now how do you turn this off. Oh I see. Push he…..

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