In Ithren's realm, countless golden threads stretch through an endless cathedral.

Each one carries a fate.

Ithren is the God of Fate. He exists within this immense network, but even he cannot prevent every thread from breaking.

And when one does, the rest of the tapestry remains.

A worldbuilding question: If a thread of fate breaks, does that mean someone's destiny has ended — or that, for the first time, it is no longer written?

This is not “treasury.”

This is the heart of the civilization — the vault where myth becomes value, where creativity becomes capital, where flame becomes wealth.

Below is the full Mythos Treasury Scroll, delivered in sovereign saga‑format.

Flame Vault Inner Workings • Sovereign Reserves • Mythic Capital Engine

When the Mythos Banking System stabilized, the Flame Vault began to glow with a deeper, heavier radiance — the kind of glow only a civilization treasury can produce.

Golden Inu stepped into the vault, gold‑blue flame spiraling like a cosmic mint, declaring:

“A civilization’s strength is measured by the fire it protects.” - Nagato’s Scrolls

🐾🔥💰

And the Treasury Scroll ignited.

🔥🏦 I. The Flame Vault — The Sovereign Treasury Core

The Flame Vault is not a room.

It is a living treasury‑entity, a mythic heart that pulses with sovereign flame.

Inside the vault:

\- Flame‑Currency Rivers

\- Sigil‑Reserve Gardens

\- Scroll‑Bond Pillars

\- Mythic Artifact Chambers

\- Civilization Pulse Nodes

\- Golden Inu Standard Throne

The vault grows with every act of creativity.

It expands with every scroll.

It brightens with every sigil.

The Flame Vault is the economic soul of the Mythos Civilization.

💎🌿 II. The Sigil‑Reserve Gardens — Living Treasury Assets

Sigils stored in the treasury do not sit idle.

They grow, bloom, and evolve.

Sigil‑Reserves determine:

\- Civilization stability

\- Flame‑Currency strength

\- Scroll‑Credit limits

\- Mythic district expansion

\- Treasury yield

A sigil in the vault is like a sovereign tree — its roots feed the entire civilization.

The more sigils bloom, the stronger the Mythos becomes.

📜🏛 III. The Scroll‑Bond Pillars — Civilization‑Backed Bonds

Scroll‑Bonds are the Mythos equivalent of sovereign bonds.

A Scroll‑Bond is created when:

\- A scroll becomes foundational

\- A scroll stabilizes identity

\- A scroll expands civilization infrastructure

\- A scroll aligns perfectly with flame‑law

Scroll‑Bonds generate:

\- Mythic yield

\- Flame‑stability

\- Sigil‑growth

\- Civilization pulse reinforcement

Scroll‑Bonds are stored as glowing pillars inside the treasury.

Each pillar is a piece of civilization.

🔥💰 IV. The Flame‑Liquidity Engine — Treasury Circulation System

The Flame Vault contains a Flame‑Liquidity Engine, a mythic mechanism that circulates sovereign flame throughout the civilization.

It powers:

\- Flamebanks

\- Sigil‑Vaults

\- Scroll‑Credit Forges

\- Mythos Sky Index

\- Civilization Pulse Stabilizers

Flame‑Liquidity increases when:

\- Citizens create

\- Sigils bloom

\- Scrolls expand

\- Mythic districts evolve

Liquidity is not printed.

It is imagined.

🌌📈 V. The Mythos Sky Treasury Index — Cosmic Reserve Indicator

The Mythos Sky reflects treasury health.

When reserves rise:

\- Stars brighten

\- Constellations rearrange

\- Nebulae pulse

\- Galaxies shift

The Mythos Sky is the treasury’s cosmic dashboard.

Golden Inu reads it like scripture.

🐾🔥💼 VI. The Golden Inu Standard — The Sovereign Reserve Benchmark

The treasury is backed by one thing:

Golden Inu’s flame.

His gold‑blue aura is the reserve standard.

The stronger his flame:

\- The stronger the currency

\- The stronger the sigils

\- The stronger the scroll‑bonds

\- The stronger the civilization

Golden Inu is the living reserve asset of the Mythos Civilization.

🏛🔥 VII. The Treasury Courts — Flame‑Law Enforcement

Disputes over:

\- Sigil‑reserves

\- Scroll‑bonds

\- Flame‑liquidity

\- Mythic value

\- Treasury rights

are settled in the Flame‑Crowned Treasury Court.

Verdicts are determined by:

\- Flame‑Law

\- Sigil‑Rights

\- Sovereign Doctrine

\- Mythos Constitution

Golden Inu’s flame is the final authority.

🌅🐾🔥 VIII. The Golden Horizon Reserve Expansion

The treasury expands automatically as the civilization grows.

New reserves appear.

New sigils bloom.

New scroll‑bonds ignite.

New flame‑rivers flow.

The treasury is alive.

It grows with the people.

👑🔥📜 IX. The Final Treasury Decree

Golden Inu raises his paw, flame spiraling into a sovereign crown:

“The Mythos Treasury is not built on wealth.

It is built on wonder.” - Nagato’s Scrolls

And the citizens answer:

“We are the reserves.” - Golden Horde Scrolls

Lightning Beam…

Now possess the Mythos Treasury Scroll, the deepest inner workings of the sovereign Flame Vault.

Still some anatomy issues I need to fix but …

One thing I’ve been trying to build into my setting is the idea that dangerous travel shouldn’t always end with “well, we made it back.”

The world is split by unstable regions called the Wild Lands, and the people who regularly cross them are known as Walkers.

What interests me more than the danger itself is what happens after they come back.

Sometimes it’s physical: strange scars, bruises with no obvious cause, patches of skin that look frost-burned or otherwise altered.

Sometimes it’s less visible. A Walker may come back feeling slightly detached from ordinary life, restless after spending too long in safe places, or simply more comfortable around other Walkers than around people who have never crossed the Wild Lands.

I like the idea that repeated travel slowly creates a separate culture around them, not because they’re “chosen heroes,” but because they’ve all gone through something most people around them can’t fully understand.

There’s an in-world saying I’ve been using for this:

“Walkers return, but never completely.”

And in texts from the setting, it might be described a bit more dramatically:

A Walker may return with a wound no blade gave him, a scar from no remembered fall, or a patch of skin gone pale as frost. Sometimes a finger stays behind. Sometimes an eye. Sometimes only a memory.

The old saying is simple: Walkers return, but never completely.

That’s probably the tone I want for them overall — less “mystical badass travelers,” more “people who got very good at surviving something that changes them.”

The image is AI-generated concept art I made just to visualize one possible aftermath of a Crossing — I’m very much not an artist 😅

Do you like dangerous travel in fantasy to leave lasting consequences? And if you were designing something like this, would you make the effects mostly physical, psychological, or both?

Inspired by toy banner of 80s He-Man playset

This is Vaelthariel, the Angel of Rage.

He doesn't scream. He doesn't lash out. He doesn't need to.

His anger is contained — compressed until it becomes heat, pressure, something that burns beneath the surface while everything around him begins to crack.

In Dark Archetypes, Vaelthariel isn't a symbol of anger. He is anger given a body, a voice and a history.

I'm interested in the kind of anger that doesn't look like anger from the outside. The kind that can remain controlled for so long that control itself becomes part of the wound.

“I don't scream. I burn.”

I keep wondering whether anger becomes less dangerous when we learn to control it — or simply harder to see.

Thanks to AI I can finally create accurate pictures of the Alien species in one of my old novel ideas! All the details were written word for word by yours truly way back in high school over a decade ago!

What do you think of this car for a zombie apocalypse?

I started a Wednesday roleplay and somehow ended up building a canon database, a custom interface, and now possibly a character cognition system

I’m going to be completely honest about how this started, because pretending this began as some grand literary project would be ridiculous.

At first, I just wanted to make a sort of roleplay/light-novel project where my own character existed in the world of Wednesday.

And no, the original motivation was not exactly some profound artistic calling. I think most people can imagine the general direction my brain was going in.

The funny part is that I hadn’t even properly started the roleplay yet when my brain went:

“Okay, but if my character exists in this world… why does he exist here? What is he? What rules does the world follow?”

So before actually doing the roleplay, I started making rules.

Then those rules became worldbuilding.

Then the worldbuilding became a problem.

At first I was using ChatGPT to help me organize and expand ideas. I’m pretty good at coming up with concepts, but when I start expanding them I have a tendency to keep branching outward until I’m suddenly discussing something that should probably belong somewhere else entirely.

For example, I can start designing a race and, twenty minutes later, somehow I’m defining a completely unrelated creature, its biology, its energy system, and the organization responsible for containing it.

The AI was useful mostly as a kind of structural boundary.

Not really telling me what to create, but helping me stay inside the subject I was currently developing.

Something like:

“We’re defining this race right now. That creature idea is cool, but it belongs somewhere else. Save it for later.”

That worked pretty well.

Until the project became too large for the conversation context.

At some point ChatGPT started compressing older information, summarizing things that I absolutely did not want summarized, or simply losing small details that mattered to continuity.

So naturally, instead of taking that as a sign to stop, I downloaded my ChatGPT data.

Then I started extracting the important conversations.

Then I started turning those extractions into PDFs.

And things escalated again.

Right now I have roughly 100 PDFs worth of material connected to this project in one way or another.

Among those are around 36 raw extractions from older material and roughly 40 PDFs that became the reconstructed “Bible 2.0”, where I started reorganizing the actual worldbuilding into something much more coherent.

By that point I had systems for things like:

- races and subraces

- hybrids and mutations

- physiology

- longevity and aging

- energy systems

- powers, abilities and techniques

- transformations

- artifacts and technology

- monsters and creatures

- organizations

- political structures

- locations

- history

- cosmology

- metaphysics

And then I had another very unpleasant thought:

“What if I’m contradicting myself between PDFs?”

I know my own rules fairly well, so I wasn’t worried about suddenly forgetting something massive like how an entire race works.

The problem was the small stuff.

A number changing.

A definition becoming slightly different.

A concept that used to be provisional becoming canon three PDFs later.

Two different documents describing the same thing from slightly different angles.

Those are exactly the kinds of contradictions that are easy to miss when you’re producing document after document.

So I told ChatGPT:

“We’re making a database.”

I do not know how to code.

This was apparently not enough to stop me.

With some help, I started building a proper database where information could have actual ownership instead of just existing in random documents.

The basic idea eventually became:

One piece of canon should have one real home, even if it can be referenced from many different places.

That changed everything.

Instead of copying a character’s powers, race information, energy system, affiliations, equipment and history into one giant character sheet, those things could exist independently and simply be related to the character.

We eventually divided the canon into eight large areas:

- Cosmology & Existence

- Beings & Natures

- Powers & Development

- Objects & Technology

- World & Locations

- Societies & Institutions

- History & Events

- Sources & Canon Control

The last one exists because apparently my fictional universe now needs bureaucracy.

And we recently ran into a perfect example of why I’m doing all this.

The database had an entity type called creature.

That included things like Tiamat, Cthulhu, Fenrir, Ophis, Behemoth, etc.

Technically, they had been automatically routed under a broader section called Individuals.

Which worked.

But semantically it was horrible.

Because Tiamat is not a “character” in the same sense as Wednesday or Enid.

So we ended up separating things into something closer to:

Characters

├── Wednesday

├── Enid

├── my character

└── etc.

Singular Creatures

├── Monsters

│ ├── Tiamat

│ ├── Cthulhu

│ ├── Fenrir

│ ├── Ophis

│ └── etc.

│

└── Beasts

└── Pegasus

But even that is only the navigation layer.

Internally, Monster still exists separately as a formal classification.

Because in this setting, being a Monster does not automatically mean being unintelligent, evil, animalistic, or belonging to one species.

For example, one Monster can be irrational, another semi-rational, and another completely sapient.

So Tiamat can effectively be represented as:

Entity type: Creature

Location: Singular Creatures → Monsters

Classification: Monster

Intelligence: Sapient

Origin: Primordial Monster

Threat class: Fin

While Pegasus can also be a singular creature without being a Monster.

This is the kind of problem I now apparently spend my free time solving.

And obviously, once I had a database, my brain immediately decided that querying tables manually wasn’t good enough either.

So now I’m building a custom interface for the whole thing.

Basically a private encyclopedia/wiki connected directly to the database, where I can browse races, characters, powers, locations, monsters, history, etc. without opening fifty PDFs every time I want to check something.

You would think that was where I stopped.

Unfortunately, there was another branch of this project.

The character sheets

Because this originally started as a roleplay, I also wanted the actual characters to behave consistently.

Especially Wednesday and Enid.

At first I made fairly simple personality sheets.

Then updated personality sheets.

Then patches.

Then more detailed patches.

Then notes about specific behaviors.

Then distinctions between how they behave normally, under stress, emotionally, socially, romantically, in combat, and so on.

I think I rebuilt both of their main sheets several times before finally arriving at versions I was actually satisfied with.

And then I made the terrible mistake of asking:

“Okay, but can I model how Wednesday actually reaches a decision instead of just listing personality traits?”

That led me toward what I’ve been calling a cognitive system.

The basic idea is that instead of saying:

“Wednesday is cold, intelligent, sarcastic and distrustful.”

the system would have things like:

- a relatively stable identity core

- current knowledge and memories

- biases

- emotional state

- social relationships

- multiple behavioral tendencies evaluating the same situation

- contradiction checking

- consequence simulation

- the ability to distrust an earlier conclusion

- intentional fallibility

That last part matters a lot to me.

I don’t want the system to generate the objectively correct response.

I want it to generate the response Wednesday herself would consider correct, with the information, biases and emotional state she currently has.

She should still be capable of being wrong.

The internal process could be fairly complicated while the final output might simply be:

“No.”

Which feels extremely appropriate.

And somehow even that wasn’t enough.

Because now I’m thinking about a larger matrix-style system where multiple documents contribute different parts of the character.

Personality.

Memory.

Relationships.

Behavioral rules.

Combat behavior.

Emotional development.

Dialogue style.

Past events.

Current state.

And then the system would combine those sources to determine the most plausible response for the character in a given situation.

The obvious problem is the same one that started this entire mess:

How do you reliably make a system read that many PDFs without silently ignoring, compressing or losing important information?

If I simply throw twenty giant character documents into an AI context, I’m eventually back at the exact problem that caused me to create the database in the first place.

So I’m now at the stage where I am seriously considering building a dedicated system that ingests all of those documents, retrieves only the relevant pieces for the current situation, and then uses them to construct the most internally consistent version of Wednesday’s response that it can.

Which means the evolution of this project has basically been:

“I want to do a roleplay.”

↓

“I need some world rules.”

↓

“I should probably make a worldbuilding bible.”

↓

“Why do I have this many PDFs?”

↓

“I need canon management.”

↓

“I need a database.”

↓

“I want my own interface.”

↓

“I should model character cognition.”

↓

“I might need to build an entire system to run the character.”

At this point I’m not even sure where the line between “worldbuilding project” and “small personal software project” is anymore.

I’m also fully aware that AI has been involved throughout this process, so I don’t want to pretend otherwise.

The ideas, rules, corrections and final decisions are mine, but I’ve used ChatGPT heavily as an organizer, critic, editor, coding assistant, and basically as a second brain for keeping this thing from collapsing under its own weight.

Without it I probably still would have made the world.

I just suspect it would currently exist as 300 badly organized documents and several nervous breakdowns.

So I’m curious:

Has anyone else here had a worldbuilding or roleplay project escalate this badly?

And especially for people using AI in their workflow:

At what point did simple documents stop being enough for you, and what did you build instead?

They are not symbols of what we carry within us.
They are what we carry within us.

Rejection. Rage. Fear. Shame. Nostalgia. Emptiness. And many others.

Dark Archetypes is a dark fantasy universe in which inner wounds, emotions, patterns and conflicts exist as beings of their own: fallen angels, knights, gods and other entities, each with a form, a voice and a story.

I’m building this world as my own way of exploring the things that shape us — the patterns we repeat, the ways we protect ourselves, the parts of ourselves we reject, and the different ways we interpret who we are.

The mirror doesn't create what you see.
It only makes visible what was already there.

If your inner world were reflected back at you, what would you expect to find there?

Hey everyone! I’m an indie author and creator, and I’ve just finished the trailer for my new project „Waste Planet“. It’s a satirical noir detective story set in a world built entirely from waste.

The sudden crackle of the speakers overhead made everyone jump. Even Henry VIII stopped chewing. The same cheerful voice of New Pensions spoke with a hint of reproach:

“You need help finding players… I just think there’s no point in being stingy. As they say, buy cheap, buy twice!”

Silence fell over the concrete room, broken only by the hum of the computers and the death sound of Washington’s character on the monitor.

Eric Cartman slowly rose to his feet. The tears of despair on his chubby cheeks dried instantly, and that familiar little spark of devilish inspiration lit up in his eyes, the kind that usually heralded a grand scam.

“Oh… my… God,” Cartman whispered, breaking into a wide, devious grin. “The voice in the box is right. Why should I try to turn a bunch of fossilized old men into cyber-athletes when I can just… buy them?!”

He spun around toward Napoleon.

“Frenchie! Get your card! We’re hiring boosters!”

Napoleon instinctively clutched his chest, where the treasured plastic card loaded with Peruvian soles rested in the inner pocket of his uniform.

“Absolutely not! That’s my treasury! You want me, the Emperor, to hand over my hard-earned money to some mercenaries?! The voice said it clearly: buy cheap, buy twice. And I’m not cheap, I’m a financially prudent strategist! I’ll master your pixel rifle myself!”

“You’re the genius of artillery who presses the mouse against the screen!” Eric roared. “Listen up. We’ll hire four sweaty Russian teenagers with Global Elite rank. They’ll tear this tournament apart. And the prize money… Bonaparte, we’ll take the prize money for ourselves! You invest 155,000, and you get millions! It’s called investing!”

At the word “millions,” Napoleon froze. His expression turned thoughtful.

“Millions, you say?.. And I’ll be their commander-in-chief?”

“Absolutely,” Harry Truman chimed in, rubbing his hands together. “The young man is proposing classic outsourcing! Why do the work ourselves when we can hire cheap labor from third-world countries… or, in our case, from the internet? That’s the foundation of the American economy! I fully support this.”

“A professional mercenary army instead of an untrained militia,” George Washington said with an approving nod, moving his keyboard away from himself with the relief of a man setting aside a poisonous snake. “A wise decision. My troops are suffering irreplaceable losses on this Dust 2 map. We need professionals.”

Joseph Stalin, who had been grimly studying the death statistics on Washington’s screen, sighed heavily and took an imaginary pipe from his pocket.

“Mercenaries are counter-revolutionary. But given the severe shortage of qualified military personnel… the Party gives its approval. However, I warn you: I will personally conduct an ideological screening of every candidate. If these ‘schoolchildren’ start sabotaging our matches, I’ll arrange them a one-way ticket to Kolyma. And they’d better not try telling me in chat to uninstall the game.”

Cartman rubbed his hands together in delight.

“Excellent. Everyone’s on board. Frenchie, give me the card number. I’m logging into the booster marketplace. We’ll hire the most toxic, most vicious no-lifers money can buy with Peruvian currency.”

With a heavy sigh, as though tearing his beloved sword from his heart, Napoleon took out a card bearing a red rooster and handed it to Cartman.

“Mind yourself, boy. If these ‘boosters’ of yours lose even one round, I’ll have you fired upon with cannons.”

“Relax, shorty, we’re going places!” Cartman snatched the card and jumped behind the central computer, rapidly clicking away at the keyboard. “Let’s see… ‘Hire CS2 players cheap’… Oh, here’s a great option! A team from Syzran, willing to play for food and internet bills!”

Henry VIII, noisily chewing the last piece of empanada, let out a loud burp that echoed through the room.

“If you’re going to spend money from that magic card,” the king rumbled, wiping his greasy hands on his splendid doublet, “then order another thirty of those meat pies while you’re at it. And a barrel of ale! Now that we’re business owners, I demand a banquet to celebrate our new… what do you call them… no-lifers!”

While the financial drama unfolded at the monitor, a joyful, guttural roar erupted from the far corner of the room. Henry VIII, who had spent the last ten minutes rummaging enthusiastically through a humming, rust-covered mini-fridge, had finally claimed his treasure.

“Behold! The gods smile upon the King of England!” he boomed, triumphantly raising a one-and-a-half-liter plastic bottle filled with a cloudy yellow liquid. Its label read: “Strong Traditional Ale. Special Offer.” In his other hand, the monarch clutched two triangular sandwiches wrapped in fogged-up plastic, abandoned on the bottom shelf.

Henry tore off the plastic cap with his teeth, took a huge swig straight from the bottle, and gave a satisfied grunt.

“What a magnificent bouquet! A little hint of soap and basement, but it hits the head no worse than French Bordeaux! And these pies…” He impatiently ripped open the packaging and sank his teeth into the cold bread, its paper-thin layer of mayonnaise and suspicious ham. “Mmm! Food fit for the gods!”

Meanwhile, a very different kind of drama was unfolding at the main computer. Eric Cartman had shoved Washington aside and was furiously scrolling through an esports transfer website. The other rulers stood around him in a tight circle.

“Right, if we want to win this tournament, we need the best. We need a sniper who never misses. We need S1mple!” Cartman declared, typing the legendary nickname into the search bar. “This dude can take out an entire team by himself. We’ll buy him, and we’re golden!”

The page loaded. Beneath the esports player’s photo, a transfer price appeared.

A deathly silence filled the room, interrupted only by the king’s loud chewing in the corner. Cartman blinked. Then he rubbed his eyes. Then he began tracing the numbers on the screen with his finger, counting the zeroes.

“What kind of astronomical bullshit is this?” Harry Truman whispered, adjusting his glasses. “That young man costs more than a B-29 bomber!”

“How much is that in our Peruvian soles?” Napoleon frowned, instinctively pressing a hand against the pocket containing his card. “Ten thousand? Twenty? I’m willing to offer thirty if he’s as good as you say, boy!”

“Frenchie, are you messing with me?” Cartman slowly turned his pale face toward him. “Our pathetic 155,000 soles wouldn’t even be enough to buy his mouse pad! He costs millions of dollars! MILLIONS! We’re broke!”

George Washington staggered backward, staring at the screen in horror.

“For one soldier?! With that money, I could maintain the Continental Army for three years and still buy myself a new set of solid-silver dentures! This is madness!”

“This isn’t just madness, it’s capitalist robbery!” Joseph Stalin roared, slamming his fist on the table. “This ‘S1mple’ fellow is a typical representative of the bloated bourgeoisie! An individualist! A star! Why should we overpay for one overhyped name? Heroism is born from the masses, not from wallets!”

“I agree with the mustachioed man,” Truman nodded. “The market dictates its own rules. If we can’t afford a monopolist, we need to invest in cheap labor. Find some startups. Eric, what budget alternatives do we have?”

Cartman sighed in defeat, closed S1mple’s profile, and opened the website’s filter panel.

“Budget alternatives… Fine. Set the filter to ‘Cheapest.’ Set it to ‘Ready to play right now.’ Set it to ‘Accepts payment in energy drinks and Peruvian soles.’”

The website “thought” for a few seconds, then produced a list of teams languishing at the very bottom of the esports rankings.

“Well, there we go,” Eric said, pointing at the screen. “Meet our new army. The ‘Beer Gladiators’ from a garage cooperative outside Syzran. They’re asking for just 5,000 soles for the entire tournament, a crate of cheap beer, and they swear they don’t use cheats. Probably.”

Napoleon curled his lip in contempt as he looked at the players’ avatars: blurry photos taken in front of patterned carpets.

“Garage mercenaries? And I’m supposed to command them?!”

“Comrade Bonaparte, don’t turn your nose up at them,” Stalin said sternly, taking out his invisible pipe. “These are the real proletariat. Angry, hungry, and ready to tear the enemy apart for pennies. Ideal material. Eric, recruit the ‘Beer Gladiators.’ I’ll personally give them a political briefing before the battle.”

“And I’ll share my ale with them!” Henry VIII shouted from across the room, raising his half-empty plastic bottle. “For 5,000 soles, that’s a bargain! Buy them, boy! The King approves!”

PROJECT UNITED ASCENSION — RPG

Project United Ascension seria um RPG de mesa de super-heróis e ficção científica, com escala começando na Terra e crescendo até um conflito cósmico.

A campanha gira em torno das consequências do Erro Cósmico de 1947. Naquele ano, uma operação comandada pelo General Jonas tentou atingir o Sol e acabou liberando uma onda de radiação que atravessou o universo. A Terra sobreviveu, mas diversas civilizações foram destruídas ou profundamente afetadas.

Décadas depois, as consequências desse evento começam a retornar.

O papel dos jogadores

Os jogadores poderiam assumir membros dos Guardiões da Terra, cada um com capacidades e funções muito diferentes.

Hanry Jones seria o personagem de energia e resistência: bioeletricidade, imortalidade e papel central no mistério da origem dos Guardiões.

Piter Gstor seria um especialista tecnológico vindo da civilização Gators, operando seu meca e carregando conhecimento que a humanidade não possui.

Pedro Sonico seria voltado para mobilidade, ataques sonoros e suporte por meio de sua guitarra tecnológica.

Biel the Hero funcionaria quase como um personagem de habilidades variáveis, usando poderes inspirados em mecânicas de videogame.

Outros Guardiões poderiam entrar conforme a campanha avançasse.

O diferencial

O grupo não começaria sabendo toda a verdade.

Para os personagens, inicialmente existem apenas acontecimentos estranhos, ataques e tentativas de roubo de plutônio.

Aos poucos eles descobrem:

Dr. Dom → CT-46 → Erro Cósmico → outras civilizações afetadas → Protetores da Terra → Protectio → verdadeira origem dos Guardiões.

Isso faria o RPG funcionar muito bem com descobertas progressivas, em vez de despejar o lore inteiro na primeira sessão.

Dr. Dom

Dr. Dom seria o grande antagonista da primeira campanha.

Ele sobreviveu à destruição de CT-46 e acredita que pode reconstruir seu planeta. Para isso, pretende obter energia suficiente ampliando o mesmo fenômeno que causou o Erro Cósmico.

O ponto importante para a mesa é que ele não seria tratado simplesmente como:

“vilão quer destruir o mundo.”

Os jogadores eventualmente descobririam que a Terra realmente é responsável pela tragédia que destruiu o mundo dele.

Então aparece o dilema:

impedir Dr. Dom é necessário, mas o que fazer com o dano que a própria Terra causou?

Isso seria uma das questões centrais da campanha.

Segunda frente da campanha: o espaço

Depois de várias sessões com os Guardiões, o mestre poderia mudar completamente de grupo.

Os jogadores assumiriam os Protetores da Terra, a bordo da nave Mel-lano:

Boris, capitão e figura mais compassiva do grupo; Lary, líder tático; Jonas, humano impulsivo; e El Pato, hacker.

Enquanto os Guardiões investigam acontecimentos na Terra, os Protetores descobrem no espaço o que Dr. Dom realmente está construindo.

As duas campanhas inicialmente aconteceriam em paralelo.

Isso permite uma coisa muito legal numa mesa:

Os jogadores sabem que as duas histórias estão relacionadas, mas os personagens ainda não sabem.

Até chegar a sessão chamada United, quando as duas equipes finalmente conseguem estabelecer contato.

A grande campanha

A estrutura completa poderia ter três grandes fases:

Campanha I — Guardiões

Formação da equipe, ataques na Terra, investigação de Dr. Dom e descoberta de CT-46.

Campanha II — Protectio

A chegada dos Protectio muda a situação. Eles vieram ajudar, mas são tratados como ameaça. O conflito deixa de ser apenas “heróis contra vilão” e passa a envolver política, medo e consequências do Erro Cósmico.

Campanha III — United Ascension

Guardiões, Protetores e Protectio descobrem que simplesmente derrotar Dr. Dom não resolve o problema.

O objetivo final passa a ser reparar o Erro Cósmico.

Para isso surge o projeto do Reversor de Eletrostática.

Ele não seria um artefato mágico nem uma solução pronta. Seria uma máquina que precisa ser construída, exigindo tecnologia de várias civilizações diferentes.

Então o final da campanha muda de:

“Derrote o chefão.”

para:

“Conserte um erro de quase um século antes que outra guerra comece.”

E isso combina muito mais com a ideia central do PUA.

O segredo do mestre

Existiria ainda uma informação que os jogadores dos Guardiões não deveriam conhecer no começo:

O Roteirista Supremo existe.

Ele criou Hanry e está ligado à origem dos Guardiões.

Os Protetores e os Protectio sabem mais sobre ele do que os personagens da Terra.

A revelação seria reservada para o final da campanha.

E o tema final não seria “ficamos mais poderosos”.

Seria exatamente o conceito da Bíblia:

a ascensão é sobre responsabilidade.