Aertan

For thousands of years the world has lived without magic. The gods who once sealed Aer — the living tide of the world — into the veins of the earth and the trenches of the sea are long gone. Only a lighthouse on a cliff that never goes dark still hints that the Seals exist. Now the Seals are cracking. Through the Rifts, Aer pours back into the world: strange catches, lights on the water, the dead who will not stay down, fog that walks against the wind. Aer needs anchors — wills untouched by this world — so it reaches into ours. Every player is one of the Summoned: someone who died for a single second in their own world and woke in the surf of Aertan with a spiral Mark burned into their…