Just a Complex Little Crow

Your favorite food would have been a fish found only in the waters off the coast of a small island in the Mediterranean at the height of the Roman Empire.

Your favorite food would have been a steak grilled over a campfire by a cowboy driving his herds to Kansas. Sally was his favorite heifer—gentle as a lamb until she broke her leg. The cowboy wished the world could be a gentler place.

Your favorite food would have been a recipe made by a poor man in Indonesia who dreamed of opening a restaurant but had to work in a factory for slave wages.

Your favorite food would have been a cheese handmade by an old woman in the Andes Mountains. She never had children—nobody to pass her recipe on to.

Your favorite food would be a burger made in a diner in a small Midwestern town you will never visit.

Your favorite food would be a cross-species of a cross-species of a genetically modified vegetable made by a biology grad student two-hundred years from now.

Your favorite food would be a spice ground from the dried remains of a species of algae that can only be found in the oceans of an exo-planet millions of light years away.

A mysterious event transformed all living creatures in The City ™ into Doppelgangers. Some people have embraced the change, transforming freely into the form that best suits them; others have shirked it, only using their newfound powers to change into their original form. Animals became feral doppelgangers that haunt the sewers and the slums.

The City government is desperately trying to maintain a system of bureaucracy not equipped for a city of shapeshifters. The church went from hunting monsters like this to an organization run by them. Everyone wants answers, but not everyone wants to fix this. Rebellious teenagers. Thieves' Guilds. Evil Cults. There are groups, good and evil, who have very good reasons to want to establish a new city atop the ruins of the old.

Enter the party.