What will your journey be?

Throughout all your adventures you thought you have seen it all. But nothing prepared you for this. You and a few others in your group have stumbled across a ancient tomb. But this tomb is different from other tombs you have explored the doors open before you, you require no key or spoken word to open them, only your touch, only you and your few friends that are your kinsmen can do this. You and your fellow kinsmen make your way to the central chamber. There you find a small orb. Once you touch it the orb springs to life and talks in a foreign yet families tone. He talks about this gladness that one of the adrani had survived. You question it and find out that you and your kinsmen are decedents of the ancient race of adrani and that this was the tomb of your people, and it contains many treasures and technologies needed to continues your lineage’s mission and legacy. The orb is quiet adamant in continuing the mission and is not going to take no as an answer.

The world is changing, wizards in their studied halls and dusty scrolls whisper of a growing power, multiple fluxes in magical energy. The nobles of this land scheme in their castles, seeking to gain inside and outside of their domain, ignorant of the coming change. The magical powers, that manifest themselves, will sweep throughout the world leaving only the worthiest of all to stand within it. And that is where you come in, you and your companions have all been brought together, representations of various factions, nations and peoples. You all seek to beseech the powers at hand to spare you, and the groups you each represent. Bound by fate, you are charged with proving yourselves as paragons of virtue, power, and merit, hoping to stand, with those you represent, in the new world.

A city of steam needs workers to run it, and the workers need fuels to run themselves. A mysterious potato shortage is causing a crisis. The workers grow hungry and desperate. The upperclass is divided between piety and selfishness, and forces work in the background with groups seeking power, revolution, or both. You, however, are caught in the middle of these faction. The city begins collapse as a multiple hungers drive people to violence and chaos.

The world as you have known it will change and you are standing at the edge. It was a simple escort job. Guard some kooky inventor as he traveled from point A to point B. But mix in a former mongol guide with a grudge, a foreign emissary from the east seeking to reclaim his countries secret, hungover ninjas trying to collect a bounty, and a mysterious black powder and you got one hell of a undertaking. The age of gunpowder has arrived and if your not careful it might just go up in smoke. 

The town is nearly empty, you and your group of mercenaries are helping people pack as quickly as possible. The growing silence is only broken by the cries of children. Their world is too simple to be tossed on its head like this. Mothers comfort them, telling them not to be afraid, but their eyes betray this sentiment. The ever approaching horde of zombies, raise by necromantic magic, is the cause of all of this. Towns and cities have already bee raised by this slow and relentless terror. You all are fleeing the inevitable, in the hopes that you can somehow stop this horror. 

The choice is your, a mystery awaits.