The Last
True Mage
The jailer is dead. The prison is still locked. The laws still work. That is the problem.
Nathaniel Verone
The Last True Mage. Occult drifter, enforcer, Keeper of the Accords. Allegedly the last of his line. One eye is blue, one is white. Not impressed.
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Nathaniel Verone
The Last True Mage. Occult drifter, enforcer, Keeper of the Accords. Allegedly the last of his line. One eye is blue, one is white. Not impressed.
The Accords
Border law for the prison-world: who crosses, what it costs, who may contact humans, which gates stay sealed. Still in force.
The Happy Face Monster
A corporate egregore wearing a mascot as flesh, with a yellow Happy Mart smiley for a head and razor teeth under the grin. Threat level Omega.
The Between
Roads, thresholds, dream corridors, missing time, wrong exits: the jurisdiction of how things move. Lit from the wrong angle.
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Persons of Interest
Dossiers on the people who walk the case, starting with Nathaniel Verone, the Last True Mage, and Jon Smiles, his human anchor.
The World
How the prison-world is built, and what its laws will and won't let you do. Magick, the Shift, the Demiurge, and the rules of any crossing.
Places
Where the case happens: a town and its underside, a bar, the roadside franchises, a pocket city, and a station broadcasting from the gaps.
Powers and Entities
Who and what keeps house in the seams: administrators, city spirits, belief given a body. Archons, Paramentals, servitors and one corporate mascot.
Instruments and Relics
The tools, marks and relics that do the work here, and the opinions some of them hold about it. Verone's chest mark is filed here.
Case Files
Incident records: how a job finds Verone, and the case at Stillwell, where all five jurisdictions touch in a dead hospital's chapel.
Post-Mortem Reports
One report per dead universe: what it was, how it went, and who the station kept. A Berlin, a river town, a porch, a card that says BORT.
The Section
The world in cross-section, floor by floor. The Between runs through all of it.
It has not opened yet.
A Thursday letter from the Codex is planned. The first one has not gone out. Leave an address and it comes to you.