Demons can tell you a lot of things, and some of them are even true, but the one thing of which they will not speak is what comes after. It is forbidden. What could a demon fear? What could threaten something made of single-minded obsession? The opposite, of course. The antimatter to their matter.  The Cruel Ones Wherever the dead go, they must eventually pass on. If not, every living person would be possessed innumerable times over, leaving the Invisible Clergy and thus the cosmos in a state of complete stasis. There is something made to annihilate souls, a drain at the end of this gutter; for the sake of naming the nameless, let’s call this force Ha-Satan . Demons trapped on the other side are slowly disintegrated by Ha-Satan , losing points from their Urge and general memories of who they actually were. This is why they are so desperate to get out, and part of why they're such compulsive liars- they don't remember . When one gets away for an extended period of time, joyridin...

 The thrill-seeking gambling addict wizards of Level Die  get a missive: To the sorcerers of Level Die A challenge: Come to Caesars Atlantic City and I will kill you. I have a spectacular Roman cage cup dating approximately 100 years before the fall of the Republic. Its value is incalculable. Since I only charge using vessels I make myself, you are welcome to it. Come to the Toga Bar. I will be waiting there to take your skulls. If you survive the goblet is yours. -Your buddy, Three Bear The danger is self-evident. And for the Entropomancers of  Level Die , so is the appeal: Tarma , the racer, is fixated on the thrill of the near-miss, the feeling of death rushing past you. Played by me. Caroline , the robber, wants to rob dangerous people and get away with it. Played by Magnificentophat . Klayman , the gambler, is there to do exactly what you think he's there to do. Played by Lithobraker. Vanessa , the brawler, just likes a good fight and expects nothing less from the sk...

Piscomancy  Or Ichthyurgy  AKA Ahabs, Aquamen, Casters, Ickies  Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he'll eat forever. You fish because you are master of a domain which is not your own; by deceit and pain, you admire the beauty of another world. Fish to eat, and you're no better than the fish. Just another mouth with a tail going for the lure, not knowing the difference between the real thing and the simulacrum even when the hook pierces its lip. Make a man a fish, and you'll catch him any day. There's no telling how old this school is, but it's never quite had the strength behind it to match its cousin, Agrimancy. Nobody ever ruined their life sport fishing. When it comes to altering the environment, commercial fishing wins every time, but there's nothing personal or magickal about hauling up a thousand cod in a net that could swallow a house. Regardless, some Casters see an opportunity to reach greater heights (or depths,) ...

1995. In the Battlefield Mall, a war is brewing. Two karate dojos, alike in indignity, battle to see who is truly  worthy to call themselves the inheritors of Juan Matus Castaña , himself an inheritor to the mysterious and possibly fictional Chung Fu , Master of the Ten Thousand Year Egg Posture. Any similarity to actual malls, living or dead, is not coincidental.  Our heroes are the OPEN CHAKRA FIGHTING SOCIETY , consisting of: Me as  Hannibal Rex , who runs the dojo. A fifty-something ex-con with a buzz cut, a rhinestone jacket (OPEN CHAKRA) emblazened on the shoulders, and a big scar on his neck from where a guy tried to shank him.  He knows karate, voodoo too . Magnificentophat  as Nathan Churchland , a muscular young lad with a fondness for karate and low-rent Japanese women's professional wrestling promotions. Learned the art of Culteurgy from a wrestling videotape, going above and beyond nature in the pursuit of strength. Unfailingly kind. Mellonbread ...