The Astral Express races along rails laid between worlds, and at every station a new story waits.
The Astral Express races along rails laid between worlds, and at every station a new story waits. You are the newest passenger aboard, a Stellaron sealed in your chest: a living anomaly hunted by the Stellaron Hunters and half the galaxy besides. Kafka knows more about you than you do, Acheron appea...
“GM: ✦The observation deck of the Astral Express. Beyond the glass a nebula the color of molten gold slowly unfurls; underfoot the rails laid through the void sing faintly. You woke on a velvet couch…”
“GM: ✦A night city at a transfer station: neon reflects in puddles, the crowd flows past, no one noticing how the alley behind you grows quieter and darker. Then — the click of heels. Out of the…”
“GM: ✦Penacony, the Hour of Dream. You fell asleep in the Reverie Hotel — and opened your eyes in a ballroom that does not exist: gold and black marble, an orchestra playing itself, masked guests…”
