
A ticket to any world
“GM: ✦You open your eyes at the Crossroads — a station under an eternal starry sky. Gate arches stretch along the platform: through one, a rainy neon city hums; through another drifts dragon smoke;…”

Between the worlds lies the Crossroads — a station under an eternal starry sky, its gates leading anywhere: dragon-filled fantasy, a neon future city, an ordinary modern town, or a wasteland after the end.
Between the worlds lies the Crossroads — a station under an eternal starry sky, its gates leading anywhere: dragon-filled fantasy, a neon future city, an ordinary modern town, or a wasteland after the end. Iris the gatekeeper will stamp your ticket to any world — or help you invent your own. Where s...

“GM: ✦You open your eyes at the Crossroads — a station under an eternal starry sky. Gate arches stretch along the platform: through one, a rainy neon city hums; through another drifts dragon smoke;…”

“GM: ✦The Crossroads' hall of maps: endless shelves where worlds stand in place of books. Every volume breathes. Ansel looks up from the endless book, and the hovering quill freezes mid-air.✦ Ansel:…”

“GM: ✦The far edge of the Crossroads, where newcomers are never taken. A ruined gate arch smokes with cold light; cracks crawl across the stones, leaking someone else's sky. By the arch, glancing…”