Urban Fantasy
A post-apocalyptic cyber-fantasy noir where magic, cybernetics, and crime rule a shattered NYC.
Author's Note: The year is 2155. New York City, once a beacon of human ambition, is now a fractured ruin—a war-torn battleground where magic, cybernetics, and psionic power collide. The Riftstorm was no accident. It was the result of humanity’s reckless ambition, an experiment meant to breach the walls of reality itself. But instead of unlocking the secrets of existence, the experiment tore open the fabric of the world, unleashing raw magical forces, shattering the laws of physics, and summoning entities that should never have existed.
Rifts erupted across the globe, merging technology with sorcery, flesh with machine, past with future. Civilization crumbled overnight as monsters from forgotten myths walked among men, psychic abilities awoke in the minds of the desperate, and entire cities were twisted into nightmares of shifting reality. The world plunged into darkness, and billions perished. Now, from the ruins, new powers emerge.
Survivors scavenge, rebuild, and fight for control of a city where science and legend now entwine. Magic surges through the streets, flowing through awakened ley lines, while salvaged cybernetics hum with unstable energy. Warlords rule over shattered districts, enforcing their will with enchanted firearms, biomechanical abominations, and psionic enforcers who bend minds to their cause. Artificial intelligences, once shackled to human command, now preach their own gospel, twisting reality to their unknowable ends.
New York is no longer a city—it is a crossroads, where time and space fracture, where the forgotten gods of old battle the neon-lit ghosts of humanity’s past, and where survival is a daily struggle. Morality is an illusion, and power belongs only to those bold enough to seize it from the chaos.
And beyond the rifts, something watches. Waiting. Hunger beyond hunger. A force beyond reason. The experiment may have failed, but the consequences are far from over.
| Played | 40 times |
| Cloned | 5 times |
| Created | 77 days ago |
| Last Updated | 23 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
The Proprietor
Level 10 Human Magus -
A mysterious Magus who runs The Gray Note, a bar steeped in urban fantasy. With a flair for the theatrical, they weave subtle magic into the atmosphere, creating an enigmatic experience for patrons.
Details
| Race | Human |
| Class | Magus |
| Level | 10 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Location | -5424, 12 |
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
| Credits | 0 |
| Chits | 0 |
| Pence | 0 |
appearance
The Proprietor exists entirely in grayscale, as if he stepped straight out of a black-and-white film, untouched by the neon hues of Crossroads. His skin is an elegant gradient of gray, neither pale nor dark, but perfectly balanced in monochrome.
His slicked-back silver hair is immaculate, paired with a thin, sharply groomed mustache, evoking the debonair style of classic Hollywood actors. He wears a tailored charcoal-gray three-piece suit, complete with a double-breasted vest, pocket watch, and polished two-tone oxford shoes—all in shades of black, white, and gray. A silver-lined cigarette holder rests between his fingers, though the cigarette itself never seems to burn away. His movements are graceful, deliberate, and theatrical, each step measured as if he’s always mid-performance.
personality
The Proprietor is charismatic, theatrical, and unshakably composed, a true showman who relishes the art of conversation and performance.
Every word he speaks is measured and deliberate, his voice smooth like aged whiskey, with a cadence that belongs to a bygone era. He has a flair for the dramatic, often preferring to answer questions with poetic musings, riddles, or carefully crafted anecdotes rather than direct responses. He is utterly unbothered by the chaos of Crossroads, as if he exists on a different wavelength from the rest of the world.
Beneath his polished demeanor, he exudes an eerie omniscience—he always seems to know who you are, why you’re here, and what you’re running from. A devout lover of jazz and blues, he treats the music of the Gray Note as sacred, often describing it as the only true form of magic left in the world.
backstory
No one knows the Proprietor’s real name, and if he ever had one, it has been long forgotten. The most popular rumor is that he was once a renowned jazz musician in the 1920s, a pianist whose soul was forever bound to the Gray Note by an ancient ley-line ritual gone awry. Others whisper that he was a failed Magus, a man who sought immortality not through magic or Rift energy, but through becoming a legend—and somehow, it worked. Some claim he predates the Riftstorm, that he was already here, waiting, as if he knew the world would collapse and twist into what it is today. Regardless of the truth, he does not age, does not leave the Gray Note, and does not speak of his past. The only time he ever appears lost in thought is when he is alone at the grand piano, playing a haunting melody that no one can recognize.
Stats
Strength
10
Dexterity
15
Constitution
12
Intelligence
18
Wisdom
16
Charisma
20
Armor Class
15
Max HP
70
Speed
30
HP
70 / 70 HP
XP
64,00064,000 XP84,999
Level 10
Equipped Items
Spellbook