DM: @foggy zealot
System: Custom (NOT 5E)
Date/Time: Session 0: <t:1744477200:F>
Available Spots: 4
Preferred Player Experience: All players are welcomed, new players preferred.
Preferred Player Age: 18+
Description: (Disclaimer/TW: It might not appear as obvious but they players will be playing as tenno, and this will take place slightly after the events told in the summary, session 0 will be the players playing out what happened to lead to where they are now. Lastly, this campaign has topics that can be triggers or disturbing , to learn more you may ask me in dms)
#Warframe: Origins
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"Before the fall, before the betrayal...there was only origin."
In a fractured universe diverging from the known timeline, the children of the void—the Tenno—never returned aboard the Zariman Ten Zero. Instead, they crash-landed on a primal Earth, their memories fractured, their powers dormant. It was not the Orokin who found them, but a rising Earth-bound faction: New Loka, a communistic society that revered purity, unity, and the harmony of natural life.
New Loka took the Tenno in, seeing them as divine children, messengers from the stars. In time, Earth was reshaped under their shared guidance. Nature thrived, cities crumbled, and tradition gave way to a new world order. But peace was never destined to last. Tensions grew. New Loka sought control and order. The Tenno valued freedom and balance. Their ideologies clashed, and all that remains are remnants of a divide yet to come.
Far beyond Earth, the Orokin Empire remained oblivious to the Tenno's fate. Desperate to communicate with the mysterious Void Angels, the Orokin created Warframes—biomechanical vessels meant to house these spectral entities. At first, the Void Angels complied… but only to infiltrate, to draw closer to the ones they truly sought: the Tenno.
Then came the meteorite, a blazing omen crashing into Earth. Within it was something ancient, yet new: the first true Warframe, Excalibur. Neither machine nor man, it resonated with the Tenno in ways no one could explain. It was a gift... or a warning.
Now, as tensions rise between New Loka and the Tenno, and as the Orokin unknowingly invite their doom, a new age dawns. Orokin slaves prepare for a war agaisnt their masters and the tenno prepare for a war agaisnt all, a race for control over the void’s secrets.
This is the story before the Old War. Before betrayal.
Before corruption.
This is the Origin.
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