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WHEN HEROES WALK AGAIN
Pathfinder 2e | LFG
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Game System: PF2e
Campaign Type: Homebrew (long-term)
Player Count Needed: 4
Experience Level: Open for all! (new player and veteran player friendly).
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Timezone: Central Standard Time (CST).
Session Day & Time: Monday, <t:1761955200:t> to <t:1761969600:t> (time is flexible).
Session Frequency: Weekly
(This campaign will not begin until mid November at the earliest, giving players plenty of time to work on characters, ask questions or learn the system!)
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Mood/Genre: Mix of dark and high fantasy, tension and change with core elements of levity and hope.
Content Level: Mature, 18+
Preferred Style: Balanced, mix of both RP and combat with exploration sprinkled in (40/40/20).
Story Themes/Story Introduction:
Long ago when the Black March swallowed kingdoms and drowned the age of prosperity, there were those who held the line. Those who were unprepared but willing to sacrifice everything in the name of The Expanse, in the name of the multiverse that shook at an old Gods wrath. And sacrifice they did. Through trial, blood and pain they succeeded but gravely fell to the weight of the war. But even so, the title of hero were placed on them all. Their names carried weight heavier than crowns. People cheered and cried in both celebration and in mourn. Their deeds were carved into stone, sung in halls, whispered in prayer.
Yet even with such admiration, time as it always does, has worn away much of that memory... Yet not all.
And now, news spreads like wildfire across the realm: They have returned.
Not as ghosts, nor as fairy tales in a story, but in living flesh. New faces. New bodies. New lives that remember only fragments, yet bear the unmistakable marks of the heroes they once were. Priests call it divine will. Scholars call it impossibility. But those who have seen it know one thing; the age of heroic legends stir again.
So the Festival of Remembrance has begun.
Lanterns sway above cobbled streets, spilling gold light onto laughing faces. The scent of spiced wine and rain-soaked stone drifts through the air. Banners ripple from old walls, and music rises like a heartbeat through the crowd. Pilgrims, wanderers, and nobles alike gather to witness the reborn legends; to see history made flesh once more.
Yet even in the light of celebration, unease spreads. Some whisper that if the heroes have returned, so too must the shadows they once fought.
You are among the gathered.
Perhaps you came to pay tribute? Perhaps you seek proof? Or for something you cannot yet name just yet.
One thing is certain; answers will be had. Legend has bored its face once more, and you shall take advantage of it.
No matter your reason, the world holds its breath.
The heroes stand before the people, blessings and burdens in reincarnated form. Their return marks something important and among the crowd, whether you know it or not, your choices will shape what follows next.
For when legends rise, the world does not stay quiet.
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