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Pantheon - a Game of Ascension

System: Systemløst
Genre: Action, Drama, Efterforskning, Fantasy
Deltagere: 1 GM, 5 spillere

Af

✏️Magnus Hegaard Hansen

Foromtale

"Dram, drik, dyk, drukken."
Jeg skriver disse ord i blod, for mit blod vil aldrig forråde mig.
Jeg vidste det. Jeg har altid vidst det. Vores familie har siden vores oprindelse ledt efter kræfter ud over de vi dødelige besidder. Og jeg har fundet dem.
Det var altid i vores besiddelse. Archibald - I kender ham alle. Selv om han for længst er død, vil den bog han efterlod os vise jer vejen til sandheden. Det er sandt. Det hele er sandt.
Du må ikke hade mig min søn, for jeg gjorde det hele for de rigtige grunde.
- Regdar

Phyllis stod lænet over bordet, hans hænder presset mod den hårde, skindende overflade. Den lange røde frakke smøg sig om hans slanke figur. Det havde været tre år siden sidst. Men nu var et møde blevet kaldt, og således stod han her nu. Det mørke rum var kun oplyst af stearinlys, og figurerne omkring boret kastede lange skygger bag sig. Deres ansigter, nogle mere venlige end andre, fangede dets varme lys.
Han så hans bror Leivell, med hans vel-trimedde skæg og smaragd-grønne øjne, der sendte ham et blik så skarpt at Phyllis frygtede det var ment til at skade ham.
Ved hans side sad hans kone Mistrall, i lige så nøje udvalgte sorte klæder, hendes ansigt så blegt og magert, hendes øjne så mørke, at man kunne tage hende for en ond ånd i det lavt-belyste rum.
Overfor dem sad Aldyn, hans ældste søn, smilende og nikkende. Han lignede sin far: Høje kindben, busket brunt hår, og to små smaragdgrønne øjne der stak ud under det lange pandehår - familiens definerende træk.
Ved siden af ham sad Gardora, Phyllis datter, fattet og afventende, med langt blødt brunt hår ned på begge sider af hendes bløde ansigt. Hun var klædt i en rød kjole det matchede hendes fars nuancer.
Direkte overfor ham sad blot en enkel stol, tom. Han lod hans blik hvile på den et øjeblik. Nu var det ikke tid til tårer. De havde tabt så meget. Men nu, var der så meget at vinde. 'Lad mødet begynde'

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Du har drømt drømmen: Verden for dine fødder. Nu er der ingen vej tilbage.
'Pantheon' er et fantasy-familie-drama der fortæller den episke historie om en familie der søger at blive guder.
Historien vil give dig magten til at ændre verden, såvel som historiens retning.
Den vil så forræderi, høste drama, og se små familiestridigheder forvandle sig til verdens-truende konflikt.
Hvis du vil have frie tøjler and muligheden til at gøre hvad der passer dig, udleve din drøm om at herske over en verden, er dette spillet for dig.

Velkommen til Pantheon - a game of ascension!

"Dram. Draft. Drench. Drown"
I write these words in blood, for blood will never betray me.
I knew. I always did. Our family have, since our dawn, been looking for a power beyond that of mortal men. And I found it.
It was with us all along. Archibald - you all know him, though long gone, his tome will make you see. I suspect it was he who discovered it. It is true. It is all true.
Do not hate me, my son, for I did it all for the right reasons.
- Regdar

Phyllis stood, leaning over the table, his hands pressed against its hard, polished surface, a long red coat draping his slender figure. It had been three years since last. But now a family meeting had been called, and so, here he stood. The candle-lit room were dark around him, the figures around the table casting long shadows behind them, their faces catching the candle-light, some looking more friendly than others.
He saw the well-kept scruff and emerald green gaze of his brother, Leivell, looking so sharp he thought it might meant to cut him. Seated beside him, in equally mournful, yet appropriately stylish blacks, was his wife Mistrall, her pale gaunt face and dark eyes looking at Phyllis like an evil spirit in the low-lit room.
Opposite from them sat Aldyn, his oldest son, nodding with a smile. He had Phyllis' handsome features: High cheekbones, a good head of bushy brown hair, and a pair of emerald green eyes poking out beneath - the family traits.
Besides him sat Gardora, Phyllis' daughter, composed and expectant, her long silky hair framing her soft face. She was wearing a dress of red, mimicking the colour-scheme of her father's clothes.
On the side directly across from him, sat a single chair, empty. His eyes lingered for a moment.
But now were not the time for tears. So much had been lost. But now, so much was to be gained.

'Let the meeting begin'

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You have dreamt the dream. The world at your feet. Now, there is no way back.
'Pantheon' is a fantasy family drama telling the epic story of a family who seek out to become gods.
The story will give you the power to change the world, as well as the story.
It will seed betrayal, spark drama, and see small family matters turn into world-shattering conflict.
If you want free reign and power to do as you wish, live out your dreams as ruler of a world, this is the game for you.

Welcome to Pantheon - a game of ascension!

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ESFROAG (2019)


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