Aberynthe

 Aberynthe – 10 years ago a young group of psychics were fighting a losing battle against Elder Ones pressing into this world. These alien, extra dimensional godlike beings thirst for the life force of people on Earth.

Insane cultists were trying to pull these beings into this world, believing it would give them ultimate power. These young psychics conduct a ritual to bind the Elder One pressing into this world. The ritual ends up costing the soul of one of those in the Ritual. They finish the ritual, their friend, Gerald’s body lying comatose on the floor.

10 years later, Gerald awakes in a hospital, hearing whispers around him. He comes to just in time to avoid being murdered. Fighting his way out, he learns that these assassins had another meet up. He struggles to stand and forces his atrophied body to rescue a woman held hostage.

Upon rescuing her, his body fails at the last moment, allowing one of the kidnappers to get the drop on him. The woman tied up releases a psychic blast that knocks the kidnapper unconscious. Gerald realizes that this secret society is kidnapping psychics and reaches out to his old comrades. These comrades have scattered, living their own lives as card sharks, hustlers and performers.

Upon gathering his comrades, they learn that their friend’s soul has spent the last 10 years in the realm of the Elder gods.

This time they take the fight to the Cults, each of which possess immense wealth, connections and supernatural powers.



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