Want to know all about the Players of the Game Saga in just a few minutes? Read on!
WARNING: Spoilers abound throughout this section. Courtesy of the Master of the Game himself.
My name is Corsis. In an age long gone, I took the Game from other beings. Plundered their vast ethereal powers. I delighted in it all. I now guide the course of history in many realms. Some worlds unmade. Others merely altered. I keep the Game and its Rules secret to prevent challenges to my enjoyment. Those few who know of it either serve me and prosper, or stand against me and suffer.
Of late, however, things have taken a turn for the interesting, for the fraught. It started with the man called Repenter and his warrior daughter. I embroiled them in the Game. The father lost his pyromancy. The child lost her body, becoming a living ghost. They amassed allies in a dark world. Fought against the intelligent plague that I unleashed. They prevailed.
That victory proved fleeting. I backed an artistic empress to conquer that dark world. The eastern half fell to her armies before any realized the dire state of affairs. Those who would resist attempted to unite in a western coalition, its most famous members being Repenter and his closest allies. The Brigands. They stood against the artistic empress’s armies in a beautiful city on the coast. It burned. The coalition fractured and declined as years passed. But the Brigands managed to win one last battle in the empire’s capital before they lost the war. Repenter’s daughter regained her body at its end. They retreated to a brighter world.
A brighter world with conflicts that I also engineered in concert with its dark counterpart. It also had opposing forces in the east and west, but a peerless soldier and a hyper-powered duelist staved off greater conflict. The peace did not last. Another friend of mine, a crafty goddess, devised a rot carried by flowers that stole minds and mutated bodies. The soldier discovered the rot on the frontier of his homeland. The duelist encountered the same rot in a tangled rain forest. They too amassed allies to confront the crafty goddess and me. We fought beneath one city and atop another. These New Players won, which proved vexing. And thrilling.
Now, Repenter, his restored daughter, the soldier, the duelist, and those aligned to them all walk in the same brighter world. A world I am about to upend. They will try to stop what I set into motion. And I will be entertained.
