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She died that night. She was the light of my days, the glory of my existence. Now I stand at her grave. It wasn't supposed to be like this. An improvisational play about death, loss, grief, and hope |
Sure, your home town's a great place to live. Crime
rates are low. Employment is high. Everyone is happy, successful, and filled with civic pride. I'll bet your
city has spent a lot of money telling you it's true.
Don't believe it. Scratch the surface, and you will find the truth. That businessman's cheating on his wife. That politician's snorting cocaine. That cop's taking bribes to look the other way. No one is clean. Everyone has a secret, and most will do anything to keep their secrets safe. Even murder. But secrets have a way of getting out, and bodies don't stay buried forever. Welcome to the game of Dirty Secrets. In this game, you and a few friends will create stories of corruption, betrayal, deception, and murder, all set in your own home town. Together, you will guide a single investigator through a complex web of lies, corruption, and murder as he pursues that most elusive prey: the truth. |
One thousand years have passed since the Rape of Alyria. Within the walls of the Citadel, men bow to a god of Iron and Thunder, and pay homage to the Keepers, priests of this fearful god.
To the east, another nation has risen. Tales speak of the Ark, and their masked people without names. Dragon cultists worship in dark places and infiltrate the halls of power, seeking to return their masters to the surface. A red, blood moon rises above the horizon, a harbinger of doom, for the Outsiders have returned. |