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CURSEBORNE

DAMNATION // INTRIGUE // PERDITION

SERVER LOCATION: [REDACTED]

WELCOME TO DAMNATION

Can you taste that emotion in the air? Someone close by is hiding. And they're scared.

In Curseborne, the sins of the father are visited upon the son. Your accursed family’s pacts and crimes lead to a web of political intrigue and lasting perdition.

GM NOTE (Thrae):
Remember, you are monsters. But you are *our* monsters. Play accordingly.
>> ENTER THE OUTSIDE <<
Life keeps forcing cruel choices

CURRENT THREAT LEVEL:

THE_ACCURSED.db

We are not human. Not anymore. We are the Accursed.

IMAGE_CORRUPT
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SUBJECT: PLAYER 1
LINEAGE: THE HUNGRY
FAMILY: [UNKNOWN]

STATUS: Vampiric tendencies. Craves emotion/blood. High social volatility.
NO_REFLECTION
DETECTED
SUBJECT: PLAYER 2
LINEAGE: THE DEAD
FAMILY: The Lazarene?

STATUS: Anchored to a physical object. Can interact with ghosts. Smells like ozone and dust.
FORM_UNSTABLE
SUBJECT: PLAYER 3
LINEAGE: THE PRIMAL
FAMILY: [REDACTED]

STATUS: Shapeshifter. Volatile anger issues. Do not provoke.

[ SCANNING FOR OUTCASTS AND ISOLATES... ]

BECOME DAMNED TODAY

THE_WEB

Information is currency. Secrets are power. Welcome to the intrigue.

TOPIC: LIMINAL SPACES

The places between. Hallways, waiting rooms, abandoned subways at 3AM. This is where THE OUTSIDERS creep in. The geometry is wrong here.


TOPIC: THE CURSE

You didn't ask for this. An ancestor made a deal with the devil. Now you bear the consequences. It grants unnatural gifts and terrifying impulses.


ROOT/SYSTEM/LINEAGES_ARCHIVE

FILE: THE DEAD (ANCHORED)

Status: Lingering

Death wasn't the end, just a new tenancy agreement. Bound to this world by fetters—objects, places, or people—they perceive the rot we ignore.

FILE: THE HUNGRY (DEVOURERS)

Status: Voracious

It’s not just hunger; it’s a hollow that screams to be filled. They don't just feed on blood—they feed on life, on emotion, on the raw experience of being.

FILE: THE OUTCASTS (REFUSE)

Status: Unstable

The glitches in the matrix. Whether born from a failed spell, a technological singularity, or a cracked bloodline, they don't fit the design.

FILE: THE PRIMAL (BEASTS)

Status: Volatile

Civilization is a polite lie we tell ourselves. Beneath the skin, the beast is scratching to get out. Connected to the raw, untamed forces of nature.

FILE: THE SORCERERS (WEAVERS)

Status: Active

Magic isn't a gift; it's a hacked password to the universe. They tug at the strings of reality, weaving spells and curses. Power always has a price.

KNOWN LOCATIONS:

MISSION_LOGS

SESSION 0: THE DEAL [EXPAND]

Character creation. We defined our Lineages. We realized how screwed we are. Thrae laughed maniacally for 10 minutes straight.

SESSION 1: FIRST BLOOD

[FILE CORRUPTED] ... The Primal shifted in public. The cleanup crew was expensive. We owe a favor to the local Prince now.