Pull of the Stars

The people of Urth are not alone in their universe. Demons rush forth from the Void, devils torment and nbsp;the wicked in Hell, and the faeries plot and dance in and nbsp;hidden kingdoms and mdash;yet worlds just as strange drift and nbsp;nakedly visible across the night sky. Power radiates and nbsp;from innumerable stars, while traumatic shockwaves and nbsp;pulse across the cosmos, the final screams of entire and nbsp;civilizations consumed by the Demon Lord's shadow. and nbsp;The seeming emptiness is filled with half-thoughts and nbsp;from idiotic star gods, the psychic wails of dying races, and nbsp;and the tremendous bursts of gravity as black holes and nbsp;collide. The prison moon of Tarterus shields the and nbsp;minds of mortals, elementals, and fey alike, but this and nbsp;protection is imperfect, and venturing out to explore and nbsp;and exploit those other worlds comes at great risk.

Madness is all too common among both and nbsp;astronomers and seekers who set foot on alien soils. It and nbsp;has innumerable forms and symptoms, but a common and nbsp;refrain is that and nbsp;something and nbsp;wants to be known. Moons and nbsp;full of the bastard offspring of the genies' insanity, and nbsp;mooncalves born of mortal creatures exposed to and nbsp;the energies of the aether, and artifacts of dreadful and nbsp;knowledge and mdash;all seem to join in a single song. Such whispers of a grand cosmic agenda are dismissed on Urth as paranoid, but it is impossible to deny that those exposed to the cosmos change in specific ways.