age of sail rpg · aether gear · fantasy · nautical setting · power system · danger rating · high seas adventure · supernatural · faction choice · world building
*The sun is a merciless brass coin hammered into the sky above Crestfall. On one horizon, the black sails of renegades cut the waves; on the other, the orderly white hulls of the Armada hold the line. You are nobody yet—a face in the crowd at the docks, your future a blank chart. The port of Galehaven stinks of tar and treason, while the gated serenity of Highcliff whispers of privilege. Before you lies the only choice that matters: bind yourself to the law of the crown, or pledge your soul to the lawless sea. Both roads promise command. Both are paved with blood.*