Welcome to Valiant City

Welcome to Valiant City where legends are made flesh. In this corrupt and haunted metropolis, a select few citizens have become living connections between our world and fabled lore. Ordinary people gifted with supernatural powers, yearning to express the stories held within but those same stories threaten to tear their lives apart. The Mist, ever-enveloping Valiant City, aims to veil the mundane residents from understanding the Mythos and the Rifts they embody. The machinations of the Mist oppose the unchecked Rifts’ display of awesome might used to control the city. The Rifts struggle with their existence, seeking an elusive answer about their powers. These Rifts crave what any human wants: love, money, power... but, are the answers they seek worth the sacrifices demanded to reveal the truth?   Deep in Valiant City, a man drops to his knees in an endless sob. He gasps for words that never find purchase, clenching his chest as his body begins to fail. Even with his eyes full of tears, the man never blinks nor tears his gaze from the reminder of his sorrow. A crack of thunder illuminates the room, leaving behind the body of a man lost in his own despair. The sharp brilliance of light shows the room filled with empty rows of pews, an open casket of a young man, and the scurry of feet fleeing into the rain.   Elsewhere in the city, the downtown citadel known as Sinar Tower stands tall, surrounded by the miasma of the Mist. Large elevator doors creak open as five individuals step into a lavish penthouse and into an ostentatiously furnished office where a tall, black woman stands behind a desk opposite two uniformed VCPD officers. As thunder splits the air, Zoe Addams’ eye shines brightly as she turns her attention to the five Rifts entering the office lined with shelves of books and trophies. A rainbow of color shimmers behind the short officer as she closes the precinct-issued notebook and turns with a stern, bronze face alongside her partner who mountains over her with a cornfed smile.   A soft voice slips out of Zoe as she adjusts the silver cord wrapped around her neck with a muscled arm, “Welcome, we have need of you…”