The wheels of your car of the long Iron Dragon clatter on the Iron Rails. It’s almost soothing. The pattern lulls you to near sleep. You are in a car of passengers trying to get as comfortable as they can in the tight spaces the train seating affords. Between the people and their luggage, their isn’t much room for air. Plus, it’s hot. Seems like most people are overdressed. People wearing their finest for the train ride. It is an event even in this age of magic returning to Earth.
But, this train is even more special because it is carrying you all to Malifaux! The land of oppertunity. That used to be America. But, with Soulstone fetching a much higher price than gold, many people have gone Breachside in an attempt to make an early retirement. You being one of them.
You can hear a few socialites talking about the crossover. Seems one of them has been over at least once before. Must be the son of a rich family. Most don’t crossover into Malifaux twice. Too costly unless you’re carrying mechandise. this fop just looks like a dandy though. Not a merchant. He’s braggin to his cohorts about the feeling of crossing through the breach. He brags that it’s no big deal and that it feels great. but, you can see by the wild look he gets for a second that his trip was not an altogether pleasant one. You’ve heard the tales. For some it’s nothing for others it’s better than sex. For others still it’s madness inducing. And that’s not even mentioning the ones who come away from the experience a little “touched”. They change. Some it’s personality. Some it’s a physical change. Some few even start being able to cast spells and all kinds of weirdness. There are even rumors of a few who turn into monsters. Demons from Nightmares. It’s enough to scare off all but the bravest of entrprenures. But, not you. You’ll be just fine….you hope. The rhythmic lullaby of the train finally manages to put you to sleep. Might as well not fight it. It’s a long trip. You ask the person next to you to wake you when the Breach is coming up. You don’t want to miss that.
You feel someone tugging at your sleeve. Hey there….we’re at the Breach. Y’all best wake up if you want to…………..SILENCE. You rouse yourself and are greeted by inky black nothing. Is it night? Did the gaslamps go out? Doesn’t the Breach give off some kind of light? You feel around and touch nothing. The passenger next to you…gone. the floorboards of the traincar…..gone. Your seat….gone. The blackness supports you in your sleeping position withough being solid. Now that just ain’t right. Must have crossed Breachside. A thrill passes through you and you feel it’s tingle linger afterwards. It doesn’t seem to go away. You know it doesn’t take but a few seconds to pass through the Breach. But, you count minutes ticking away. Guess you may as well find something. You get up and start walking slowly forward with your arms outstretched hoping you’ll find a wall to follow.
Ahead You see a soft violet glow. You head towards it. You see a round table with 8 chairs. It seems to be made out of driftwood. Upon it are a few bones and what appears to be a voodoo doll. the object in the center of the table is what draws your eye the most. A crystal ball which is emitting a pulsing violet light. as you approach, you see other forms appear from the darkness into the circle of light from behind each of the chairs. you all take up position behind the seats you come up behind. You all look at each other. the others Seem to be normal. As you are about to ask who these people are, a haggard voice cackles from the dark space between your chair and another. “Welcome to Malifaux dearies. Have a seat. Let old Zorida tell your fortune.” A grizzled old woman leans forward out of the darkness smiling and pulls up her chair that wasn’t there a moment ago. “Sit…Sit Dearie. Humor an old woman won’t you? It won’t take long.”
What the hell. Might be good to know your fate in this new world. Plenty of things to avoid out there and as the saying goes….In Malifaux……Bad Things Happen.