History
Eons ago, when magic run amock in what a few call the Mythic Age, humanity was on it's knees. Magic beings ruled the lands, skies and seas and humans were the insect beneath their feet. All hope seemed lost, that mankind would be forgotten for all time, until Arthur came. As a boy, he found the Sword In The Stone, drawing it forth and claiming for his own.

He left the stone behind, slaying the dragon that guarded the sword with a single slash, the first blow of what would one day be known as the Dark War.
It swiftly escalated, humanity turning on the magical beings, stolen weapons and spells clashing, the armies of man slowly inching to victory.

Which is when Diagro, the leader of the magical Legions, unleashed Lord Harrow. Harrow was an ancient, a being who witnessed the forging of creation. HE swept through the human ranks like death himself, slaying all who came to hand with less effort that stepping on a beetle. As the humans fell, Diagro felt horrified by his actions. He gathered the leaders on both sides, using his very soul to form a pact. Magic would exist on the other side of a veil, the world would be a coin with man on one side and magic the other. As he died, Harrow was sealed away once more, and so it has been ever since.

Now
These days, the Veil holds strong, with man and magic still seperate. But now, magic being to seep through, unwitneesed, but still granting some amongst humans the power to see through the veil, to stand in both worlds. Every country has it's own things, Baba Yaga runs through Moscow atop her hut with chickens legs, Baron Samedi still haunts his swamps, and Merlin still hides in his prison in the British countryside, lamenting his betrayal by Nimue.
This story, however, resides in the Shadowside of Blackwood Bay, in California. An industrial city with a bustling populace, a crossroads for all walks of life, it is the place to be. The Shadow side is no different, with beings from every world there is together there. Anything can happen, and something always does....



Major NPC's
There are the beings you may meet around the town, who could be a help or a hindrance

Sugar: a demon of greed whose true form looks like an enormous lizard coal black lizard with a cigar. Sugar can sweat out a drug of any kind, from a hallucinagenic to LSD, to steroids. His own power is great, but he also has a number of demonic guards who would do anything to serve him. Sugar runs a lot of clubs, from dance clubs, to drug dens, to a club solely for the purpose of watching people kill each other violently. Sugar is not to be trifled with without serious firepower.

The Corporation: What the Corporation does, no-one but the Executives. The Executives are all men who wield tremendous power and are named by the colour of their suits, from black, to white, to pink. Each of them is totally indestructable, though rarely seen. The most powerful, after Mr. Red, are Mr. White and Mr. Black. They're the beings you're polite to, on pain of something you'd rather never experience.

• Mr. Red: The most powerful executive of all. No-one is sure what his power is, beyond that he has never been seen to fail anything.
• Mr. White: A smooth, suave black man in a pure white suit, no tie, the top buttons undone and barefoot. When he speaks all listen, whether to sigh dreamily or to scream as their ears bleed.
• Mr. Black: A tall hulking white man in an impeaccble black suit, with a tie, his body grotesquely over muscular, looking ridiculous in his suit. His power has never been seen by anyone who want's to talk about it afterwards.

Mrs D.Sire: A Persona, a being who is the physical incarnation of an aspect of reality. Mrs Sire is the personification of lust and desire. She runs the Shadowsides vice ring and is rarely seen without her team of thralls. Beautiful men and women, mindlessly devoted to her and arms with weapons that do terrible things.

Thomas O'Neil: A former IRA warlock who now sells magical weapons of all kinds, for real world cash only. His stock goes from commonplace daggers, to heavy weight items like the Breath Of Boreas, or the stave known as Sunblight. A hard-drinking Irishman with a fondness for cheap whiskey and cheaper women. He is rarely seen with out his special jacket, the pockets of which link to his warehouse, from which he can pull anything he chooses.

Gallows Jack: A former cowboy turned mercenary, Jack is the Shadowsides police. He is a skeleton clad only in a long dust and cowboy hat, with a rope noose around his neck. At any time, Jack can pull a weapon from his pockets, any weapon he so chooses. He never lies or cheats, and has often been called firm but fair. Of course, he's also been called that interfering bone bag, but that's from the people he arrests. He also has a sheriff badge, with which he can brand anyone into his servie as a deputy.

Booker: A kindly old gnome who runs the Bridge Under, a pub with the best of everything from whiskey to water. He is generally left alone, as everyone who starts something ends up dead, or worse. He always has a smile for his customers and an ear for their woes, as well as a staff of stormbright for the rowdier patrons.

The Wise And Terrible Cuddles: A fluffy rabbit wearing a purple turban. He tell's the future to those who pay up. Of course, the one person who tried to cheat him was never found. Whole, anyway...

Major Areas
The Archives: the ultimate search engine. Walking in and speak allowed what you seek, so long as it is a written text or record and it will guide you to it. It's easy to get lost, and the late fees can be murder. It homes such weighty tomes as the Forgotten Codex, a tome of knowledge long lost to the world, and the Words of Damnation, the only curse that sends the victim straight to hell.

The Pits: The best place to get tough. The Pits are the Shadowside arenas, where matches of all kinds are held. If you want to go bareknuckle with an ogre, or have a motorcycle and chainsaw joust, this is the place to go. Pay the right man and you can walk the garrison and see the fighters, maybe even slip them a gift, if you're fast enough.

The Bazaar: The marketplace where anything from magical powers, to souls to the memory of a first kiss can be purchased. The prices can be anything, from a kiss, to a memory, to your free will. Buyer beware indeed...

The Wastes: an area of the shadowside decimated by a war long forgotten by all but the oldest. It's inhabited by many a creature some would never face in their most horrifying of nightmares....

There is more to be seen, so come on in, if you dare...