• Citizenship: Active Players are expected to GM Contracts from time to time.
• Cycles: https://www.thecontractrpg.com/guide/rules/#contract-cycles
• Supernatural Powers: All non-mastery, non-concealed Powers must be obviously supernatural when activated or grant a mutation that marks the wielder as supernatural or bizarre if discovered.
• Moxie: https://www.thecontractrpg.com/guide/rules/#moxie

The year was 1852. Pyre, already centuries old, stood as a proud bridge between the Old World and the New. Ships filled its harbors with gold, spices, and whispers of undiscovered lands, while its streets teemed with ambition, intrigue, and invention. The alchemists and scholars of the time sought not just to tame the natural world but to pierce the mysteries of death itself. They constructed the Soulspire, a towering machine meant to harness the energies of the afterlife.

It worked—until it didn’t. The Soulspire erupted in a cataclysm that shattered the Veil between the living and the dead. Its remnants now hang above the city as the Soulscar, a vast, glowing rift that pulses with a light both terrible and beautiful, especially at night. The dead poured into Pyre, and with them came the rise of ghosts, possessions, and unexplainable horrors.

The supernatural is no longer a shadowy secret but an undeniable reality woven into the fabric of life. Ghosts roam the alleys, drawn by the Soulscar’s call, and ectoplasm—harvested from spirits through grim ingenuity—powers much of the city’s industry. Blood magic, whispered about in dark corners, grants unimaginable power at unspeakable costs. Yet even as the arcane grows commonplace, humanity’s greed and ambition push ever forward.

Pyre itself is a city of contradictions. Built on the bones of forgotten gods, its gothic spires and smoke-choked factories are home to both untold wealth and grinding poverty. The Blood Market thrives with forbidden trades, and radium-lit towers flicker against the eternal dusk. Ships pour in daily, flooding Pyre with the riches of the New World, but the city’s foundations are cracking under the weight of the sins of the old.

Long have the cabals, cults, and secret societies of Pyre worked in the shadows, pulling strings behind its gilded facades. But the Soulscar has upset the delicate balance. Ambitions rise. Secrets unravel. And something stirs beyond the Veil—a force older than the city itself, watching, waiting, hungering for the moment to return.

The world is changing. Ghosts whisper in your ear, forgotten gods lurk in alleyways, and the air tastes faintly of blood and soot. Pyre burns, in its heart and its soul. And yet, life goes on, the city remains.