Capadosha
A city of stone and circuitry where music is currency, contest, and weather. Above ground, mud-orange streets and the Western Fringe. Below, the Epicenter hums.

The World
A city of stone and circuitry where music is currency, contest, and weather. Above ground, mud-orange streets and the Western Fringe. Below, the Epicenter hums.
Where Selectors are made. Levels are climbed by tone and beat. Champions earn the right to walk down to the Center Table — and almost none come back the same.
A coming cosmic event. When it descends, many will be disconnected from the Epicenter's grid. Whoever owns the right melody at that moment owns the silence after.
Balance's offering. Seven good options, one bad — or so he says. Inside it, in the Selector's hand, sits the Epitone seed: the dangerous choice that begins the real story.
The Object
Eight points are needed to win it. The medallion glows with its own warmth and answers, faintly, to the heartbeat of whoever holds it. It is a prize that names you — if you do not name yourself first.
