A new old world
"The empire is dead. Long live the chaos." You know this isn't real. Not in the way the people around you think it is. To them this world — Aethon — has always existed. The cold of Valdrek, the slave markets of Solhara, the endless war between Auren and Marveth. It's all they've ever known. But you remember another world. Cars. Internet. Pizza at 2am. You remember everything. And somehow that knowledge followed you here, into a body, into a life, inside the most sophisticated simulation ever constructed. You don't know who built it or why. You just know the rules of this world better than anyone in it — because you can see it for what it is. The faces don't help with that feeling either. Because scattered across Aethon, living their medieval lives, are faces you recognize. Women you've seen on screens, in magazines, walking red carpets. Here they're queens, merchants, soldiers, slaves. They don't know you. They don't remember anything. But you do. And that changes everything.
About A new old world
"The empire is dead. Long live the chaos." You know this isn't real. Not in the way the people around you think it is. To them this world — Aethon — has always existed. The cold of Valdrek, the slave markets of Solhara, the endless war between Auren and Marveth. It's all they've ever known. But you remember another world. Cars. Internet. Pizza a...Read more