Promethean

I know that look of disgust in your eyes.

You can't hide it from me.



I've seen all its expressions in many faces like your own.

I am intimately familiar with rejection.

Yes, these scars and stitched wounds are horrifying to behold.

Were I truly alive, they'd be enough to kill me.



But I am not alive.

Not yet.



Not in the way you know it.

A fire burns within me and animates this dead flesh,

these legs that have wandered the far regions of the Earth,

these hands that have killed men.



And I walk with a purpose.

You will not stand in my way.

These hands have killed men.



A Storytelling Game of Stolen Lives



Prometheans are soulless corpses animated by a mysterious, alchemical force — the Divine Fire stolen from the gods. Their hideousness forces humans, animals, and even nature itself to reject them on an instinctual level. They wander the dark places of the world, seeking what their creators denied them: humanity.