~*Premise*~

There is a stark irony to the city that is home to so many; a rich, dark humor in the very existence of Eidolon. Nowhere is it more true that people create their own hells than it is here, and as twisted as it may be to say so, Eidolon City is the city of your dreams. And your nightmares.

None within its limits know the truth of their surroundings; that the lives they lead are false, that so many of their peers have never existed, that the very era of the place is a lie. Indeed, the whole city is a grand illusion created by the people trapped inside of it, fueled by the dreaming minds of a small handful of people who lay comatose in another world entirely. Somehow they have found each other, linked to each other, and created a unified dream that all of them are slaves to. What's more, inside this dream of Eidolon City there are others, others who seem as real as any of the dreamers, but who have no tether to the world beyond.

They are myths, stories from childhood, abstract concepts given personifications on stories, fables, literature and more; breathing their first breaths as the collective minds of the dreamers pool together to create the city itself. These living dreams flow from all of the dreamers out of a strange necessity that demands heroes, villains, monsters and gods. But inside the city, they are not bound by the strictures of their source material. In Eidolon City, a hero may fall, a villain may rise, and every demon looks as human as any of us.

Somehow, the world they have created is not the world we know. Instead it is one of times long gone, when the world was at its' own throat with war, recession, crime, and hopelessness. It is a time when many feel the loss of innocence that permeates the city, when the divide between the rich and poor feels more vast than it ever has, and the richest neighborhoods tower so far above the slums and the cold and hungry who fill the alleys there they all but vanish from the eyes of the privileged.

There is a stranglehold on the city, a contested chokehold between two vast criminal empires who have never succeeded in surpassing each other. Both have dug their corrupted touch deep into every aspect of city life, vying for control of the police, the politicians and judges, the businesses and more. And for all the collection money that is paid to each side, for the divisions of territory and the airs of refinement and control, violence spills into the streets of the city every day and stains the people who have no part of the war.

Escaping the dream is not possible, for the people of Eidolon City have never even guessed that they are prisoners. But unlike the faceless masses that are created by their subconsciousness, both dreamer and dream refuse the idea that things will always be this way. There is a war here, a battle for the future of the city and the shape of the dream. The fight will stretch beyond the backrooms of smoky bars, past the secret dealings of dirty cops and crooked judges, into the homes of every citizen. From the highrises of the richest to the gutters beneath the bridges where the homeless huddle for warmth, the city is changing. It will fall to the Dreamers and the Dreams who have found freedom to decide what that change will be. Wake up and enter the dream.