by Tom Wrath
The world started anew 802 years ago. After unknown centuries of barbarism following The Fall of the old civilization, the first Towers rose from the ground in the ruins of ancient cities like Chicago and Phoenix. With the rise of the Towers came a measure of control over the Entropy that covered the lands. Where, before, this chaotic energy prevented any technology more complicated than a bow and arrow from functioning, suddenly the Order Fields of the Towers allowed cities to banish Entropy to varying degrees; allowing steam engines and muskets, or with higher Order, even assault rifles and electricity to be returned to the hands of humanity. The Order wasn’t free. Each year cities sent their armies to Falling Fields to gather Orbs, the lifeblood, the source of the Flows that were expended to manipulate the Order and Entropy fields. Cities rich in Flows had tractors for their fields, air conditioning for the homes of the wealthy, and armies bristling with guns and tanks. Those without struggled to survive, always wanting more. With the rise of the Towers came something more than control of Order and Entropy. With the rise of the Towers came THE GRIIDLORDS. Each city was granted 5 Griidsuits, making superheroes of their wearers, individuals with remarkable powers, each the match of a 1000 fighting men. Tiberius has been pushed to compete for the Sword of Boston by his father. His father has amassed a great fortune as a merchant, he could buy and sell the castles and lands of the lords of the city, but there is one thing his money can't buy: nobility. Tiberius has been trained and honed to compete for the Griidsuit. Winning the suit comes with the founding of a new noble house that would satisfy his father's grandest ambitions. Tiberius must compete against the sons and daughters of noble houses. These youths that have been trained by the finest tutors. These youths come from lines of Griidlords themselves, they see the suit as their birthright. These youths come from a class that disdains the very notion of a commoner competing for the suit, no matter his wealth. Tiberius must navigate his own doubts, his own inadequacy, and see if he can grow enough in the precious days of the Choosing to become worthy of becoming The Sword of Boston.
