The Soul Brokers Game
In Valthara Prime deals are cut and closed like rainfall.
Lucien Blackmoore, makes his living cutting contracts most people don’t even bother to read all the way through. He's called, The Crimson Broker: He deals in favors, secrets, and whatever piece of your soul you’re willing to sell to survive another day in a city built on debt.
At his side is the Ledger—sentient, old, always calculating. It tracks every deal, every breach, every whisper of a broken promise. It feeds him intel, tightens the leash on those who try to run, and sometimes... it speaks back.
Lucien doesn’t do violence if he can help it; He doesn’t need to. A few words in the right ear, a signature in the wrong place, and someone else does the dirty work. But the game’s getting messier. A rival broker, Cassian has been stirring things up—sloppy sigils, crashed markets, proxies pulling strings Lucien didn’t see coming.
The corporate towers are watching, so are the syndicates down below; And the immortals up top? They’ve gone so detached, they've stopped pretending not to care.
Lucien’s got an underground network to protect, clients to keep in line, and a voice in his head that keeps reminding him: debt always finds a way back.
And some debts... they don’t just let go.
