Player 2, your world ended 26 hours ago with the Blood Storm rampaging through the streets, gaining power by killing and consuming thousands of civilians, until 300 megatons worth of nuclear weapons began detonating. The nuclear fury unleashed was enough to vaporize the several million sentient beings still in the city and the thousands of demons unleased by the Blood Storm ritual. With the five year defense of Tolkeen finally destroyed in radioactive fires, multiple divisions of Coalition States armored forces assaulted en masse, lasers, missiles and plasma destroying those defenders that still lived. As a loyal soldier betrayed by the Federation and defeated by the Coalition, you took heed of the final command before your leaders were murdered by demons, “Honor your oaths! Die with honor or survive this betrayal to gain vengeance! Good hunting, ... and good luck. You’re on your own” The past 26 hours you have survived, barely, but none of your compatriots have…your cyberknight team leader Sir Kies was ripped apart by demons covering your escape; your lightning dragon mentor Rex Fulgar took the missile volley meant for you; the mercenary Miriam Exodus died in the last firefight against the Federation necromancers…her regeneration was not enough to survive her cybernetic skeleton ripped from her flesh and your healing was not strong enough, and finally you thought you would die when you were ambushed alone by the Valkyrie, one of the most feared powered armor pilots the CS has. You lost an arm and a leg before she thought you were dead and buried in the rubble of a six-story building. Nine hours later you clawed your way out, covered in blood and slightly insane. You moved south in a bloodthirsty rage slaying all in your way regardless of affiliation until you collapsed near the overgrown mound of an ancient technocrpyt.
Player 3, your world ended 8 hours ago. You saw the light flash across the sky, you heard the explosions a hundred miles away, you felt the heat on your exposed skin, the wind blew across the land with the force of a hurricane. You knew your world had changed. You were hired to get the XXX to the Spirit Talker of the Santee near Tolkeen, and you knew there was almost no chance that you could actually complete your mission, but you continued onward. You found the village as you knew you would, but as you feared, no one was alive. The villagers had been torn open, hearts ripped out, by claws or by teeth within the last hour? You searched for survivors and prepared to quickly leave the area as the creatures responsible for this massacre were definitely still in the area when the ancient Spirit Talker Shaman touched you and spoke a word. At that moment his spell was complete, sacrificing his life to ensure the ritual. Your body exploded in electric agony as the Thunderbird dove from the heavens and incarnated in you. The spirit has bonded with you in order for you to find those responsible for the death of the Santee people, and you now the chosen instrument of vengeance. Finally recovering, you staggered away from the carrion village, fighting the unseen demons, willing your body to continue until you came to an ancient techno crypt. You are too tired to care that there are others near the doorway, all you can do is move slowly out of the forest towards the overgrown concrete bunker.
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Player 1 is an Elven Rogue Scholar
Player 2 is a Dragon Hatchling
Player 3 is a Wilderness Scout
The game is set just after the CS victory over Tolkeen...with a bit of obvious changes in the timeline and some different names for stuff...pay that no mind
None of these players have ever played Rifts before so none of the changes in lore/setting will affect any of them. They have all played PRG's before, generally D&D 3.x, BRP and Star Wars D20, so it shouldn't be too difficult to get them into the rules of Rifts.-STS
Your group needs to get that Trans AM painted 
