A Campaign of Modern Myth
Post-Cataclysm New York. Magic. Corruption. The Rift.
The Lightforge was supposed to bring abundance. Instead it split reality — and magic bled through into a city that had no name for what it was about to become.
More than three decades later, the Department of Magical Licensure (DML) regulates magical practice under the Accord of Coexistence. Every license, every investigation, every exception becomes somebody's file.
When the Lightforge ignited, it didn't just crack the sky — it shattered the boundary between worlds. The Rift Cataclysm remade New York in a single night.
The DML licenses magical practice, investigates violations, and decides which impossible things the law can tolerate. Unlicensed casting can still ruin a life.
Faith, memory, and identity leave fingerprints on reality. Across the city, old names are being spoken again — and something has begun to answer.
In post-Cataclysm New York, alignment isn't a stat. It's a survival strategy.
The DML administers magical licenses, enforces the Accord, and maintains the files that decide who is legal, who is dangerous, and who simply disappears into procedure.
Greenwich Village's most visible Fey collective: mutual aid, immaculate fashion, excellent lawyers, and no measurable interest in the DML's opinion.
Magical Investigation and Crime Enforcement handles magical crime at street level. Matte-black gear, broad jurisdiction, and an acronym the government noticed too late.
MMI takes the cases that fall between regulation, politics, and ordinary police work. Licensed enough to enter the room. Independent enough to ask why the door was locked.
A Vardunian faith movement built from grief and service. Their food banks, shelters, and archives preserve communities still searching for the gods they lost.
New York dismissed them as old-world memory. Now miracles, masks, and impossible voices are forcing a more dangerous question: what if they never left?
MMI Field Office Special
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