Occultae Veritatis

The world of Occultae Veritatis is much like the world you and I know, save for one important facet: occasionally those crazy stories you hear about on the news aren’t all the reports and studies make them out to be. It’s true that opposing biker gangs got into a turf war over a section of Chicago’s South Side, resulting in assumed losses on both sides, but what the news reports don’t say is what the police don’t know even after in depth investigation: those weren’t bikers; they were centaurs.   Sure, a joint task force between the ATF and FBI busted what was referred to as a “drug commune” nestled in the deep forests of Minnesota, but what none of the agents realized at the time was that they only arrested a quarter of the commune’s population – even while the other three quarters watched the events unfold from the safety of their tree abodes. Nymphs and Satyrs wrapped in nature’s embrace watched with pained faces as the few humans allowed among their number were loaded into SUVs and vans and driven away. Two weeks later, another commune was being built only ten miles from the original, though now its occupants didn’t include humans.   A man who fell overboard while on a cruise across the Mediterranean turned up on the shore of a small deserted island off the coast of Greece, hundreds of miles from where the ship had been when he went over. While his survival has been hailed as a miracle in the media, the man cannot explain how he survived the trip, saying only that he felt “propelled” through the water. He described vivid dreams during his days on the island before the rescue team found him, and it was largely assumed he’d eaten something which induced hallucinations. But the truth of the matter is far more fantastic – and dangerous – than all of that. Sirens still lurk on the islands off Greece’s coast, and he was just the newest unfortunate victim of their beckoning song.   Occultae Veritatis is a word where myths and legends from ancient worlds lurk on the periphery of human awareness, hidden and safe from our awareness, protected by a mysterious, unknowable force called Fate. Fate is the nebulous power which causes humans to take the long way around a city block on their way to work, keeping them from the territory a group of dwarves have taken to living in. Fate is what ensures that even if a human spots a giant, they only see a tall, deformed person, rather than identifying them for the supernatural being they actually are. Fate is the knowable thing which forces Zeus into his pattern of womanizing, and Hera into her vengeful, spite-filled reactions.   So enter, if you dare, and step into the fantastic, dangerous world of Occultae Veritas. You will be challenged, you will be tested, and you will encounter Fate numerous times until you’re able to break its hold on your psyche, allowing you to see through it at long last.