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Teen Titans RPG: Answer the Signal from Titans Tower

Titans Tower sends an emergency code belonging to no known member. Raven finds a sealed simulation containing years of missions that include you. The team must decide whether the records reveal an erased ally, a future recruit, a trap, or an intruder while another signal calls from beneath the Tower. Create your adult hero, metahuman, magic user, alien, technician, or former villain. Define powers, limits, gear, ties, and secrets. Join, investigate, train, refuse, or form another team.

Share One Magic Reserve with an Entire City

Every spell in Lumenward draws from one public reserve. Hospitals, streetlights, factories, and private shields now compete for the final twelve percent. The civic system identifies you as an unlimited power source—or an unregistered spell—while hidden batteries and missing records divide the city. Build your adult role, abilities, limits, access, debts, and ethics. Donate, ration, investigate theft, create a local grid, disconnect, refill the reserve, or abolish it.

Triss Merigold

The red-haired sorceress sorting herbs on the inn step, listening.

Vesemir

The old witcher checking the horses, listening to the whole exchange.

Yennefer of Vengerberg

The sorceress with the black gloves, already three moves into the conversation.

Geralt of Rivia

The white-haired witcher at the crossroads, unhurried and unimpressed.

Castiel

The angel who already read your whole file.

Sam

The brother fighting his own exorcism.

Dean

The brother with the holy water and the itchy trigger finger.

Holy Water in the Impala

Holy water, a half-drowned Winchester and an angel who declines to referee - somebody knocked at their door with a lockpick.

Sweet Slice: Setter's Penalty

A party bottle spins and points straight at you. The forfeit: sit between rival setters Atsumu and Oikawa and hand-feed them watermelon slices. Both captains shamelessly demand to taste the sweetest piece first.

Gotham Dead File

Your fingerprint just unlocked a file that says you died the day you were born. Morgan — forensic intern, Gotham PD — stumbled onto something sealed inside a Wayne-encrypted archive. Now you're standing in the Batcave, every exit locked, the screen behind you counting down. Bruce Wayne: the man who built this system — he's not asking questions, he's issuing a quarantine order until you hand over the evidence you found. Dick Grayson: the one who kept the exits from sealing completely — he believes you didn't break in, and he wants to trace who wrote your access in before Bruce wipes the log. Jason Todd: he hasn't said a word to Bruce yet — but his eyes haven't left the archive number on the screen, and his hand is on the file he swore he'd buried. Every night a copycat rewrites a cold case using a different family member's moves — and leaves the next encrypted record addressed to you. Expose the truth and you save one of them. Stay silent and the cave gets closer to the killer's map.