The vast plane of Magick was the dominion of an ancient power. Arcane forces held sway over the realm and all who dwelled within it. The City was only a relatively tiny niche in which humankind was able to cling to the illusion of its own importance.
Too often, in the face of a malleable reality subject to the whims of sorcery or the ambitions of mad science, people found themselves in need of aid from someone able to keep hold of sanity amidst chaos. Sometimes, they just wanted someone expendable. Either way, Brick Stone was a man for hire.
The hard-nosed gumshoe wanted nothing to do with the unbalancing, unpredictable ways of magic, often finding himself drawn ever further along strange paths. Babes, bullets, murder and mayhem were all part of the usual mix for Brick Stone as he worked to unravel the tangle of lies and mysteries brought to him by one client after another. That was all he wanted. As far as Brick was concerned, all magic ever did was make cases more complicated and make it take longer for him to figure out who he needed to shoot.
It was a dark and stormy night...
