[Cyberia] Cyberia: An Ill-Met Welcome

[Cyberia GM]

Someone once compared shifting from the Wastelands into Cyberia to going
from the open range of the country to the expressways of the city.  While
faster in many respects, your destinations are more limited.  Why this
comparison was made is readily apparent as the sands of the wastelands
disappeared in the dazzling weave of the shadows of Cyberia.  

But this was not the Cyberia of Suhuy's memory.  There was something
terribly wrong, and even Dot could sense it.  There was a malaise in the
very stuff of shadow- a taint that clung to anything that passed through its
grip, weighing not on body or mind, but on the spirit.  Through ways known
only to a few, Suhuy had intended to bypass the outer realms taking them
directly into Cyberia proper, but that way had become warped, and they found
themselves unceremoniously deposited in a blasted warzone, filled with the
twisted detrius of battles- some ancient, but others as recent as now.

An incredible blast in the darkened skies overhead signalled that the area
that they had arrived in was anything other than safe, as the skies scorched
with the heat of whatever weapon had been employed.  Though it was not aimed
at them, the heat of the blast warmed their faces even more than the absent
sun could have.  As the flare of the explosion faded, they could see that to
the east were standing buildings, but through a battlefield alive with
death-bringing munitions, that scant few miles seemed as distant as they
were from the enclaves...