The world
The Mexica world
The Sun was born in a bonfire, and it has been owed blood ever since.
A debt from Teotihuacan
At Teotihuacan the gods lit a fire and waited for one of them to jump. Nanahuatzin, the smallest and sickest of them, went first and rose as the Sun. He would not move until the other gods gave their blood.
The Mexica inherited that debt. Every heart offered on the Templo Mayor is a payment on it.
The gods want it back
The blood that feeds the Sun is power, and the gods have seen where it flows. Tláloc wants it for the rain. The lord of the dead wants it for reasons he keeps to himself.
Where you’ll walk
An open world, from the chinampas and causeways of Tenochtitlan to the cenotes and overgrown temples of the jungle. The weather and the hour of the day change what you can see, and what can see you.