The Aetheric Sargasso
Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let’s go together.
Hamlet Act 1, scene 5
Time is out of joint, and the Aetheric portals of the Sea of Shards are the means to set it right. Winding his way through these mysterious portals is the Historian. He haunts the shadows of time’s greatest and strangest events, seeking to set right what has gone so far off track.
(GM Note: This is an unabashed homage to Dr. Who)