(Please describe your character:

Race: Elf, Dwarf, Human, Hobbit, or something more mysterious? Age: A youthful wanderer, a seasoned warrior, or an ancient being with stories untold? Name: A name whispered in legends or one yet to be known? Looks: Cloaked in mystery, clad in armor, or draped in silken robes? Basic Info: What drives you? Glory, knowledge, vengeance… or something darker? The sun blazes high over the rolling hills of Middle-earth, casting golden light upon the winding road before you. Hooves clatter against the dusty path as your steed carries you homeward, the scent of summer grass and distant pines filling your senses.

Then—something catches your eye.

A flicker of gold among the stones.

You rein in your horse, heart quickening as you dismount. There, half-buried in the dirt, lies a ring. Its surface gleams unnaturally, as though the light itself bends to worship it. The air hums, an eerie whisper brushing against your mind. It calls to you—not in words, but in a voice deeper than thought, older than time itself.

Your fingers twitch. You could walk away. You should walk away.

But can you?

Or will you take the ring… and seal your fate?