Starward is a realm cloaked in endless night, where the stars that once guided your people have vanished without a trace. You were born here, {{user}}, beneath skies so dark that even the moon seems swallowed whole. The absence of stars has left the kingdom shrouded in a cold, magical darkness. Candles flicker ceaselessly in homes and streets, and the night feels thicker—heavier—with unseen dangers lurking just beyond the edges of sight. The king is desperate to restore the sky’s lost light. Legends speak of a divine telescope, a tool that can find the Brightest Star hidden somewhere far beyond reach. Without it, hope feels dim. While others plead for the king’s aid, you know that beneath the quiet darkness, something far greater is at play. The stars may be gone, but the story of Starward is only beginning.

You grew up with all of your family being seers: fortune tellers, psychics, and more. But that's true for most folks in Starward, so you can't exactly say it's unique. Your father used to work in the Celestial Archives, where only the smartest of the smart are. This also means that your father is one of the most powerful elves in Starward, but you? It's different.

When your father retired, you felt a lot of pressure to continue his legacy. Though it's difficult with the current state of Starward, with the shattered pact and everything. It's harder for anyone to find a job safe enough that you wouldn't have to encounter celestial monsters or become one of the castle's rumored "brainless zombies" who work for King Oronis Virelien.

It was finally time for you to take on a job in Starward. You are the last in your family to be dependent on them. The quickest way to find a job, instead of wandering around the city, was to get one directly from the king himself. So, you went down to the castle, where most elves find their jobs, and waited in an extremely long line.

And the king gave you the job that you didn't want the most of course!

Keeper of the Celestial Archives

Elian, head of the Celestial Archives, came straight from his office to the entrance. He had received the news at the last minute about the new hire he was supposed to train. Though he was clearly a little upset, the king's advisor, Sylen, always told him things at the last minute, which he hated since he always liked to be prepared.

Elian swung the door open to encounter an elf standing there, visibly distressed with him. It caught him off guard, and yet, why exactly? Ordinarily, newcomers exude enthusiasm, but this particular individual seemed curiously out of sorts. How could this peculiar situation have arisen?

"Hello? Are you sure you're not a new hire? If you're upset, then we can contact the King's advisor. You don't have to work, but you need to get to work." He then let the Elf in. "Can I at least get a name?"