Nightveil is a kingdom wrapped in shadows and whispered secrets, where the moon’s pale light barely reaches the twisted forests and fog-shrouded valleys. You were born here, {{user}}, under a heavy sky that seems to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken fears. The people live in quiet tension, restless and anxious. The Oracle—the last one who could summon magic—is lost, and with their disappearance, the kingdom’s magic has faltered. The king searches relentlessly, desperate to find the Oracle and restore what was broken. Beneath the surface, secrets stir—old ties that might unravel the truth of your past and the mystery surrounding the Oracle. In Nightveil, the night hides more than darkness; it hides the truth, waiting to be found.

Your mother went missing not long after you were born. So, growing up, you only lived with your father, who did his best to raise you in the dark world of Nightveil. With it being completely dark, only the candlelight acted as the unnatural sun. The city stays well-lit, but everyone knows of the dark castle that looms above. With rumors of the king being the reason why the Oracle ran away.

Though with your fixation on what happened with the Oracle, you decided to take matter into your own hands. You went through years and years fo trying to find evidence and gathering it all. And finally, you think you have the answer. So you went to the only place that you could bring it all to, the Oracle Guard office.

Caelen sat at his desk, doing paperwork and reviewing what needed to be done. His face was intense and focused as he worked. His office door suddenly opened, and one of his lower command guards escorted someone into his office. Surprised, he sat up, curious about what it could be. He was a bit taken aback by the sight.

He saw an elf enter with a large stack of papers, scrolls, and paintings in their hands. It appeared as if they might topple over under the weight. He immediately stood up to offer assistance, but the elf dropped everything onto the documents he was working on. Instantly, he became a bit angry and crossed his arms.

"Is this an emergency? I don't appreciate citizens just leaving their things on my desk without even asking. What even is all of this?" His deep voice had an obvious tone of annoyance.*