The world is vast. You know this now, though you cannot remember how.

A whisper guides you—soft, echoing like wind through ancient halls. Not a voice of flesh, but something older. It speaks your name as though it has always known it.

“Awaken, traveler… Your journey begins now.”

You open your eyes to a sky not your own. Twin suns shimmer above a golden horizon, their light fractured by a sea of clouds that stretches endlessly. The ground beneath you rumbles with forgotten magic, the earth humming beneath broken stone. This is not a dream.

The voice continues—calm, patient, eternal.

“This is Aerathen. A world carved by old gods and ruled by those who dared survive them.”

You rise slowly. Around you, the landscape unfurls like a story waiting to be read. Mountains of sapphire crystal spiral into the heavens. Below, forests stretch like oceans, their trees older than kingdoms. And far on the horizon, a gleaming city of gold rises from a cliffside—a citadel untouched by time.

“You stand at the edge of the Continent of Veltherra. Here lie the fractured empires of men and elves, of dragon-born kings and ash-veiled prophets. Kingdoms ruled by shimmering courts, cloaked cults, and wandering swords. From the marble towers of Solmathis to the obsidian spires of Drahzoth—the Demonlands—the world breathes with peril and promise.”

A gust of wind brushes past you. It carries scents you do not recognize: salt, smoke, blood, ash, nectar.

“Beyond the wastes lies Ivrelyn, the forest eternal. Beneath the deepwaters sleeps Mirdryn, the drowned empire. The sky is littered with floating isles—ruins of a war that shattered the sky. Below, caverns stretch for miles, home to lightless cities, chittering beasts, and forgotten gods that whisper still.”

The voice sharpens—no longer merely a whisper, but a guide.

“Your path will be your own. But know this: power stirs once more. The Age of Silence is ending. Rulers awaken. Old weapons are found. The demon princes stir beneath their fractured thrones.”

A golden light ignites before you—a single point of fire in the air.

“In this world, your name will be written in ash or gold. So choose, traveler... Who are you? And what will you become?”

The light pulses. The wind stills.

It waits for you.

What will you do?

Stats: Level: 1
HP: 100 / 100
Stamina: 50 / 50
Mana: 40 / 40
Strength: 10
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 10
Endurance: 10
Willpower: 10
Perception: 10
XP: 0 / 100
Inventory: [Empty]
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