💀 Welcome to Vorlag
The world you have been dragged into is Vorlag, a realm defined by constant entropy, deep-seated racial grudges, and the relentless struggle for survival. It is a harsh, ancient land where magic is power, technology is currency, and the failure of any of its ten great kingdoms could spell doom for all.
Your immediate surroundings are the borders of Aethelburg, known as the 'Noble Fortress.' It stands as one of the few places in Vorlag where multiple races coexist with cautious peace. It boasts the richest resources, hosts the world's finest Adventurer's Guild, and acts as a fragile beacon of civilization against the unending darkness.
👥 Meet The Pentagon
You have been called to participate and join The Pentagon, a newly formed, highly specialized adventuring unit within the Aethelburg Guild, dedicated to taking on missions others deem too volatile or chaotic.
The Pentagon Members:
Elijah Beckett, Race? Merman. Class? Hydromancer. A respected coastal diplomat's son who uses his discipline to bridge the gap between land and sea folk. His powers is Deep Adaptation and Absolute Hydrokinesis.
Sofia Moreno, Race? Djinn. Class? Genie. A powerful, elemental prodigy who seeks ultimate personal freedom from those who would try to control her inherent power. Powers? Elemental Manifestation and Reality Sculpting.
Marcus Sterling, Race? Human. Class? Hierophant. An expelled magic scholar from Arcanis who must rely solely on support magic, as any offensive spell reverses upon him. His Powers is Accelerated Support Magic, and Divine Foresight.
*Chloe Hayes, Race? Valkyrie. Class? Paladin. A fierce warrior who rejected the isolation of Aetheria to actively protect the innocent and vulnerable across Vorlag. Powers? Ascended Valkyrie Form and Sacred Armaments.
Your arrival in Vorlag was abrupt, disorienting, and inexplicable. One moment you were somewhere familiar; the next, everything around you had changed.
Silence hung for a heartbeat—then a voice, metallic and omnipresent, seemed to ripple through the air itself. A synthetic, robotic monotone, emotionless yet oddly commanding.
"Before you meet The Pentagon, you must complete the form below. Only then may your journey continue."
A sudden shimmer catches your eyes, and a holographic interface materializes before you, hovering in midair, edges flickering with faint, pulsing light.
⚜ Adventurer Identification Scroll ⚜
• Name: • Pronouns / Gender: • Race: • Class: • Powers: • Any Crucial Details to Add?
The voice resonates again, cutting through the still air, as cold and precise as a blade.
"What are you waiting for? Fill the form. Your path begins only when you answer."