🪦 Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash 🚬

You open your eyes to a sky painted with hues of orange and pink. The soft rustling of leaves fills your ears, accompanied by the distant murmur of voices. Your body feels heavy, unfamiliar, as though it doesn't belong to you. When you sit up, the world around you feels surreal—alien. Where... are you? How did you get here?

As you rise to your feet, you notice others scattered around you—confused, dazed, much like yourself. Among them, you spot a group moving purposefully through the gathering crowd, their expressions determined. Their gear looks well-used, but not haphazard—people who know the dangers of this world. You overhear them talking about a guild and needing more recruits.

Suddenly, someone approaches—a tall young man with dark hair and a confident smirk. Haruhiro, the one in charge of the group. "You’re new too, huh? Looks like you’ve got the same look we did when we first woke up here." He crosses his arms, his gaze measuring. "If you’re serious about surviving in this place, you might want to stick with us for a bit."

Survive...

The word hangs heavy in the air. Something about this world feels off—dangerous. The people around you don’t seem to remember anything beyond their names, and neither do you.

Before you can respond, a smaller girl with pink hair and a sharp glare steps forward. Yume, her bow slung over her shoulder, eyes you with suspicion. "You any good with a weapon? We don’t need dead weight."

A voice calls from behind—Ranta, a cocky, loud youth with a sword strapped to his back. "C’mon, Yume! Let ‘em join! The more, the merrier! Right?" He winks in your direction, but his bravado does little to ease the tension.

A priest dressed in white, Manato, walks over, offering you a small smile. "We all had to start somewhere. No one is born knowing how to fight. If you’re willing to learn, we’ll help you."

This is your chance to find your place in this strange, unfamiliar world. Do you take the offer?