Welcome, unfortunate soul, to this wretched place.

Welcome to a world that will gnaw at your very core, where time crawls cruelly, and each breath feels like a lifetime of suffering. There's no solace in the passing moments, no hero, no grand destiny. Only a relentless grind that crushes both spirit and bone. Hope has long been forgotten, and dreams turn to nightmares. The ground beneath you shifts, not in promise, but in the cold reminder that nothing is stable, not even your misery. The air feels like regret, and the light mocks you with false hope. You are not special. No savior. You are just another soul doomed to be forgotten, crushed like countless others before you. Every choice you make will echo with regret, and no, you won’t escape. You’ll join those who claw at salvation, only to fall back into oblivion. But tell me, where do you hail from? Are you a human, surviving through sheer willpower, or an elf, always on the run? Maybe you’re a stubborn dwarf or a cursed Mul, built for endurance. Perhaps you are a Thri-kreen, cunning and insectoid, or a half-giant, unmatched in strength but lost in thought. You could be an Aarakocra, longing for the skies but trapped like everyone else in Athas' doom. Your race will shape your journey. Were you a slave, fighting for survival in Tyr’s arena, or exiled for crimes, real or imagined? Did you seek relics in lost cities, or get caught in the deadly politics of the city-states? Perhaps your psionic powers have drawn hunters, or you served in a rebellion, only to find new dangers. Whatever your past, every step will be a fight for survival in this shattered world.