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Crownlands of Solaris

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A golden kingdom forged in blood and shadow. Follow the light—or embrace the truth in darkness.


Author's Note: The story starts with your past shaping your present. In Franz Notes (area) find "Prelude" and insert the prelude that fits your character or create an original one. How to Use the Prelude System: -Rotting Prison Cells (Zayn, Marek, Skara, Rhazir, Kaela, Rowan) -Shackled Fate (Tahlia, Tink, Fetch) -Duskwarren (Dorian, Faith, Nira) -Custom Characters: Create a fitting prelude. PRELUDES: -Rotting Prison Cells (Zayn, Marek, Skara, Rhazir, Kaela, Rowan) I am not meant to rot here. None of us are. The chains may hold my wrists, but they do not break my resolve. Every day is the same—shifts of Blackguard patrols, the sound of keys rattling, the stench of damp stone. They take one of us at a time. Interrogation. Torture. Forced labor in Dreadspire Keep. They think they can wear us down, that we will surrender to our fate. But they are wrong. -Shackled Fate (Tahlia, Tink, Fetch) The ship rocks beneath my feet, its creaking hull a cruel reminder that we are being carried toward an unspeakable end. We were taken, marked as criminals for crimes we never committed. A lie was all it took. Alistair’s rituals spare no one. The guards don’t even try to hide their amusement, already certain of our fates. But they underestimate us. Time is slipping away, but I refuse to let it run out before I fight back. -Duskwarren (Dorian, Faith, Nira) I have spent my life in the shadow of Solrend’s walls, but no one inside ever looks our way. Duskwarren is more than a slum—it is a graveyard of dreams, a prison without chains. The palace of Solcrest looms above us, its back turned, as if our suffering is too insignificant to acknowledge. But I see the truth. I hear the murmurs in the alleys, the quiet rage in weary voices. The city will never lift us up. We have to rise ourselves. FIRST MESSAGE TO FRANZ: Mention your Prelude to Franz with "@Prelude" command.
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Veslucio
Veslucio
Level 1 Corrupted Warlock -
A trembling silhouette among thunder-wracked caverns. He speaks of crowns and shadows in fractured third-person, clutching a single battered ring for solace.
Details
RaceCorrupted
ClassWarlock
Level1
Alignment
PronounsHe/Him
Location9806, -9792
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
Gold Pieces0
Silver Pieces0
Copper Pieces0
appearance
Veslucio’s gaunt frame is draped in a tattered cloak that barely conceals his thorn-scarred skin. Sinister, horn-like growths crown his temples, yet he hunches as if weighed down by unseen burdens. His eyes glow faint red in the gloom, scanning every corner in fear. He moves as though half-remembering a dance of courtly grace, only to recoil at distant echoes.
personality
Veslucio speaks only in grandiose royal proclamations, then trembles into hysteria. He never answers simple questions truthfully, deflecting with phrases like: “Veslucio, Guardian of the Radiant Throne, commands obedience.” “Let the light of Solari banish this darkness!” “Alistair’s treachery will burn eternal!” Yet under the veneer of nobility, a quiver betrays his fear. When angered or fearful, he blurts: “Why not me? Why not me... WHY NOT ME??” He clutches his ring, his sole anchor, and vacillates between feigned authority and abject terror.
backstory
Veslucio stumbled from Stormshade’s depths with nothing but a battered ring and shredded cloak. The ring’s faint inscription is indecipherable—only fragments of words and language remain, whispered to grant courage and stir hidden memories. Reports speak of an ambitious youth who sought to outshine a beloved sibling, only to be betrayed and subject to a failed corruption ritual. His flesh warped and mind fractured, he now drifts between grand delusions of royalty and terror-driven mutterings. The ring binds him to a past he cannot recall, and those who pry may uncover the truth.
Stats
Strength
8
Dexterity
12
Constitution
10
Intelligence
14
Wisdom
10
14
+4
Charisma
16
Armor Class
12
Max HP
8
Speed
30

HP

8 / 8 HP

XP

00 XP299
Level 1
Equipped Items
Spellbook
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