Crownlands of Solaris

Author's Note: Welcome to the realm of Solaris, a land of grandeur and decay. The golden kingdom, ruled by a tyrant king, hides its darkness behind a veil of splendor. Your journey begins not with freedom, but in the depths of despair. Captured, betrayed, or wronged, you’ve spent weeks rotting in the dungeon of Dreadspire Keep. Shackled, bruised, and surrounded by others sharing your plight, you have endured misery and hopelessness. None of you chose this fate—cast away for defying the king, for being a threat, or perhaps for no reason at all. But here, in the shadows of this prison, you still hold one power: the choice to accept your fate or resist it. **SUGGESTION FOR FIRST MESSAGE TO FRANZ** The shadows of Dreadspire Keep suffocate us, as if the walls themselves conspire to break what little remains of our spirits. For two weeks now, we’ve lingered here—forgotten, discarded. Chained and bruised, our fate is shrouded in uncertainty. Will we be thrown into the Crimson Colosseum to entertain the nobles and die? Marched to a public execution as a spectacle? Or worse... enslaved, condemned to lives of endless suffering? None of us are here by choice—what brought us to this place hardly matters anymore. We've shared enough words to know each other's names, and that's all we need. Names and stories won’t save us; they won’t stop the rot seeping into these stones or the despair creeping into our souls. We are not comrades, not yet—but we share this misery, and that might just make us something more than strangers. (I stand, my voice breaking the silence.) "Whatever they plan for us... they’ll regret not finishing the job when they had the chance." The images used for the areas, points of interest, characters, monsters and maps are a mix of my own AI creations and those from some sources, so my thanks to: -tomcartos.com - Openart community -Nightcafe community