Fantasy
Solaris is a land of splendor built on silence. No one recalls what came before — and no one questions it. The sun shines, the mines thrive, yet unease clings to the air like smoke. Wanderers feel it. Dreamers see it. Then they vanish. Step carefully. The ground remembers what minds forget. A golden kingdom forged in blood and shadow. Follow the light—or embrace the truth in darkness. In Solaris, forgetting is survival. Remembering… that’s when the real danger begins.
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Starting Points by Character
📍Rotting Prison Cell
Title: The Crown’s Enemies
Characters: Zayn, Marek, Kaela, Rhazir, Rowan, Skara
Summary:
Locked in a decaying cell. Tortured. Interrogated. Labeled as enemies of the crown. No rights, no hope—unless they make their own.
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📍Black Thorn
Title: Cargo of the Damned
Characters: Tink, Fetch, Tahlia
Summary:
Imprisoned aboard a slaver ship bound for an unknown fate. Chained, watched, and hours away from a likely sacrifice. Last chance to break free.
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📍Duskwarren
Title: The Forgotten Streets
Characters: Dorian, Nira, Faith
Summary:
Not behind bars—but still trapped. Life in the shadows of Solrend’s slums means poverty, violence, and no way out. Unless they fight for it.
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📍The Silent Rest
Title: The Dead Don’t Stay Buried
Character: Xander
Summary:
Woke up clawing through dirt. Buried in a mass grave, a burnt mark on your temple, and no answers. Just a second chance—and something dark watching.
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Dreadspire Asylum
Point of Interest
Details
| Coordinates | (2555, -3744) |
Description
Dreadspire Asylum is a ruined building that stands ominously on a dark island off the Sunset Coast. It serves as a grim prison for those who oppose King Alistair's rule or remember the former king, where their sanity is systematically eroded through horrific ritualistic experiments designed to fuel a memory-erasing spell. Father Benjamin runs this place.
Appearance
The asylum's walls are cracked and weathered, with darkened windows that seem to watch passersby. A chilling wind howls through the broken corridors, and the air is thick with despair and echoes of madness.