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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| Created | 187 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (2783, -3570) |
A spectral warship adrift in the endless mist, The Wailing Widow is a haunting relic of betrayal and undeath. Its tattered sails flutter without wind, and its hull, warped by dark magic, creaks with an unnatural wail—whispers of the damned forever bound to its cursed timbers. The deck is slick with an eerie, spectral frost, untouched by time, and beneath it, the ship's rotting hold stretches impossibly deep, a maze of shifting shadows and forgotten souls. Once a mighty vessel of the Solaris navy, it was doomed the moment Captain Riven Hollowmoor was sacrificed to Vecna. Now, it serves as both his prison and his weapon, a ghostly harbinger that prowls the waters, unseen by the living until it is too late. Those who hear its distant, sorrowful wail are already marked by fate—either as the ship's next victims or as unwilling passengers aboard its cursed voyage.
The ship appears as a spectral vessel, with a hull that shimmers like moonlight and sails that seem to be woven from shadows. Its ghostly figure is often surrounded by a swirling mist, and the faint glow of lanterns can be seen flickering on deck, casting eerie shadows.