Fantasy

Crownlands of Solaris

Sigaojao

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.

Author's Note: 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. ⸻ 📍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. ⸻ 📍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. ⸻ 📍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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Duskwarren

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(1626, -2505)

Description

Duskwarren is a grim and neglected slum, hidden in the very shadow of Solcrest Palace, pressed against the city's towering walls. Cramped alleys weave through makeshift shanties, where filth and desperation cling to every corner. Yet, despite the oppression, its people stand together—a community forged in hardship. Here, the outcasts of Solaris find refuge: oppressed races, forsaken souls, and even wandering constructs, rumored to be remnants of Adam Farrel’s genius. With his disappearance, Duskwarren feels his absence more than ever, as both his inventions and his defiance once offered hope to those forgotten by the golden city.

Appearance

The buildings are made of crumbling stone and rotting wood, with makeshift roofs patched together from scraps. The streets are muddy and littered with debris, and the faint sounds of distant laughter from the palace contrast sharply with the somber atmosphere of Duskwarren.