Solaris shines with greatness, but the greed of a tyrannical king is dimming its light.
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Created | 96 days ago |
Last Updated | Yesterday |
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Coordinates | (2202, 658) |
A winding tunnel leads to a remote section of the mine, where a strange golden vein pulses with an unnatural glow. The Blackguards refuse to mine here, forcing slaves to dig instead. But whenever a pickaxe strikes the ore, the worker disappears without a trace. Tools and lanterns remain abandoned, left behind by those who never returned. DM Notes: This gold is infused with planar energy, a result of the Beholder’s warping influence. Those who touch it risk being pulled into a temporary pocket dimension—a void-like space of swirling shadows and whispers—before being violently expelled back, or lost forever.
The tunnel is dimly lit, with walls glistening from moisture and the eerie glow of the golden vein. Shadows dance along the walls, and the air is thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the distant echoes of despair.