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 |
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Coordinates | (2544, -1566) |
A winding tunnel leads to a remote section of the mine, where a strange golden vein pulses with an unnatural glow. The slaves are forced to dig here. But sometimes when 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.