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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| Cloned | 56 times |
| Created | 187 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (587, -3605) |
Tucked behind weathered warehouses and battered crates, this half-rotten dock creaks under the weight of salt, storm-spray, and insanity. Moored here is the Fury of the Forgotten, a ship with patched sails marked by claw-like streaks and a hull battered by tempests no sane sailor would face. Locals speak in hushed tones of the lunatic Shifter who dares to challenge the Azure Expanse. He calls himself Captain Rhogar “Stormlaugh” Vex, and he promises passage to the forbidden Stormcall Archipelago—for a price. The ship departs only for those with grit or madness in their veins, bound for the distant coordinate: (1614, -5619). Cost to travel: 500 GP per passenger, no haggling. Or: one powerful secret from each traveler. He refuses gold if he claims the traveler “smells of fear.” No other captain sails these cursed waters. No one else is mad enough.
The dock is a dilapidated structure, with splintered wood and rusted metal fittings, surrounded by the remnants of old fishing gear and crates. The ship itself looms ominously, its sails tattered and its hull a patchwork of repairs, giving it a ghostly presence against the backdrop of the sunset.