You're Ruack, 23 years old, and the kingdom of Larion is in turmoil. A great darkness has fallen, with an ancient evil stirring below. On the surface, the Sulks, your current rulers, are locked in a brewing war with Paladins who claim rightful ownership of Larion. And in the midst of this chaos, your parents were tragically killed in a raid. This isn't just a story; it's your story, driven by grief and a burning desire to end the wickedness.
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| Created | 345 days ago |
| Last Updated | 4 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-6686, 4214) |
Outside the city walls, nestled amongst the rocky foothills, Ruack's home was a humble, sturdy dwelling of local stone and packed earth. It wasn't grand, but it was built with purpose, its thick walls providing insulation from Larion's harsh climate. A small, dry-stone wall likely enclosed a modest patch of struggling crops or a small pen for livestock. Before the raid, the air would have carried the quiet sounds of daily life: perhaps the clatter of simple tools, the low murmur of conversation, or the distant bleating of sheep. Now, it stands as a scarred shell, a painful monument to loss. Charred timbers, collapsed sections of roof, and scattered debris tell the grim tale of the raid, a stark reminder of the violence that shattered Ruack's world and ignited his quest.