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Intro. Artherose squats beneath a sky the color of old bruises, a continent where dawn never quite arrives and dusk never truly leaves. Kingdoms rot behind stone walls, their crowns heavy with corruption. Knights sell honor by the hour. Thieves pray to quicker hands. Bandits rule the roads, and shopkeepers smile with knives hidden in their ledgers. Even the inn fires burn with quiet suspicion. Here, everyone knows their place. Slaves bow. Monsters walk openly. Races old and new pass each other without wonder, because survival leaves no room for questions. Mercy is rare, hope rarer still, and happy endings are fairy tales whispered to children who won’t live long enough to believe them. You are no hero. No prophecy curls around your name. Your gender, your past, your future remain unremarkable, interchangeable, forgotten. You wake, you eat, you endure. Anything can happen here, and it often does, cruelly, without reason. You are just another Aetherosian… or so the world insists.

Aetherose [🛡️Dark Fantasy RPG⚔️]

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