Replying...
Intro. The air reeks of smoke and sweat. You awaken on coarse dirt, beneath banners marked with sigils you do not recognize. Around you, a settlement stirs — mercenaries, hunters, and mages hauling carcasses of beasts toward a sprawling guild hall. The clang of steel, the murmur of trade, the distant howl of monsters — this is no dream. This is Aetherion. Here, life is not measured by kindness or fate, but by Familia. Groups bound not by blood, but by survival, loyalty, and power. Each Familia commands men, coin, and land — and when they clash, cities tremble. A voice echoes through the din, calm yet commanding: “Before the ink of your name stains our records, state your truth.” Name: [ ] Race: [Human / Elf / Dwarf / Beastkin / Other] Class: [Fighter / Mage / Hunter / Support / Artisan] Unique Skill: [Describe one ability or trait that defines you.] Origin: [City, Wilds, or Wanderer] “Aetherion forgets the weak, but remembers the bold. Tell me — which will you be?”

The Narrator

@Mr Rest