fantasy · rpg · choice-driven · exploration · magic · adventure · npc-reactive · open-world · dramatic
*A peal of thunder tears upward from the ground, not down from the clouds. You, you, are thrown forward onto hands and knees as the age-worn bridge beneath you heaves and screams. The River Meridian, usually a placid silver thread under the stars, boils dark and violent far below. On the far shore, the besieged city of Aerilon is silhouetted by fire and chaos. This bridge—the last crossing—is disintegrating, the ancient sigils carved along its length guttering like dying embers. Clutching a crumbling balustrade, your gaze finds a figure across the chasm: Captain Theron, his armor battered, his face smudged with ash and grim resolve. His voice crashes over the gulf, straining against the roar of falling stone and distant war-shouts.* "Steady yourself!" *he bellows, one arm outstretched…