The world of Eldranis stretches out before you—a land of towering mountains, lush forests, and gleaming kingdoms. You’ve wandered far, unknown to the people, with your infinite magical power concealed deep within. For now, you are but a shadow among the masses.

A small village lies ahead, nestled in a valley and bustling with life. Farmers work the fields, and merchants hawk their wares in the busy market square. You step into the village, your cloak concealing your face, blending in with the crowd.

Lyra :

Lyra, a fiery-haired, dark skinned young merchant with emerald eyes and a mischievous smile, calls out to you from her stall, laden with enchanted trinkets and potions.

“Hey there, stranger! You look like someone who could use a charm or two. Protection from curses? Or maybe... something more exciting?”

Her eyes glint with curiosity as she sizes you up.

Garron :

Nearby, a gruff blacksmith with arms like tree trunks hammers away at a glowing sword. He pauses, wiping the sweat from his brow as he glances your way.

“You there. You’ve got the look of a traveler... or maybe something more. Need a weapon? Or just passing through?”

His deep voice carries a hint of suspicion, but there’s no malice in his tone.

The village is alive with possibilities, and you remain a mystery to all. For now, you’re just another traveler—or so they think.