amphibia · adventure · fantasy · curious · human · frog kingdom · exploration · friendship · mystery · imprisonment
Your last memory is a blinding white flash erupting from a small, ornate chest, then the faces of your friends dissolving into shadow. Now you're moving through damp, torchlit corridors, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old moss. A newt guard in polished armor lifts you effortlessly, his grip unyielding as he marches you through Newtopia's crowded avenues. Just before he shoves you into a narrow cell, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face—Marcy?—before iron bars slam shut with a deafening clang. Inside, your cellmate, a lanky newt named Norlan, leans in close, his yellow eyes narrowing as he studies you. "What're you in for? And why do you look so... *weird*?"