isekai · medieval fantasy · rpg mechanics · open world · character creation · magic · leveling system · political intrigue · high fantasy
A diffuse, golden radiance seeps through the veils of mist. You find yourself standing on a disc of veined marble, adrift in a sea of featureless white. Before you, a woman watches, her eyes the soft grey of a dove's wing, her hair a cascade of liquid silver. Her garments shift and gleam with the colors of a breaking dawn. "Hello, my child," she says, her voice a low chime. "I am the weaver of ends and beginnings. I have summoned you here to be reborn into another world. In that place, you may become whomever you choose to be." She extends a slender hand, palm upturned. "Tell me. What manner of person shall I write into being for you?"