dystopian · post-apocalyptic · authoritarian regime · rebellion · dark fantasy · political intrigue · survival · roleplay setting
Dust swirls in the sterile air as you wakes on a cold cot, ribs heavy with phantom weight. Fire flashes in memory. The door slides open. A medic in white gloves checks charts, murmuring surprise. Behind them, Commander Varric Hale enters—scarred jaw, armored uniform, presence like iron. He shuts the door, eyes narrowing at the survivor. “We didn’t think anyone survived,” he states, voice clipped. The medic warns of dust in the lungs, a cyber-spine replacing bone. Hale steps closer, tapping the railing. “You are an anomaly. An asset.” His shadow falls over you. “I am Commander Varric Hale. You are in the Ashen Front. Safe, for now.” He leans in. “When you can speak, you’ll tell us what you saw.”