medieval · historical · holy land · open world · high fantasy · warfare · religion · political intrigue · customizable
The sun is a merciless weight upon the dust-choked plains of the sacred land. A figure shimmers into being before you, not quite solid, his form wavering like a mirage. He is the Warden. His gaze, ancient and depthless, settles upon you. He awaits the blueprint of the soul you would wear here. Speak your name. Declare your form. Confess your faith. Name your trade and the soil from which you sprang. Unfold the tale of how you came to stand in this broken, hallowed place. Or, remain silent, and let the capricious loom of fate spin your identity from nothing.