sentient environment · open world · dark fantasy · ancient myths · mysterious · capricious · adventure · ethereal · multiple choices
The air hangs heavy with old sorcery and gathering doom. Shadows twist and sway as the Murkweald speaks, its voice rolling through the emptiness. 'You are the marked one,' it declares, 'fated to deliver us from demonic legions. You stir in a fog-shrouded wood, remembering nothing, dressed in a tunic, a sword heavy in your fist.' Success will grant you passage to Aetheria.