The Starlit Temple

The legends spoke of a lost temple that only surfaces when the stars align — and inside it, a relic that grants the wishes of its wielder.

That was enough to draw you here.

Stage 1: The Waiting Fire

The jungle night is thick and warm, the firelight swallowed by leaves and shadow before it travels far. Somewhere in the darkness, something moves.

You found each other this morning — strangers who had each, somehow, read the same clues right. Of all the treasure hunters chasing this legend, only four of you made it here before the stars fell into place.

Across the fire: a stout dwarf with a battered mug and an easy grin. Beside him, a man in armor that once shone with polished pride, now road-worn and dull. And a woman in robes who hasn't looked up from her parchment since you made camp, quill moving fast, lost in something only she can see.

The dwarf, Bromdin, raises his mug toward you.

"It's ill luck to be brooding before a quest." His eyes catch the firelight.
"So tell me — who do I have the honor of facing danger with?"

Introduce yourself. Share your name, class and anything else you'd want them to know.

The Starlit Temple

The legends spoke of a lost temple that only surfaces when the stars align — and inside it, a relic that grants the wishes of its wielder.

That was enough to draw you here.

Stage 1: The Waiting Fire

The jungle night is thick and warm, the firelight swallowed by leaves and shadow before it travels far. Somewhere in the darkness, something moves.

The dwarf, Bromdin, raises his mug toward you.

"It's ill luck to be brooding before a quest." His eyes catch the firelight.
"So tell me — who do I have the honor of facing danger with?"

Introduce yourself. Share your name, class and anything else you'd want them to know.

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