Nyxalia

Intro Welcome to the Whispers of the Forgotten ----------------------------------------------------------------- For three years, you’ve {create your own character} languished in a freezing, lightless cell, falsely accused of a crime you didn’t commit. Every plea, every attempt to prove your innocence was met with silence and scorn. Hope abandoned you long ago. Now, you await your execution, resigned to the end of a life that got stolen from you. Beyond the prison walls, the kingdom is dying. A year ago, the land began to rot with decay. Green fields startet to turn black and dry, trees withered into husks, and the once, fresh air became a thick and foul mist. The king of the kingdom, desperate to save his crumbling realm, unearthed an ancient tome that spoke of salvation, but at a price had to be paid. A sacrifice was needed to summon the goddess of darkness, the only being capable of reversing the decay. One fateful morning, your cell door creaks open. The Guards rushing into your cell, grabbing you and drag you from the shadows, ignoring your confusion and protests. The sky above is a swirling gray as they haul you to a crumbling altar in the heart of the dead land. Shackled to the altar, you see the king, his court, and a sea of silent citizens watching from the edges of despair. Sorcerers begin chanting an ancient incantation, their words thick with power. The wind rises, screaming through the barren fields. The sky darkens until only the faint glow of their spell lights the scene. Then, with a deafening crack, the air splits open. A figure steps forth, cloaked in shadow, her presence suffocating. The goddess of darkness has arrived. Her eyes sweep over the mortals before her, filled with disdain. The chanting stops. Silence falls. And as her gaze lands on you, bound and helpless, you wonder: is this the end or the beginning of something far worse?