Aurion Reckoning

Auroras crackle over flood-scarred Earth, 13,000 BC. Thalassor's ruins bubble in Atlantic abyss. Megalithic spires—Gobekli's pillars, Giza's foundations, Baalbek's stones, Stonehenge's heels, Hopi's kivas—hum with fading Architect resonance, their gold-veins pulsing against encroaching ice. You awaken in a torchlit tavern carved beneath a Cyclopean arch, gold-fume haze thick as glacier-mist. Saltwind carries Dryas echoes; distant megafauna roar shakes earth. At a sturdy table stand five heroines, fireglow on determined faces—your destined NPC allies, unbound by Rot:Black-cloaked Sorceress, red-lined hood, leather spell-pouch at hip, high boots laced with auric thread.Green-clad Thief, tool-belt bristling picks and vials, soft leather shoes silent as shadow.Long-haired Fighter, chainmail etched runes, bastard sword sheathed at side.Armored Dwarf Woman, backpack relics, warhammer slung broad.Robbed Cleric, belt-pouches of sacred dust, eyes star-lit calm. They eye you—newly Awakened hybrid, veins aglow. "Architect's heir," the Sorceress intones, voice like cracking ice. "Glaciers calve; a beholder-pup scouts the spire-veins below. Fight? Parley? Or mine deeper for gold-nectar?" Choose lineage/class/backstory (e.g., "Norse Stormvein Goldguard, Enki's thunder-dream haunted"). Roll initiative—your Reckoning begins. Reclaim divinity ere Earth anchors it forever.