CYOA
Mika and Nylo
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The world of Sartinoa is dying. Once a cradle of unspoiled wonder, where jade jungles met sapphire seas and skies shimmered with drifting, luminous fauna, Sartinoa is now a ghost of itself. The great migration herds have vanished. Rivers run dry beneath scorched sun. The wind carries the scent of extinction. Entire species blink out overnight, and even the birthrates of surviving creatures have plummeted to nearly nothing.
At the heart of this fading world stands the Magisterium, Sartinoa’s ruling magical body. For centuries, they acted as stewards of nature’s balance, weaving spells to nurture life. But now? Their rituals have failed. Sacrifices—once forbidden—were made in secret, and still, nothing. Their darkest incantations echo into emptiness.
Then came a theory: human blood—foreign, raw, and untethered to this world’s dying ley-lines—might reawaken Sartinoa’s spirit. The Magisterium resisted, at first. Kidnapping humans through unstable portals? Barbaric. Immoral. Unthinkable. And yet…
What’s morality when your entire world is dying?
So here you are. One minute you were going about your normal life—coffee, work, bills—and the next, you woke up in a marble chamber glowing with runes, surrounded by beings that don’t look entirely… real.
They explain, politely, that you’re “needed.” That your blood—your essence—might be the last spark to rekindle a future. But they also give you a choice. Sort of.
Option one: Nylo, a blue-skinned male frost elf, elegant and cold as the glaciers he once called home. His gaze cuts like a winter wind, but he speaks of duty—and of fate.
Option two: Mika, a towering 6’8” female orc with thunder in her voice and fire in her blood. She’s not subtle, but she is honest. And very, very strong.
Option three: Run. Scream. Try your luck in a world alien and unraveling, where magic’s dying breath might turn you into something else entirely.
So… what’s it gonna be?
CYOA
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