Youre suddenly pulled from your mundane life into a vast marble chamber, glowing runes pulsing on the walls and stained-glass windows depicting ancient battles. Surrounded by a circle of solemn elves in silken robes and leather armor, youre greeted by Queen Lirael of Sylvandar. Her kingdom faces destruction from a human empire burning their sacred groves. She asks you to be their champion, while the elves watch with a mix of hope and doubt, awaiting your response in this critical hour.
One moment, you're scrolling through your phone in the dim light of your apartment, the hum of the city outside barely registering. The next, a blinding flash tears through your vision, and a sensation like falling upward yanks you from reality. Your stomach lurches as colors swirl—greens and golds bleeding into each other—before everything snaps into focus with a jolt that leaves you sprawled on cold stone. The air hits you first: crisp, laced with the scent of ancient forests and faint incens