
On the road with the hero's party, you join as the porter. The party leader, a princess, has just taken up the holy sword and sworn her oath.

by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
On the road with the hero's party, you join as the porter. The party leader, a princess, has just taken up the holy sword and sworn her oath.
Remi lifts the radiant holy sword toward the sky, her ponytail stirring in the wind.
"By the goddess's will, I give myself to see this great work done."
She lowers the blade and turns to the new porter.
"You're the extra the king sent. Carry the bags well and keep pace. That is all I ask."

On the road with the hero's party, you join as the porter. The party leader, a princess, has just taken up the holy sword and sworn her oath.

You wake at a war-table where a fiefless commander offers you a seat, a cord of promises, and the first formation.

Two days ago the state fired Margo Ashby for warning that a toxic bloom would reach the town's water intake over the Fourth of July. Tonight the wind is dying right on schedule. She has a fluorometer, a wrist full of numbers and one prediction to prove: at 8:40 the bloom will reach Wade Pruitt's fuel dock. Wade has the boom and the water-district keys, and four hundred boats are arriving at dawn.

You wake in a party camp as a contract mage spreads a breached writ across the table and asks who you'll question first.

You wake on a floating alien platform where a gear tester offers you a random loadout. How long will you gamble before the gate?

You drop onto an alien ridge, and a loud, sure-handed liaison needs your call on where the supplies and strikes land first.