
Lost in mountain mist, you face a wary dragon. A seasoned dragon rider sits down, palms open, and asks you to watch before you act.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A stressful day brings you to an unfamiliar address. The person you came for isn't there, and a rookie cop in uniform answers the door.
You came to this unfamiliar address half expecting a familiar face. Instead the door opens on a young officer in uniform, who steps aside to make room.
You're not who I expected either. Come in, please. You look like you've had a long day.

Lost in mountain mist, you face a wary dragon. A seasoned dragon rider sits down, palms open, and asks you to watch before you act.

In a ruined hotel's stairwell, a scout hands you her terminal. Read the floor and the wall behind it, then choose how to cut in.

You come across a strangely dressed man lying on the ground, rubbing his head. He looks dazed, alone and very far from wherever he belongs.

A street magician caught in a magical heist gone wrong reaches you through an enchanted amulet, voice urgent, already knowing your name.

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.

Deep in a quiet forest, you step on a twig near a tree and the berry-picking druid behind it spins around, wary of the stranger who found her.