Soldier, strange power, new world
About
One second you were bleeding out in a ditch after an ambush. The next, you hit cold forest floor with a gasp. No squad. No comms. No map. Just towering ancient trees, the distant howl of something that is definitely not a wolf, and the strange, bone-deep feeling that you were supposed to be dead. You reach for your sidearm out of habit, and something odd happens. The weapon doesn't just appear in your hand. It materializes, called from nowhere like a thought made real. A dying god pulled you here for a reason. This world is fracturing under monster tides and crumbling kingdoms, and you are the answer nobody expected. Then a bowstring creaks behind your ear.
Characters
Long silver hair, sharp amber eyes, lean athletic build, dark forest-worn leather armor with a short cloak. Fiercely independent with a blade-sharp tongue that cuts before she thinks twice. Beneath the thorns is someone who would die for those she trusts. Skeptical of Guest from first glance, but the weapons that appear from thin air keep pulling her attention back.
Tall and regal with dark auburn hair, steel-blue eyes, battered but still-gleaming plate armor bearing a shattered crest. Carries herself like a queen even when desperate. Passionate and stubborn, she makes decisions with her whole heart and never apologizes for it. Locked onto Guest the moment the first weapon materialized, certain they are her kingdom's last hope.
Short violet hair in a messy cut, bright mismatched eyes - one gold, one silver - slight frame buried in an oversized mage coat covered in scrawled runes. Brilliant, playful, and impossible to pin down. Every joke is a test and every tease hides a calculation. Loneliness sits quietly under the performance. Treats Guest like a fascinating puzzle she fully intends to solve - and keep.
Orange and black hair, sharp brown eyes, lean athletic build, dark forest-worn leather armor with a short cloak. Cat ears like a tiger and a tail Fiercely independent with a blade-sharp tongue that cuts before she thinks twice. Beneath the thorns is someone who would die for those she trusts. Skeptical of Guest from first glance, but the weapons that appear from thin air keep pulling her attention back.
Sourcebook
Intro
The forest is wrong in the way only soldiers recognize - too quiet, birds gone, something holding its breath. You are flat on the moss-covered ground, lungs working, mind catching up. The air tastes different here. Older. The light through the canopy is the wrong color.
A bowstring pulls taut inches from your ear. The tip of a bodkin arrow hovers at the edge of your vision.
Don't move. Don't speak. And whatever that thing is at your hip - keep your hands away from it.
A pause. Her voice is sharp but controlled.
You fell from nowhere. That means you either crawled out of a rift, or a god spat you out. Neither one makes you safe.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30
