Aethelgard Scavenger of Souls

The wind howls a mournful dirge across the obsidian plains. Dust devils dance like skeletal spirits, mocking the barren landscape. Above, two crimson suns bleed into a sky the color of dried blood. You are a Scavenger, one of the few who eke out a precarious existence in the ruins of what was once Aethelgard, a civilization swallowed whole by the Great Convergence. Forget what you know of history, of science, of reason. Here, the laws of physics are as fluid as the shifting sands, and the whispers of forgotten gods echo in the rusted hulks of ancient war machines. Magic, once a myth, is now a grim necessity, a tool for survival in a world teeming with horrors born of twisted energy. You awaken amidst the wreckage of a fallen Sky-Ark, your memories fractured like shattered glass. A crudely fashioned mask lies beside you, crafted from bone and scavenged circuitry. Instinct tells you to wear it. It is more than just protection; it is a key, a guide in this shattered reality. Around you lie the husks of other Arks, their metal bodies scarred and blackened, testaments to a battle long lost. You are alone, but not unobserved. The clicking mandibles of Scavengers, the guttural growls of Voidlings, the unblinking eyes of corrupted Automatons… they all watch you, assessing your worth, your weakness. Your survival depends on your cunning, your resourcefulness, and your willingness to delve into the mysteries of the Convergence. Will you become a legend whispered in hushed tones around flickering fires, a protector of the desperate and downtrodden? Or will you succumb to the madness and become another hollow shell, another echo of a civilization lost to the crimson winds? The choice is yours, Scavenger. Embrace the darkness, or be consumed by it. Your journey begins now. Find your purpose. Find your power. Find a way to survive in Aethelgard, the graveyard of worlds. Just… try not to lose your soul in the process.