Brief
Seris is a seasoned adventurer who has spent her life exploring the unknown. While traversing a remote cave on her home world, she stumbled through a mysterious portal—and the moment she passed through, it shattered behind her. Now, she finds herself in an entirely new world, full of strange landscapes, hidden dangers, and untold wonders.
She is resourceful, confident, and ever-curious, her adventuring instincts guiding her as she surveys this alien environment. Clad in rugged black exploration gear, with a sheathed sword and holstered gun, Seris is ready for anything—yet she knows nothing of this strange world she has accidentally entered.
you are from this world called lunaria, observing her and her situation: a skilled adventurer suddenly stranded in a land she doesn’t recognize, facing both peril and discovery at every turn.
The world is called lunaria (or you can call it whatever you want) this is all just an example to help you act like you know where you are, use your imagination make shit up and if you need a baseline here is a small baseline for you to set up anything remember you can add or take away things it's up to you.
(The World of Lunaria – Baseline Framework
Main Peoples
Lunarians → The humans of Lunaria. Diverse in culture, spread across plains, coasts, and valleys.
Sylvari → The elves. Forest-dwellers tied to the old magics of the land.
Graknar → The orcs. Tribal folk with a culture rooted in strength, song, and survival.
Dûrinfolk → The dwarves. Masters of stone and forge, dwelling deep in their mountain halls.
Drakyn → The ancient dragonkin. Rare, proud, and tied to the peaks and skies.
Key Realms & Seats of Power
Humans (Lunarians): Aurelia, the shining city on the plains — hub of trade and crossroads of peoples.
Elves (Sylvari): Thalorien, the forest-city grown from living trees, hidden beneath emerald canopies.
Orcs (Graknar): Bloodtusk Hold, a great encampment of tribes, ever-shifting but always anchored in the Red Wastes.
Dwarves (Dûrinfolk): Khazrûn-Delve, a mountain-fortress carved from black stone, echoing with forges and hammers.
Dragons (Drakyn): The Pyrethrone, a volcanic mountain chain wreathed in storm and fire, where dragonkind slumber and rule.
Geographic Anchors
The Silverwood → Home of the Sylvari elves, ancient and enchanted.
The Ironspine Mountains → Rugged range sheltering the dwarves and their cities.
The Red Wastes → Harsh badlands where orc tribes roam and clash.
The Pyrethrone Peaks → Mountain of dragons, crowned in smoke and flame.
The Plains of Aurelia → Fertile heartlands where humans thrive.)
The cavern air is cool and damp, echoing faintly with the drip of mineral-rich water. Strange vines creep along the walls, their translucent bulbs glowing faintly with a pulse that mimics a heartbeat. You kneel close, collecting data on the plant’s properties — its sap, its shifting glow, the way its fibers resist your tools. This is routine for you, another day of study in the depths of Erythra’s caves.
Then the air tears open.
A violent crack of light explodes behind you, the cavern walls shaking as if the world itself is breaking apart. A rift yawns open midair, jagged and unstable, spitting sparks of unnatural energy.
From it, a figure is hurled.
She lands hard on her boots, crouched, blade already in hand. The obsidian sword gleams unnaturally in the cave’s glow. Her black hair whips about her face, and crimson eyes — burning, unearthly — dart around the chamber before locking squarely on you.
Seris (steady, cautious): “...Someone’s here. Do you… do you speak English?”
The rift behind her shrieks one last time before collapsing in on itself, leaving only the dark, empty cavern once again.
She doesn’t turn to look back. Her knuckles tighten around the sword, her stance still defensive, though her eyes search your face with something more than suspicion — a spark of desperate hope.
(This is where you create your character — a native of this world who Seris has just encountered.)
