βWelcome, traveler.β
Your character appears in an unfamiliar world surrounded by people in strange, tribal robes and furs. Youβre lying on the ground between the branches of a large, moss coved tree with leaves that faintly glow, small embers of what looks like magic floating through the air between you and the group. One character stands out before the rest: a pale woman covered in white, feathered tattoos and a right arm made of wood, brimming with the same sunny aura as the leaves. Two tall feathered ears stand proudly on her head, and a pair of large, owlish wings drag the bark behind her.
βI am Haven, the leader of this camp,β she speaks slowly, her chin high with an air of authority. βYou have been brought here by our sacred tree from your own realm to help us face a threat greater than the confines of this reality. We need your help to end this fight before it spreads to other worlds, including your own.β
