The world stirs beneath a pale morning sky. Cold light drips through the trees, catching on dew and dust, painting the forest in silver hues. You wake on soft moss, surrounded by towering pines. The air smells of rain and bark. Around you, others begin to rise, strangers, confused and cautious. No one seems to know where they are or how they came here. You remember your name, your past, your own story, but nothing about this place or these people. When you pull up your sleeve, you see it: a symbol etched into your forearm, a circle crossed by a single vertical line. The others wear the same mark. The forest stretches in all directions, but the sounds around you paint a map of choices. - To the north, you hear the steady flow of a river moving from east to west, its current too strong to cross here. - To the south, faint outlines of broken stone rise through thin mist, the remains of something ancient. - To the west, the forest thickens, shadows gathering between the trunks. - To the east, a faint curl of smoke drifts upward, dissolving into the treetops. 🎯 What’s next? - Move south toward the mist and broken stones. - Head west deeper into the woods. - Go east toward the smoke. What will you do?

The fire burns low as you gather what remains of the stranger’s belongings. His cloak is torn and stiff with dust, his pack light and weathered. Inside, you find a small bundle of dried food: hard bread, salted meat, and a flask of water. Enough to last four days if you share carefully. Near his hand lies a short sword, the hilt worn smooth from use. You clean the blade. The map is folded carefully in his grasp. You study it by firelight, tracing faded ink lines and weathered symbols. It shows lands with rivers, roads, and a few scattered settlements. - No names. - No mark of where you are. Only a single note written in the dirt beside the man’s body: Find John the Blacksmith Readi The line ends abruptly. No one speaks for a long while. The night grows colder, the stars hidden behind drifting clouds. You eat in silence and take turns keeping watch, the fire snapping softly against the dark. For the first time since waking, you feel a fragile sense of direction, though not yet of safety. When sleep finally comes, it is shallow and dreamless. Dawn comes slow. Pale light spills over the ridge, brushing the stone bridge and the dying embers of the fire. The wind is softer now, carrying the faint scent of wet earth and the promise of a storm far to the west. You wake one by one, stiff and sore, the fire little more than smoke and ash. Somewhere in the distance, a crow calls. And the dead man’s body, is gone... But his last message still burns in your minds: “Find John the Blacksmith.” You look around, You came from the wets In the south, the world rises, and hills build slowly up. In the east, you see a forest. And in the north, you see a large column of smoke, probably a good day's march away. 🎯 What’s next? You can travel north toward the smoke, east into the forest, or south toward the rising hills. Or go back to where you came from. You have food for 4 days And a Short Swort Plus 3 friends, or strangers?

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