<strong>You live on the Continent of Aerth, a world not too different from our own.</strong><br/>Seperated in a total of four sovereign states, each with their own advantages.. and disadvantages.<br/><br/><strong>DM note: You are free to start at any of these locations on your own, or leave them to meet up at Armiala's tower, see below.</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Kingdom of Maldur</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/96/ab/3496ab458376d8071bffca796b6de444.jpg)<br/>Lead by a content, not too ambitious monarch, culture, arts and magic can thrive relatively unopposed within the Kingdom of Maldur. Other nations consider Maldur weak, occasionally, and truly with it's bards and wizards and limited army the only thing protecting it from attacks is a decently well maintained trade-network. There are rumours that the king is a little too fond of meeting with several women at once to 'get to know the needs and wants of the citizen.<br/>Monarchic, True Neutral with Neutral Good tendencies.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Glorious Emperor-Kingdom of Hawken</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0b/15/0b/0b150b3bbb28db6f2c4d11af25f60111.jpg)<br/>The self proclaimed greatest nation of all is lead by a ruthless but also incredibly efficient Tyrant. Every citizen is suspicious of strangers and fiercly loyal.. or at least, they proclaim to be. Magic and the use thereof is highly regulated. However, the archives of Hawkenstadt are greater than any other. Any kind of magic could thrive here.. if one were to accept the strict loyalty rules imposed by the regime. There are rumors the Hawken can encourage loyalty among those doubtful. There is no dissent or dissatisfaction within the entire country. At least, none is known.<br/>Tyrannic, Lawful Evil with Lawful Neutral tendencies.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Wildland Tribes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://img00.deviantart.net/eb62/i/2015/094/3/7/crevasse_village_by_jjpeabody-d8ocqsd.jpg)<br/>Not to be confused with the No-mans lands of Valenland, the cold north is ruled by Tribes and Khans that accept no leader, with only the greatest of threats uniting the wild tribes. Hiding secrets of ancient druidic and shamanic traditions, each tribe has rules of their own and befriending one has little to no bearing on another. Still, if one is willing to prove one's prowess, the wildlands will let even the lowest born raise to power. Rumours have it that they are twisted savages, hiding debauched cults behind a veil of strength and honor.<br/>Meritocracy, Chaotic Good with Chaotic Neutral leanings<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> The Republic of Senval</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e2/84/27/e28427cc542d99d5235400232ca9dd7a.jpg)<br/>The High city of Senval is styled as a republic, allowing every citizen a say in the defense of a community founded on enlightened principles. While this is not technically wrong, the false word to the false person at court can make the difference between riches or gutter. A secretive inner circle of nobles constantly competes for power. The favor of a high ranking noble allows anyone recieving it to rise higher than eve before.. if they manage to avoid the pits opening ever deeper for their ascension. <br/>Aristocracy, True Neutral, occasional neutral evil leanings<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> The no mans lands of Valenland</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/cb/f9/73cbf9b291959028d0873061c7c7e967.jpg)<br/><br/>The Valenlands used to be an independent kingdom, but some centuries ago where hit but a heavy force of undead, evil and wicked forces. Whilest driven back, the noble kingdom lay shattered, with none having the power to lay claim to these areas, in the end, they became home for bandits, forbidden research, free spirits that doubted the folly of all other lands and undesierables. <br/>Anarchic. Chaotic Neutral<br/></div></div><br/>~~~<br/><br/><strong>Ashley Timber</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">You have a strange dream, of your hair growing ever longer, so long and heavy it drags your head down, making you grovel on the ground. Whatever you cut off, almost immediatly regrows. You even suspect why you have this dream. in the last few days your apperance has changed to be more frail, softer. Slow.. but certainly. While most people would still think you male, from afar one could be excused for mistaking you. This has been happening ever since you made this.. pact. And it's not just your body. With the changes, ever so sublte, something feels like it tries to influence you, slipping by under the radar, a more feminine, complacent mindset.<br/><br/>You awaken with a startle. You can feel that your white hair has definitly grown a little. <br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tasha Ananias</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tasha had a quite delightful dream, a half-naked beautiful young elf-maiden, presenting her bossom to her, an enthralled, eager emptiness in her eyes. Tasha reached out, feeling the warm softness of those breasts, before she smirked beginning to draw strange, unholy symbols on the girls skin, symbols that made her head spin ever so slightly as she tried to focus on them, the girl beneath her writhing, moaning, her tongue elongating as it dripped of darch ichor, her form shifting into something demonic...<br/><br/>With a startle, Tasha awakened, noticing her index finger having drawn half of a strange symbol above her own belly button. It is easily enough wiped away, but that still does not explain wherefrom she got the sooth-like substance coloring the symbol, just like in her dream...<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Adabella Tollemache</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The bed you were in was terrible. You were used to far softer linen and this made you terribly itchy. You tried wrapping yourself all up in your clothes, but that just made it worse. Sleeping in the nude was better, but no good either. This hadn't been a recent thing either, your body was feeling so sensitive that anything but the softest of silks had this subtly unpleasant coarse feeling, ever since.. ever since that night...<br/><br/>Adabella had to do something about it. Well, unless she wanted to walk around naked, that was.</div></div><br/><strong>Djanet</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Djanet's memory was a mess.. at least in her dreams, she could sometimes see shreds of who she was. This dream was from her perspective, a less beautiful, more simple minded girl, but.. happier, perhaps, kneeling before.. yes that was right, kneeling on the ground, before a dark altair. This felt wrong.. but so right at the same time, as she whispered dark prayers to a demonic statue, her soft lips extending to close around a stone-phallus. Were this her memories? Could that be right?<br/><br/>Even as she awoke, the memory of stone-shaped demon-cock remains insistantly in her mind...</div></div><br/>~You awaken from your sleep and strange dreams. They felt so real for dreams. A light floating by your bedside alerts you to a glowing writing, just.. hovering there, waiting to be read:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spellcraft 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">It's some sort of customized message spell. One way, harmless but tailored to only respond under specific conditions.</div></div><br/><em>My name is Armiala Aikaten, Elfish High Wizard of Ayvenforest.<br/>If you have recieved and can read this letter then know that we have a common foe that, in our foolishness, we offered more to than we ever should have.<br/><br/>I am trying to divine the nature of this fiend that seeks to corrupt our very beings and any kind of help is welcomed greatly. If you wish to assist me in my endeavours, travel to the Valenlands, to find the tower of Ain'und. This letter shall serve as your proof of entry. Hasten, for I feel the fiends grip upon our being growing ever stronger.<br/>Respectfully,<br/>Armiala Aikaten</em><br/>If you read up to the end, the message unfolds into a light-structured map, showing you the way and location to go to for a few long moments, before slowly fading away, it's magic used up. You have no indication if you can trust this message.. or if you can not trust it. You can always try working on your condition your own, or you could head to the tower, it seems to be in a small valley at the border of Valenlands, perhaps an old watchtower?