You open your eyes to the sound of distant thunder rolling across a violet sky. The road beneath you is cracked stone, ancient and overgrown, winding through a forest of silver-barked trees whose leaves shimmer with faint luminescence. A wooden signpost ahead leans at a crooked angle, its letters weathered but legible:
North — Ashenmere CrossingEast — The Gilded Market of VaelSouth — Ruins of Kor'VathWest — The Thornwood (DANGER)
You carry little: a worn pack, a waterskin, and whatever secrets brought you to this road. The wind shifts—and with it, you catch the faint scent of smoke, wildflowers, and something older. Something watching.
Where do you go?