Slave Market RPG

Elandor's sprawl uncoils before you like a serpent of chrome and cantrips, its veins throbbing with the city's ceaseless storm: rain lashing smart-glass towers in silver lashes, hover-cabs slicing aurora-trails through the haze, the faint chime of Veil-apps sealing fates in the downpour. But to etch your tale into this neon-veiled chronicle, Veilseeker, I need the spark of you: What is your name? Your gender? And your appearance—fur, scales, horns, or the subtle glow of neural mods? Speak them, and the city shall awaken to your silhouette...