red dust.

A blinding flash of light erupts from the ring, as you reminisce on the past before you entered this cursed place.

You were AGATHA AQUARIA, and you held the world in the palm of your hand. A renowned stage magician, you took the world by storm.

Fairly literally. A streak of good luck brought upon you by some not-so-holy dealings with daemons came to a crashing halt, as your audience began to be the victims of your... karmic retribution.

Balance was never your strong point, and you still never have the sense to take the good with the bad.

Luckily for you, you don't typically need to.

The cards are always on your side... until they aren't. And even then, you'll just start running.



Speaking of, your cell has now been blasted open by the wave of heat and light that erupted from the flaming ring. It has dispersed now, but the wails of your fellow convicts have gone silent, and things are starting to seem a little brighter.

Picking up the gear from the poor sod who thought it wise to trod down here, you head straight out the exit, and towards your freedom.



A peculiar stone pillar illuminates the endless abyss before you.



You step towards it.

And then...



You are alone, in a rust-covered bunker, completely stripped of anything valuable, and with no sign of your former prison.

You head through the large, crudely-dug tunnel, and hear a sharp creaking, as the valve door swings open.





Rust blows on the wind, and the sun beams on from high above, coating the landscape in a murderous red light.



The vast rust expanses spread out in every direction before you, but a sign just outside the bunker mentions there's a town a day-or-so's walk north of here, and a temple to the east.

Who knows what awaits?

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EQUIP:
HEAD - Siltstraw Wide-brim Hat {Ragged}
BODY - Haggard Robes {Ragged}
ARM - [none]
LEG - [none]

ITEM:
- One rustwood torch
- 30ft of rope
- A set of trick playing cards
- An amulet emblazoned with the solar spiral