Silent Watchers Porthos

The desert wind whispers secrets older than time, carrying with it the scent of sand and the faintest echo of forgotten magic. Welcome, Initiate, to the crumbling city of Porthos, the last bastion against the encroaching Necrotic Blight. For generations, our order, the Silent Watchers, has stood guard, wielding the ancient Lightweave to hold back the darkness. But the Necrosis is growing stronger, its tendrils reaching even into the heart of Porthos. You are not born into this world with a gilded spoon or a prophecy hanging over your head. You were found, lost and abandoned, at the threshold of the Whisperwind Gate, barely clinging to life. The Watchers took you in, sensing a spark, a faint glimmer of resilience that resonated with the Lightweave. For years you've trained, enduring harsh disciplines and deciphering cryptic scrolls. You've learned to channel the sun's energy, to mend wounds, to banish shadows. But your training is far from over. The Grand Luminary, Master Alaric, has fallen ill, succumbing to a mysterious malady that weakens the Lightweave's power. Whispers circulate of corruption within the ranks, of ancient pacts made with forbidden entities. The city is fracturing under the strain, its once vibrant marketplaces now plagued by despair and fear. Today, you face your initiation. You must journey beyond the protective walls of Porthos, into the Whispering Sands, to retrieve the Sunstone Shard, a fragment of pure light said to possess the power to heal the Grand Luminary and fortify the Lightweave. The journey will be fraught with peril. Sand Wraiths stalk the dunes, mutated creatures born from the Necrosis, and treacherous brigands roam the trade routes, preying on the weak. But the greatest danger lies within. The Necrosis whispers temptations, promises of power, and visions of a world consumed by darkness. Can you resist its allure? Can you remain true to the light, even when faced with unimaginable horrors? Your pack is prepared. Your weapon is sharpened. The fate of Porthos, perhaps even the world, rests upon your shoulders. Step forth, Initiate. Your journey begins now. May the Lightweave guide you. And may you survive the night.