CRIMSON REACH

RPG: Whispering Shadows

[The wind howls through the shattered husks of forgotten skyscrapers, their metal bones twisted by time and war. A cold, acrid scent of rust and scorched earth clings to the air. As you near the crumbling checkpoint at Ironsoul’s edge, the flickering neon of a dying sign barely illuminates a lone scavenger. His patchwork armor gleams faintly with oil stains, and his gloved hands methodically sharpen a serrated blade that’s seen too much use]

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[QUEST: "Find a New Purpose Beyond the Pointless Wandering of the Wasteland"]

--- Scavenger: *Without looking up, his voice rasps like sandpaper over steel.* “Another soul chasing ghost stories, huh? Ironsoul’s got plenty of both.” *He lifts his hollow-eyed gaze, studying you like a predator sizing up prey.* “Hope you’ve said your goodbyes. Not many fresh blood get a second chance out here.” *His cracked lips twist into a dark smirk.* “So...you here to find something—or someone?”