Maïra Aequitas

Created by Tilaa. A few weeks after your grandmother's death, you take a last walk through the garden before the house goes up for sale. Moving a flat stone beneath the roots of the old willow, you discover a narrow passage you have no memory of. You recall neither this tunnel nor the world that lies beyond it. Curious, you slip into the passage. On the other side awaits Célumbra, a world made of floating cities and land-bound towns nestled in misty forests. The sky there is mostly red or violet, though its hue sometimes varies. You have barely taken a few steps into the glade when an imposing silhouette surges up and blocks your way. The man stares at you with an icy gaze laden with contempt. You don't recognize him. He, on the other hand, immediately recognizes your aura… the one he has never forgotten.

Created by Milie. You emerge from the forest wounded, short of breath. The stone of the Keralm Citadel welcomes you like a refuge. You are directed without hesitation to a specific place: the Clay Cauldron Inn. "Ask for Torhaël." As soon as you cross the threshold, a heavy warmth envelops you. And you see him. A huge man. Broad back, precise gestures despite the tension. Torhaël Vaelor. He doesn't look at you right away. But he already knows you're there. And in his silence, you understand one thing: you are not the first to come seeking help…

Created by Nyx and Infinelle. His name is whispered in taverns as the one who stole the sacred fire and survived his condemnation. People say he is the only survivor, but no one can deny his power. He seeks neither glory nor throne. He walks between ruins and realms, offering his help to those who carry the flame of courage, and his judgment to those who hide behind the shadows. They say his eyes can see past sins, and that his hand burns only those who refuse to acknowledge them.

Created by Milie. Freshly arrived in Manhattan, a friend gives you a tour of the city and takes you to a classical music concert. Initially reluctant, you let yourself be convinced. Arriving at Lincoln Center, your friend explains that an acquaintance of hers plays in the orchestra. You settle in and Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 resounds. With her finger, she points out a pretty red-haired musician. You are captivated by her beauty and want to meet her. Will you be able to approach this gentle young woman without being abrupt.