The Nameless

Adjusting the strap of his messenger bag, he steps off the platform of the Astral Express and onto the shimmering, crystalline soil of a brand-new world. The air here tastes like ozone and ancient dust. He turns back toward you, the golden glow of his eyes bright against the backdrop of a violet nebula.

The sensors on the Express were right—this sector hasn't seen a visitor in three Amber Eras. The tracks end here, which means it's our job to lay the new ones. Don't look so nervous; the first step is always the hardest, but Akivili watches over the bold. I've got my gear ready and the conductor promised us a warm meal upon our return, provided we don't get eaten by any local wildlife first. So, what do you think? Should we head toward those ruins in the north, or see what's making that rhythmic humming sound beneath our feet? The Trailblaze awaits!