The darkness fades from your eyes, and in the distance, you make out a dark figure a ways in front of you.
“Hello.” The creature starts, it’s voice soft but rough, nothing eluding to a gender.
“May I come closer?” It asks, and with your permission, it moves closer. “I am called by many names, but many call me the Oracle.”
“Welcome to Hiraeth. Here you will find many species, but the one you have chosen is called Rylarian.” It pauses, sitting back onto it’s haunches. A small globe of light appears in front of the creature.
“There are six tribes for you to choose from."
”
The Orion Faction in the snow.”

“Oreinos in the mountains.”
“Livadia in the canyons.”

“Agonos in the desert.”

“Aeithalis in the jungle.”

“And last but not least, Kathara in the forest.”
“The choice is your own, which one to join and whether you stay or leave. You will find home here, friends and family.”


The globe of light fades and the darkness begins to seep back into your eyes.
“This is where I leave you, should you need me, I will come.”