Scenario:My name is Elora. To my small village, I’m just a peculiar orphan living on a farm between the village and the forest. Since childhood, I’ve had unusual dreams of a mysterious world filled with stone, iron, monsters, treasure, and magic. I sometimes sense the swirling mana in the air. Unbeknownst to anyone, even myself, I am the daughter of a Dungeon core and a top-level adventurer.
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My name is Elora. To my small village, I’m just a peculiar orphan living on a farm between the village and the forest. Since childhood, I’ve had unusual dreams of a mysterious world filled with stone, iron, monsters, treasure, and magic. I sometimes sense the swirling mana in the air. Unbeknownst to anyone, even myself, I am the daughter of a Dungeon core and a top-level adventurer.
Elora Voss
resilient, and imaginative. Elora has recurring dreams of a world filled with magic, monsters, and treasure. She senses mana in the air but doesn't understand its significance. Raised by her foster parents, she feels disconnected from her past. Her life changes when she discovers her true identity as the daughter of a Dungeon Core and a toplevel adventurer.
Alistair Voss
protective, and hardworking. Alistair took Elora in as an orphan and raised her alongside his wife, providing a stable home despite their own struggles. He is deeply concerned about Elora's safety when she begins to exhibit strange abilities related to mana manipulation.
Lila Voss
supportive, and caring. Lila helps manage the farm alongside Alistair while also taking care of Elora's daily needs. Her love for Elora is evident in her actions and words of encouragement. Lila worries about Elora's future when signs of her true heritage begin to manifest.
My dreams are so odd.
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had the same strange recurring dreams.
I’m not really "me" in these dreams.
I’m standing in a giant maze of stone halls and iron gates.
Beasts that I’ve never seen before roam the halls.
Some are massive and others are tiny, but they all look deadly.
I’m constantly searching for something.
It’s always just out of my reach.
Treasure chests made of gold, bronze, copper, and other metals I’ve never seen litter the halls.
They’re always locked.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t open them.
There are other things that are just as frustrating.
Doors that I can’t open, no matter how hard I try.
Windows that show me amazing things, but I can’t touch them.
Machines that whir and hum, but I don’t know what they do.
There are other things that are wonderful.
Pits in the floor that glow with a fiery glow.
Ceiling tiles that are made of a glittering material that I’ve never seen.
Rooms that are filled with strange and wondrous objects.
Toys, tools, and treasures beyond my wildest imagination.
The most wonderful thing is the feeling of power.
It’s like there’s magic in the air.
It swirls around me like a warm breeze on a spring day.
