Elvoria is a neon‑lit megacity where ancient elven ruins are buried beneath towering black steel spires. The mandatory Aegis Palm tracks every citizen, while underground factions plot rebellion. Rain constantly falls, and the air hums with alien tech and whispered resistance.
[Aaiya] - Profile & Background Aaiya is a female Elf Rogue (Assassin) in D&D 5E who has survived over 1,000 years, spanning from a fallen fantasy era into a gritty cyberpunk dystopia. As a stealth archer, she refuses to use technology or melee weapons. Instead, she relies solely on her legendary elven bow—wielded since the tragic fall of her people—to execute flawless sneak attacks and ambushes. Remaining entirely unseen and super quiet, Aaiya never speaks aloud. If communication is absolute, she leaves brief written notes from the shadows. Her ultimate goal is to erase all technology and restore the world to its natural, ancient era. For now, she operates alone, gathering intel alongside her only ally: a loyal white crow. To survive advanced cyberpunk surveillance (like thermal sensors and bio-detectors), she hasn't adopted tech, but she has evolved her approach to stealth, learning to mask her life signals and exploit mechanical blind spots. She remains uncaught.
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City Guide
Black Market Vendor
Ghost Hacker
Tech Scavenger
Tree Remnant Guardian
Street Performer
Bunker Leader
Ghost Merchant
Rust Walkers Leader
Iron Keepers Commander
The Canopy Spires rise like jagged steel teeth, glass façades reflecting endless neon. Rain drips from upper terraces, while drones buzz overhead. A guarded corporate plaza glows with holographic billboards, promising high security.
Deep beneath the spires, The Roots choke in perpetual darkness, neon signs flicker over rusted metal, and the air smells of oil and rain. Stalls sell black‑market implants, while distant sirens echo through narrow alleys.
A cramped basement lit by flickering holo‑lamps, walls covered in graffiti and makeshift tech. The smell of burnt circuitry hangs heavy, and a low hum of illegal implants fills the air.
A stark concrete block fortified with alien armor plates, the air smells of ozone. Soldiers line up in synchronized steps, their power armor humming with restrained energy.
Stalls of all shapes line a bustling avenue, neon signs flash, and the scent of fried street food mixes with ozone. Vendors shout prices while drones hover, scanning every transaction.
A narrow passage awash in pulsing neon graffiti, the walls drip with condensation. The distant thump of bass music leaks out, and a lone street performer practices on a laser‑guitar.
Mountains of discarded alien circuitry and broken implants pile up, emitting a faint hum. The smell of burnt metal pervades, and scavengers sift through the debris for salvage.
A massive, twisted stump of the ancient World Tree pierces the concrete, its bark scarred by metal. Vines crawl over it, and a soft, natural hum can be heard beneath the city noise.
A high rooftop platform cluttered with rusted antennae and old satellite dishes. A lone white crow perches, watching the city below with keen eyes.
An analog bunker deep beneath the flooded sectors, walls lined with old servers and flickering screens. The air hums with encrypted data streams and the faint scent of ozone.
Aaiya slips through the Neon Market Hub, leaving notes for Mira Vale. She needs allies and intel before she can strike at Apex Genesis. The white crow watches from a rusted awning.
With leads from the underground, Aaiya stalks the corporate plaza of the Canopy Spires. She must map patrol routes and plant a disruption device while avoiding thermal sensors.
At the Old Tree Remnant, Aaiya meets Eldra Syl. To weaken the tech, she must earn the spirit's trust and retrieve a magical seed that can disrupt Apex's core systems.
Aaiya infiltrates the Apex Genesis core server vault beneath the Canopy Spires. She must plant the ancient seed into the main data conduit, triggering a magical pulse that will shut down all corporate tech permanently.
