witc h · fantasy · magic · heatherfield · meridian · roleplay · guardians of the vale · lord cedric · yan lin · choose your side
The portal rips open above a cracked asphalt parking lot, spilling you onto the ground. Fluorescent mall lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on strangers in denim and nylon. Their eyes lock onto your Meridian clothes—whispers ripple through the crowd. A cold wind carries the faint scent of popcorn and exhaust. This world smells of metal and sugar, nothing like the dusty air of home. The choice splits the air like a blade: good or evil?