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The First Expedition (7/8): The Hearth is Named
Beloved Darial, We returned to Friar broken but alive, and in that nameless tavern the crowd’s roar nearly shook the walls down. They pressed drink into our hands, called us sav...
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The First Expedition (6/8): The Battle at the Lance
Dearest Darial, We faced the Reaper at last. It rose taller than towers, its every swing birthing spawn. The ground quaked with their steps. Jack shouted over the roar: “Togethe...
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The First Expedition (5/8): The Longest Night
My Love, We camped near the Lance. None spoke for hours. Then, one by one, voices rose. Tina forced a laugh. “He’d be furious if we sat here moping.” Emily nodded. “He’d tell us...
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The First Expedition (4/8): Cracks Within
Darial, I scarce know how to write this. We pressed deeper and the Gobos massed, chanting. Their shamans drew mana into one vast bolt, enough to fell mountains. We froze, and I ...
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The First Expedition (3/8): The Trial Lands Trap
Sweet Darial, The Trial Lands are broken hills where Gobos wait like wolves. They nearly had us. Bam Bam spotted a glint, but too late. The ground gave way beneath half our comp...
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The First Expedition (2/8): On the Road
Beloved, We left Friar beneath a burning dawn. The road soon tested us. A pack of warped Cadavers sprang from the tall grass, their eyes glowing like coals. Jack drew his blade ...
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The First Expedition (1/8): The Nameless Tavern
My Dearest Darial, I must tell you of a night unlike any other. I had stopped in a nameless tavern in Friar, thinking only of supper and a quiet corner. But fate had other desig...
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A Prayer Letter from Friar’s Chapel
Most Holy Afum, I write though I know you do not answer in ink. But the act of writing keeps my hands from trembling, so I offer these words as prayer and as confession both. Th...
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A Merchant’s Complaint from Glumea
To the Guild Clerk, I write once more in protest of the taxes levied upon my caravan. It is already no small feat to bring goods across the Phantom Desert, where wheels sink in ...
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A Child’s Letter from Gobua
Dear Uncle, I found a beetle today that glowed like lantern-oil. Its shell shimmered green and blue, as if it carried a piece of the sky inside it. I kept it in a jar, but Ma sa...
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A Widow’s Letter from Friar’s Edge
To My Dearest Son, I burned your father’s boots today. They had sat by the door for too long, caked with mud from the marches near Friar’s edge. I did not burn them from spite, ...
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A Student’s Winter Letter from Waka Academy
Dear Brother, The winters here bite through wool and bone. The Academy’s towers are drafty, and half the shutters hang loose. Beeheehee insists we keep studying, even when ink f...
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A Seamstress’s Letter from Glumea
Dear Sister Amra, Work never ends here. The heat of Glumea powers the forges day and night, and my needles grow hot even at dusk. The caravans bring cloth from Friar, steel from...
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A Farmer’s Letter from Friar
To My Cousin Dalen, The rains have come late this year, and the fields crack like old pottery. Yet even in such hunger, Friar grows louder with song. Explorers pass through our ...
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Father Tai's Confession
To the Hand That Holds the Dagger, I do not waste words, so hear me plain. Friar grows soft. The Explorers strut about with their relics and their victories, and the people chee...
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Lost Letter #1
My Dearest, It is with trembling hand and wandering thought that I take to parchment, for though the cycles of Solunus pass like the slow toll of some cosmic clock, my heart rem...
Soluna Explorers Card Game
Step into a thrilling fantasy adventure—no rulebook headaches required. Soluna Explorers is an easy-to-learn, fast-paced RPG-inspired card game for 1–4 players, designed for both seasoned adventurers and first-time heroes.
With simple rules, quick 10–15 minute play sessions, and a mix of humor, loot, and wild encounters, it’s the perfect entry into card-based storytelling.
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