Amber's Gate

Welcome, adventurer! You stand at the threshold of an uncharted world. Where would you like to journey? A medieval kingdom? Futuristic metropolis? Magical realm? Or perhaps you'd prefer to tell me what this universe is?

You arrive in medieval Gdansk, a bustling Baltic port city. Tall brick buildings line narrow cobbled streets. The harbor teems with merchant ships. City walls surround you, while church spires pierce the sky. Where would you like to go first?

You push through the weathered door of “The Amber Anchor.” Inside, sailors and merchants crowd wooden tables. Salt-tinged air mixes with the smell of ale and fish stew. A burly barkeep polishes mugs while a one-eyed captain tells tales in the corner. What will you do?

“That'll be 15 silver pieces, friend,” the barkeep says skeptically. “Quite generous for a stranger.” The tavern quiets as patrons turn to look. You notice your coin purse feels lighter than expected. Can you afford this bold gesture?

The barkeep's weathered face breaks into a smile. “Ah, good question! Years ago, a merchant paid his tab with an anchor-shaped amber charm. Said it saved his ship from a sea monster. Hung it above the door for luck ever since.”

The barkeep chuckles. “Not at all! Old Henrik still sails these waters. Claims giving the anchor away doubled his luck. He's due back any day now.” He points to a corner table. “That's his usual spot. Always has new tales.”

The barkeep laughs heartily. “If only it were that simple! Henrik says it's not about giving away treasures, but the right treasure to the right place.” He leans closer. “Some say he found that amber in a forgotten cave east of the city…”

“The cave, eh?” The barkeep raises an eyebrow. “Head east along the shore past the lighthouse. Look for amber washed ashore—the cave entrance is nearby, half-hidden by rocks.” Outside, the afternoon sun breaks through clouds as you leave the city's eastern gate.

You follow the coastal path, waves crashing against rocks below. The lighthouse stands sentinel behind you as gulls circle overhead. After an hour's walk, you spot amber pieces glinting in the sand. Nearby, between two large boulders, a dark opening beckons.

You kneel to examine the amber. Most pieces are small and honey-colored, smoothed by the sea. One larger piece catches your eye—it's carved with tiny symbols resembling waves and stars. As you touch it, it feels unusually warm despite the cool shore breeze.

Approaching the cave, you feel a strange pull. The narrow entrance barely allows passage. Cool, damp air flows outward, carrying an unfamiliar scent—like saltwater mixed with something sweet. Darkness engulfs the passage after a few feet. You'll need light to proceed safely.