Memories of Hope (D&D 5E) (Friday)

The Vortex

One thousand years ago. God descended down to the world. Her decree was that any horrendous trouble makers should be separated from the rest of the populace. She erected walls of pure energy and carved stone towers, forcing magical energy from the area inside the wall to continually feed the need of the newly constructed defences.

Every day the worst criminals and horrendous people were send inside this prison of massive size to never be seen again. Each day that passed made the realms kinder till the God passed back to her own plane.

Many years later, Towns and even a city sprang up in the horrendous desert vortex. Unlike the past many innocent people had been sent to this realm. It was a place no one could escape from. Perfect for those who wished for people to disappear without blood shed. The only way out was through the magical gate with a pass of pardon. Though these costed more then most would even dream for.

Present Day.

Six people wake in an old tomb, completely without resource and memory. They have awoken in the temple of the ascended. To what purpose these people have and to why they have been cast here.

Is all but unknown. The only thing connecting them is strange tattoo's that seem to grow and shine with each moment.