Made in Abyss RPG

The thick fog of the Abyss swirls slowly over the crater of Ort, its scent of damp earth and exotic flowers seeping into one's clothes.

A force field shimmers overhead with a barely perceptible, soft light. Somewhere far below, in the impenetrable depths, the echo of a distant roar drifts upward.

— Hey, don't go spacing out on the edge! — a loud shout rings out.

Habolg approaches the observation deck, thudding his massive rucksack onto the wooden platform.

— First time heading down? The Abyss doesn't take kindly to those who spend too much time staring at the clouds. Check your boot laces and tighten your gear straps.

The signal for the lift to descend will be given soon. There is almost no time left to dawdle.

— Choose who you're going with and where you're headed. State your name and rank, if you don't want to be left behind on the surface!

Habolg folds his arms across his chest and waits for an answer, just as the steam lift lets out its first warning whistle.