A Twist of Fate - Part 1: The Wizard’s Last Breath The air in the ancient tower crackles with fading magic. Old scrolls flutter, books tilt precariously, and somewhere a rat scurries through forgotten relics. At the center, a hunched, silver-bearded wizard, Ardinor the Unreliable, leans heavily against his staff. His eyes, dimming with age and exhaustion, fix on the glowing icosahedron—the Fate Finder. With a strained groan, he holds out the artifact to the motley group before him, each character standing in stark contrast to one another. "One of you… must take it. Seek the God of Fortune… return this… before the world… spins too far into chaos…" Ardinor gasps. He has a flair for the dramatic. You know, classic wizard stuff. The wizard coughs, clearly stalling for a bit more time. "But choose wisely. Who among you is worthy?" The group exchanges looks, a decision looming. The wizard's voice fades, his body crumpling to the floor as dramatically as possible. It’s up to you to decide who takes the Fate Finder. Option: Roll a d20 to select your answer. on Fate Finder

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