You began your life of adventuring in an age of collapse, the world of Faerun was dying, heralded by a snap, the realm was crumpling, as the light was fading away. Portals began to open and while the legends were trying to save their realm, you went through to find salvation. This new world was far more advanced than your own, flashing lights, horseless carriages with blaring lights and sounds, and monolithic buildings that rise and scrape the skies. Guided by a fickle light, you are brought to a small haven, a tavern of sorts guised by illusion. Entering you find those with similar minds, a guild that calls themselves the Otherworld Haven. Image "Our old world is lost, for now at least, we cannot return, we must conceal our presence here but prevent the disaters that came through with us." And so you are given the gift of glamour to conceal yourself, "Find your place in this new world and find the cure of ours..."