REINCARNATED AS A NATIVE

[fairyfoes]

YOU WERE BORN A NATIVE

You were born in the wilds, or the unmapped hamlets; or perhaps one of the grand cities of ALLAIDH DARACH. But you were never the master of your own destiny; and your world has been marred by war almost since its first turns. OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. DAILY LIFE. Did you pledge yourself to a court? Are you a guard or a soldier? Or perhaps your a simple tradesman hoping the breadth of the war never touches you and yours. You were an adult young, remember, by 13 or 14: do you have a family? Are you afraid of the Void, or relieved by it? What is your life like, or your relation to the courts? 02. BATTLE. Perhaps some court armies are ransacking your home, and all you can do is flee the blades and the fires. Or perhaps you've been conscripted and been given rough armour and arms, and told to charge the strangers on the opposite side. What god to you pray to, hoping for protection against fearsome shardbearer magic and might? Do you survive? 03. THE FEASTS. Perhaps you've been travelling and been offered sanctuary at the castles; or are there on some important business. Whatever the reason, you're at one of the castles for one of the legendary feasts of welcome for far-worlder shardbearers, and get to eat and drink your fill as they take it all in. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario!

Comments

[erythristic]

[nothing but a smile as they both go out, then. just a touch too slow this time, Waver. at least the weather's not bad today, to add another good thing onto this list of fortuitous events.]

[gordianknots]

[Waver's hands go into his pockets, and he's quick to make sure that Grell is with him as he steps onto the high street. There's a quiet tavern a few doors down, and Waver knows it'll be empty when they head in. It's too early for the regular crowd.]

Do you have a usual drink, by the way?

[erythristic]

[tapping her lips thoughtfully, she shakes her head. one took what they could get in her travels, so as long as it wasn't cut with piss and water it was acceptable.]

[gordianknots]

All right then.

[Waver spots the tavern he has in mind, The Centaur's Hoof, and darts so he can hold the door for Grell this time.]

There's a good corner booth in the far right of the room.

[erythristic]

[she takes the hint and goes that direction, settling herself in the booth when she's there and setting her notebook on the table to flip to the page she had been using to speak with him.

truthfully, Grell's definitely not over getting to meet him. his works had been invaluable in her travels - how did you ever thank someone for that?]

[gordianknots]

[Waver's quick to sit across from her once inside. There's no one in there that he recognizes, aside from one of the bar tenders, and truth is that's how he prefers it.

He settles in his seat across from Grell, and he offers his hand over to Grell.]

We should probably say hello properly. It's nice to meet you.

[erythristic]

[with another smile, she takes his hand to shake it, and then adds more to the page.]

Nice to meet you too. What a coincidence that you'd be there when I was picking up your new book. That's almost what you'd call fated.

[gordianknots]

In the book of another author, to be certain. May I ask your name?

[erythristic]

It's Grell, sir. And I know you're Waver Velvet.

[gordianknots]

Waver's fine. And are you all right starting with beer?

[erythristic]

[just a nod, before she adds in something else.]

What did you mean when you spoke of corrections?

[gordianknots]

Cothromach's become a lot more closed off, lately, I'm afraid. That kind of information is stuff I like to try and mention.

[erythristic]

Good thing I'm not travelling that direction soon. I'd hate to show up and get turned away at the gate.

Do you know what happened?

[gordianknots]

A mix of increased court tensions and leadership turmoil, as I understand it.

[Waver pauses, making eye contact with the bar tender and flashing two fingers - a request for two beers.]

[erythristic]

Figures. They can never keep it to their own castles, can they?

[gordianknots]

Never. I swear, I'm about to head to Briste just to avoid all of them.

[erythristic]

You're too young for Briste. Wait another twenty years so they welcome you with open arms.

[gordianknots]

Lady Grell, how old do you think I am?

[erythristic]

"Lady" is being too kind to me. And I have a suspicion that whatever I say, you'll shock me with the real answer.

[gordianknots]

Well, what form of address would you prefer?

[Waver pauses before responding with the next statement, as two great, frothing pins are placed down on the table. There's a quick thank you said to the waitress, before Waver's attention returns to Grell.]</small I'm thirty eight.

[erythristic]

Just Grell. I suppose I could suffer "lady" if you insist.

[there's a quick smile flashed to the woman who brings them their drinks, which melts into surprise to hear that from him.]

You don't look thirty eight at all.

[gordianknots]

Grell it is and-- [Waver laughs, pausing to sip his drink.] You are far too kind to say so.

[erythristic]

Only telling the truth! Perhaps it's your hair's fault, it is rather beautiful.

[gordianknots]

I try to keep it in good condition. However, yours puts me to shame.

[erythristic]

[that earns a grin from her as she takes a drink of the beer. if there's one thing in her appearance she prides herself on, it's her hair.]

It's one of the very few things that fortune has blessed me with. But I don't mean to boast.