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]

[if she could laugh, she would.]

Striking and adorable. What a combination.

[gordianknots]

Lady Grell, I think you're overdoing the compliments!

[erythristic]

Am I? Or are you simply out of practice in having them returned in kind?

[gordianknots]

Eh, perhaps some of A and some of B.

[erythristic]

If it'd make you feel better, I could play at being a blushing maiden who tells you that such compliments are not for her, my lord, surely you must be mistaken in your kindness.

But I gather that's not exactly your type.

[the smile on her face isn't fading, even as she shakes her head slightly and leans back to drink more, free to shrug her shoulders at the idea.]

[gordianknots]

Honestly, I don't think that look would suit you anyway. [Waver pauses, trying to imagine it, then shakes his head no.] Definitely ill suited, regardless of what type I may or may not have.