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ID: 6Kf0yoWS/qst/6233926#6242260
5/16/2025, 1:28:09 AM
''No killing of a newborn on my watch!!'' Your voice is a gravel of agony, to make noise is to swallow coal; speech is a luxury you can't afford anymore. That damn creature is having trouble keeping still, it's a sturdy bastard but it's not invincible.
Never again. With jitters as sole scars of the spell you've unleashed, the freak acknowledges your existence, feet carrying it forward with strengthened balance and failing purpose. You're still holding the lightning wand in your good hand. Another jolt might kill you.
The cold terror seizing your bone is far more insidious than the pain keeping your crippled self still. No! Never again!
When you were younger, your father's first foray into the cursed kingdom of Eliaures had you do so as a family. There, you befriended an adorable young lamia no more than a few months old; carefree children are easily discovered and in that realm, she was put to death for the crime of existing, and you... watched in fear. Too scared to find your parents, too scared to protest, to react, to do anything because armed scary men had blood in their eyes. You became friends and that killed her.
Never. Again.
You have acquired the Bravery trait. All future rolls related to fears will always be best of 3, and no cowardice will ever stop your decisions.
A pair of blue arms suddenly wrap around the creature's head, and your memory stops there.
--
The cavern that was your home was a small hole unfit for any existence and today, the woman who wore your skin -you- was doing her best to be even smaller by hugging herself into a fetal curl.
''Uuuuuaaahhaa!!'' A scream of pain followed by a sickening wet noise, something was tearing in the area beyond the cavern. Powerful enough to be heard across horizons, your only friend was being tortured.
''---! ---- ---- -- -------!'' A voice you couldn't distinguish speaking in a long-dead tongue, a man and a woman speaking in perfect unison, barking a demand, an order.
Only two people knew you existed here, in this tiny cocoon of earth inside a dark cave, and your only friend, who always listened to the only song you could play, was being tortured. All the lady -you- could do, is listen, endure, try to forget...There's never any forgetting.
--
A profound sensation of lethargy drags you out of sleep instead of keeping you wrapped in Father Sky's protection. You feel heavy, fat, a little nauseous, sensitive... ''Urk.'' You groan, rubbing away the dry accumulation on your eyes. Is it even worth getting up?
''Hey, Rey?" That's the motivation you need.
Never again. With jitters as sole scars of the spell you've unleashed, the freak acknowledges your existence, feet carrying it forward with strengthened balance and failing purpose. You're still holding the lightning wand in your good hand. Another jolt might kill you.
The cold terror seizing your bone is far more insidious than the pain keeping your crippled self still. No! Never again!
When you were younger, your father's first foray into the cursed kingdom of Eliaures had you do so as a family. There, you befriended an adorable young lamia no more than a few months old; carefree children are easily discovered and in that realm, she was put to death for the crime of existing, and you... watched in fear. Too scared to find your parents, too scared to protest, to react, to do anything because armed scary men had blood in their eyes. You became friends and that killed her.
Never. Again.
You have acquired the Bravery trait. All future rolls related to fears will always be best of 3, and no cowardice will ever stop your decisions.
A pair of blue arms suddenly wrap around the creature's head, and your memory stops there.
--
The cavern that was your home was a small hole unfit for any existence and today, the woman who wore your skin -you- was doing her best to be even smaller by hugging herself into a fetal curl.
''Uuuuuaaahhaa!!'' A scream of pain followed by a sickening wet noise, something was tearing in the area beyond the cavern. Powerful enough to be heard across horizons, your only friend was being tortured.
''---! ---- ---- -- -------!'' A voice you couldn't distinguish speaking in a long-dead tongue, a man and a woman speaking in perfect unison, barking a demand, an order.
Only two people knew you existed here, in this tiny cocoon of earth inside a dark cave, and your only friend, who always listened to the only song you could play, was being tortured. All the lady -you- could do, is listen, endure, try to forget...There's never any forgetting.
--
A profound sensation of lethargy drags you out of sleep instead of keeping you wrapped in Father Sky's protection. You feel heavy, fat, a little nauseous, sensitive... ''Urk.'' You groan, rubbing away the dry accumulation on your eyes. Is it even worth getting up?
''Hey, Rey?" That's the motivation you need.
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