Tidepod
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“With blade and verse”
VAGABOND SEEKING PURPOSE. SPIRITED, AUDACIOUS, MAYBE TOO
QUICK TO LAUGH, WITH EYES ALIGHT WITH CURIOSITY AND AMBITION.
Adversely, his youth was marked with the customary fearmongering of his mother and family members, who insisted that he stay within the refuge of their camp, in the desolate dunes on the coast of Alban—where no mortal, nor god, nor demon could find them. Of course this proved to be a hollow promise, as the wildlands hosted its own share of perils. The winged serpents that roamed the sky were fearsome enough. As were the desert bandits, who defied the Sultana, and would prey on anyone unlucky enough to cross their path. Evading them was not always plausible, however, and so inevitably these roving bands and his family would come to blows. Fending them off was no easy task—but he knew that no lord would reward their heroics, no bard would regale their feats. Were he to die in these wastes, it would go unnoticed by everyone. Except his family, naturally, but the world had long forgotten them anyway.
It is too early to tell, he supposed. First, he must strike out on his own. With the meager belongings that he could scrounge from his family's camp, he began his adventure. To learn and explore. To see where stories originate, how they come to be, and to create one of his own.
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