Klothe was pacing in circles inside the tent, tail rhythmically following his step. He looked tense, gaze fixed on the ground he stepped in. "I can't ask them to risk their lives for people they barely know."
Err'i raised an eyebrow, smiling. Her patterns fit perfectly with the ones on the...
"-and finally, the winner of the first ever food competition in this beautiful city is Corelein the Chomper, by a spectacular twelve pies more than any other contestant. You're a pride to the Unity and us, ma'am!"
Klothe was sure it didn't begin as a competition, but was glad it turned out like...
Jar Olle
Hara-Hara Nomads
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The story felt... awfully sad. She understood it, and the warrior on her thrived on the idea of giving up more than their own lives to save their loved ones, but the other half on her couldn't help but shudder at the thought. A place so torn with...
After an especially colorful night to send off their warrior, the caravans had resumed to a slow, quiet pace. The weather was calm enough for them to get to destiny faster than anticipated, and stopping on the Unity's cities had become a welcome delight. Some were considering staying in them...
Jar Olle
Hara-Hara Nomads
The ruins seemed like a nice place, Olle thought, somewhat dissapointed, when they appeared in front of the castle. She couldn't help it; Anything that could make for a good story was immediately well-received by her people. A tournament held by a shadowy character...
"It'll take us months to reach Uzhlitz. Are you sure you want to do this?"
From the top of a wagon, wrapped on a scarf, Klothe's voice was muffled but discernible. He sounded excited. "Olle, you can't tell me it doesn't tickle your sense of adventure. A city fallen by disease, tragic as life...
"You want to build a tower?"
"Yes."
"So we have better long range vision while travelling?"
"Yes." Klothe answered, hoping that old guardsman was right and this was a 'military sound' idea, which she would 'for sure' would like and 'find interesting'.
Olle smiled, narrowing her eyes at the...
The cackle of a bonfire echoed against cold, empty fields. The wagons formed a loose circle around the tribe, aiming to keep both their source of warmth and them safe from the occasional gust of wind, but leaving enough space for wind to come by, raise and shape a blaze, and leave. The whole...
''YOU SPENT ALL OF OUR MONEY ON CORPSES?!''
The caravan went quiet, watching Olle keep her stare fixed on the chief, back slowly arching. It was quite the sight; The only one who could stay calm facing her actually angry had to be him, who seemed as stone-faced as ever. She wanted to be told...
Name: Cecilia Julus
Age: 27
Appearance:
Affiliation: The Republic/Senate
Background: A wheat collector and one of the many internal spies that the Republic sustains, she accepted the job years ago in exchange of a small amount of extra coins for her day job. Having heard stories of the war...
I kinda hate writting backstories as well, but I learnt I also have somewhat of a system. I write the general stuff (Age, occupation, where they live) to give context, then I jump at them acting in a way you don't expect them to. Like, "They had a happy family, but given what his dad did, he...
''Alright, where's the crystal ball?'' The Rai asked her in a very serious tone, instead of a greeting, when the two groups met again. He was wet and shivering, and just slightly towering over his fighter friend. She was holding back a laugh, equally as confused as amused by the whole thing...