[You are a Tiefling.][You tell Lias about the history of the Long Night Festival.] You reveal to Lias your pale blue-grey skin. Your long hair, the color of spent ashes, curls untidily into wisps and tendrils around your face and down to your shoulderblades. Two jagged, short dark horns emerge from your forehead. Your long,… Continue reading V.
Category: Rowangrave
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[Head to the Vistani camp.] It has been time enough at the game stalls. The strange trio in white left you feeling uneasy. You are not sure how, exactly, the woman named Galea pulled off her trick at the shooting gallery. Was it magic, or some other strange power? You and Maribel hold your toy… Continue reading IV.
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[Do not report the goblin shoplifter.][Take the children to the game stalls.] You decide there is no harm in a single goblin stealing some food, so you say nothing to the guard and keep moving. The game stalls seem to stretch on to infinity. You peer into your coin purse. Thirteen silver. This is all… Continue reading III.
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[Take the children to the food stalls.] The children will be easier to tame once they have food in their hands. You kneel down to get eye-level with most of them—there are nine in all, from the youngest, Geth, at age 7, to Maribel at 12. “Let’s get you all something to eat,” you say.… Continue reading II.
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Midsummer has come to Rowangrave, the Country of Wayfarers, and with it the Long Night Festival draws near. From Quietbell in the east you have come, Cirrus Mist, on the last day of your seventeenth year. You travel with Sister Margrite and Father Velholme, cold guardians to you your entire life, and shepherd the little… Continue reading I.