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My Cosmic Irony - Era - 08-25-2024
A dozen different maps are assembled over a humble wooden desk. The room is barely lit by the dawning sun which peeks through window and onto the desk below. Each map illustrates a country, most divided up by kingdoms but some without. The center one reads: 'Valmasia'.
Attached to these maps are several notes, sprawled in elegant calligraphy. They mention names of knights, unforgotten, some forgotten and then tidbits of history, accomplishments, deeds, battles. Most of all, depictions of their swords. Sitting at this desk is a boy, just beginning adolescence, with colored, shoulder-length hair and the attire of a squire. Like some type of scholar, he wields pencil against new parchment. The rest of his room is mundane, a small bed within the corner, barrels and boxes filled with his belongings. What stands out are a weapon, armor, a violin, and an assortment of varied books fixed in bookshelf. A living quarters only recently acquired.
As morning comes and the god rays out in full catch the teenager's face, his eyebrows furrow to secure his sight. A furred feline leaps up from where they slept on the bed, making their way onto the desk. They nudge the boy's shoulder with their head. "Couldn't sleep," he mutters. Another nudge.
It's that time again. Physical subjects by the men-at-arms. He sighs. The one time he might be late and it's not from oversleeping.
The feline departs for the door. "I'll be there—one sec," he voices to himself, rushed. He performs a last few maddened swipes of his writing utensil, then drops it down with a clatter and leaves. It rolls off the desk, not to be found for another few days but the paper remains.
The boy retrieves his trusty steel blade, tucks his chainmail underneath his arm and runs off after the black cat. Wooden door to his apartment swung open, then left ajar... until it creaks and eventually shuts from coastal breeze.
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Upon parchment and what had kept him up at night is a series of vibrantly drawn swords sticking out of the ground. An amendment is written next to it 'Dreamed about it again'.
RE: My Cosmic Irony - Era - 02-07-2025
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In the coming days, an abandoned keep room would be opened and when that happens, a sealed letter no doubt catches the eye. Found on a dusty wooden desk, it reads:
Quote:If you've got this, you've either snuck into my room or I'm dead. It's the year 2154 as I'm writing, a few days before Isadora's legion will take on the god, Mestra. They're led by a demon and no, not the demon king, that one is dead. As you'd guess by now, this is a will in case I die in the battle. Time to start.
Quote:Dear Sir,
In my time away, I've learnt not a lot of people send letters. It hurts. Lonely when you don't stick to a city. People forget you exist.
This letter is to you first since you're the owner of the keep but I address some other people. Could you show it to them? Thanks.
Know we weren't that close in the last decade. Wasn't a great adopted son. Hope you enjoy your real family.
Appreciate everything.
All my belongings are yours and Servants to use.
Quote:Dear Servant,
It's Kastore. Never got to express gratitude for everything you taught me. Met a lot of people, tried to understand their beliefs. Wasn't a very upstanding person at times, but I enjoyed living.. It's easier said than done, becoming a powerful mage. I'm sorry I couldn't help you experience freedom. You deserve it.
When you remember me... I don't care how you remember me, but could you remember me? It'd mean a lot.
Quote:Dear Arlyss,
My master. I idolized you, not because you were the best sword wielder in Meranthe... but because you gave this dumb, weak kid the training to survive during the War of Extinction. Helped me when nobody else would. I was never into the whole saving humanity thing like you were, but I tried to be a good person for your and Servant's sake.
How long has it been since you picked up your blade?!
You should stop holding back... Lots of people could really use an inspiration.
Quote:Dear Gwyn,
Last but not least. Don't know how you'll see this... Maybe your ghost is hanging around?!
Mages from every kingdom are creating a resistance to protect Mestra. Little do they know, I'm only there to get payback against the people that killed you. Stole all the magic I could. I'll do my best to avenge you.
Still miss you.
And there it ends, signed off with...
Quote:Regards,
Kastore