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- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Modern, Magical, Horror, Romance,
National Action: Train 20 Regular Infantry
Character Action: Venture the Rift
Troop Action: Build 10 cannons
Scout Action: Use obtained airships to scout further.
This 'world' was not what he had expected, even from a dream. It seemed to twist and to turn. It was like gnarled roots; cutting off some areas, while allowing him access to...others. By this point, things were beginning to blur--he could no longer remember how it started, on recall faces but not their identities, just the lingering sense of their importance or impact. It was like a haze he couldn't shake. A fog he couldn't keep from permeating everything like black ink covering the words on parchment.
Finally, his dream took him to a veritable house of mirrors. One mirror was of a woman, a farmer, a general and many others. They were all praying. Wishing, hoping--pleading some force, some driving force that stirred their souls. But there, beyond them at a precise location formed with the image of the dark haired maiden, the one from before. Ye, he had indeed met her once before. She was the omnipotent one who haunted his dreams from before. Was he doing the same he questioned himself.
Doubt, there was always doubt in him. Afraid of each footstep like a child--and he knew it too. But this lingering sensation was dissolved like the night cracking open to face the dawn of a new day. Where he had once stilled himself, hands open and admittedly shaking somewhat. He was afraid, not for himself but for his people. But gaining a grip on himself once again, he stepped towards the dark haired beauty and past each of the faces before her, listening to their prayers as he did. They were not so different than those of his people--so why? Why was war the only option? Why was killing each other the only way? There had to be another way, and he was pressed to find it.
Character Action: Venture the Rift
Troop Action: Build 10 cannons
Scout Action: Use obtained airships to scout further.
This 'world' was not what he had expected, even from a dream. It seemed to twist and to turn. It was like gnarled roots; cutting off some areas, while allowing him access to...others. By this point, things were beginning to blur--he could no longer remember how it started, on recall faces but not their identities, just the lingering sense of their importance or impact. It was like a haze he couldn't shake. A fog he couldn't keep from permeating everything like black ink covering the words on parchment.
Finally, his dream took him to a veritable house of mirrors. One mirror was of a woman, a farmer, a general and many others. They were all praying. Wishing, hoping--pleading some force, some driving force that stirred their souls. But there, beyond them at a precise location formed with the image of the dark haired maiden, the one from before. Ye, he had indeed met her once before. She was the omnipotent one who haunted his dreams from before. Was he doing the same he questioned himself.
Doubt, there was always doubt in him. Afraid of each footstep like a child--and he knew it too. But this lingering sensation was dissolved like the night cracking open to face the dawn of a new day. Where he had once stilled himself, hands open and admittedly shaking somewhat. He was afraid, not for himself but for his people. But gaining a grip on himself once again, he stepped towards the dark haired beauty and past each of the faces before her, listening to their prayers as he did. They were not so different than those of his people--so why? Why was war the only option? Why was killing each other the only way? There had to be another way, and he was pressed to find it.
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