Baron Asmothe and his wife looked down at the Seer who was busy gazing at a blank piece of paper while a bitter smelling incense burned in a small clay cup next to it. The Seer had come at their request to do a reading on their baby girl who they feared was cursed. There was good reason for this fear as though she had only been alive for 4 months already there had been multiple near fatalities from accidents, sickness, and even an attempted kidnapping. Their little girl had been alive for so little time and yet she had almost died at least 20 times. Currently the girl was sick with appeared to be chicken pox though thankfully they had access to one of the best apothecaries in the nation so she was on the road to recovery.
The Seer was silent still and nothing seemed to be happening, but then, what appeared to be ink started to appear on the piece of paper ever so slowly. With bated breathe they watched as the a picture started to form, a symbol of sorts which only the Seer could decipher. What appeared was something the Seer had never seen before in his readings, a jester appeared in complete, bell adorned outfit, but its face was that of a skull, of death. The Seer realized what it was immediately.
"How troublesome, in all my years I have never seen this sign, and frankly I never wanted to." The Seer complained as he handed over the parchment to the Baron.
The Baron took the parchment and grimaced when he got a closer look. "How bad is it Seer?"
The Seer pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "Very bad I am afraid, it is as you feared, the young heiress has been cursed."
"Do you recognize the magic? Can you reverse the curse?" The Baron's wife pleaded with all her might.
"If it were a simple hex by some witch I could probably do something but I am afraid this is much more than that. Your daughter has been born under a most unfortunate sign I am afraid, that of the 'Branded'. I assume your daughter had a birthmark somewhere on her body shaped like a crescent moon?" The Seer asked to make sure correct in his diagnosis.
"Yes, such a mark exists on her side."
"Then I am afraid I am very much correct in my reading. This is a phenomenon that can occur at birth with very specific circumstances. Thankfully the circumstances are so specific that someone born with this brand exists only once every 400 years or more. The person must have been born at precisely noon, during a solar eclipse, on April 1st. Some refer to this brand as the Universe's cosmic joke considering how specific it must be." The Seer sighed as he looked away from the relatively young couple, not really wanting to look at their ashen faces.
"Considering how infrequent it happens, there is little knowledge about this. I will do what I can but frankly there is little I can do without further study, and even then I have no idea if I will be able to find a way to reverse it."
"But there must be something you can do! I can't stand to see my child go through so much danger and pain!" The Baron's wife grasped for any way out of their predicament, pleading with the Seer for help.
The Seer did not turn around. "I am sorry, but there is nothing that I can do at this time. I swear I will search for answers but for now I am afraid the only thing you can do is hire people to protect the child as well as they can. Make sure you keep your medical stores stocked, be wary of strangers, try to keep dangerous objects away from the child, and whatever you do, keep a close eye on her. She will be plagued by bad luck throughout her life for now. I am sorry there is not more I can do."
The Baron put a comforting hand on the Seer's shoulder. "I know you've done your best and I am grateful, at least now we know the cause of her misfortunes. Please, I will help you with everything you need, work as fast as you can to find a way to beat this 'brand'."
"I will do my best, my lord."
The idea is that this young girl was essentially cursed and now needs some real troopers to keep her dying from all manner of things. Kidnappers, assassins, food poisoning, random sharp metal objects, wild animals, diseases, magic, even mother nature herself at times. I kind of got this idea from "Long Live the Queen", a game about a young Queen-to-be that seems to have everything out to kill her. So I was thinking how about a roleplay about the caretakers who are trying to keep this girl from dying every week.
The Seer was silent still and nothing seemed to be happening, but then, what appeared to be ink started to appear on the piece of paper ever so slowly. With bated breathe they watched as the a picture started to form, a symbol of sorts which only the Seer could decipher. What appeared was something the Seer had never seen before in his readings, a jester appeared in complete, bell adorned outfit, but its face was that of a skull, of death. The Seer realized what it was immediately.
"How troublesome, in all my years I have never seen this sign, and frankly I never wanted to." The Seer complained as he handed over the parchment to the Baron.
The Baron took the parchment and grimaced when he got a closer look. "How bad is it Seer?"
The Seer pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "Very bad I am afraid, it is as you feared, the young heiress has been cursed."
"Do you recognize the magic? Can you reverse the curse?" The Baron's wife pleaded with all her might.
"If it were a simple hex by some witch I could probably do something but I am afraid this is much more than that. Your daughter has been born under a most unfortunate sign I am afraid, that of the 'Branded'. I assume your daughter had a birthmark somewhere on her body shaped like a crescent moon?" The Seer asked to make sure correct in his diagnosis.
"Yes, such a mark exists on her side."
"Then I am afraid I am very much correct in my reading. This is a phenomenon that can occur at birth with very specific circumstances. Thankfully the circumstances are so specific that someone born with this brand exists only once every 400 years or more. The person must have been born at precisely noon, during a solar eclipse, on April 1st. Some refer to this brand as the Universe's cosmic joke considering how specific it must be." The Seer sighed as he looked away from the relatively young couple, not really wanting to look at their ashen faces.
"Considering how infrequent it happens, there is little knowledge about this. I will do what I can but frankly there is little I can do without further study, and even then I have no idea if I will be able to find a way to reverse it."
"But there must be something you can do! I can't stand to see my child go through so much danger and pain!" The Baron's wife grasped for any way out of their predicament, pleading with the Seer for help.
The Seer did not turn around. "I am sorry, but there is nothing that I can do at this time. I swear I will search for answers but for now I am afraid the only thing you can do is hire people to protect the child as well as they can. Make sure you keep your medical stores stocked, be wary of strangers, try to keep dangerous objects away from the child, and whatever you do, keep a close eye on her. She will be plagued by bad luck throughout her life for now. I am sorry there is not more I can do."
The Baron put a comforting hand on the Seer's shoulder. "I know you've done your best and I am grateful, at least now we know the cause of her misfortunes. Please, I will help you with everything you need, work as fast as you can to find a way to beat this 'brand'."
"I will do my best, my lord."
The idea is that this young girl was essentially cursed and now needs some real troopers to keep her dying from all manner of things. Kidnappers, assassins, food poisoning, random sharp metal objects, wild animals, diseases, magic, even mother nature herself at times. I kind of got this idea from "Long Live the Queen", a game about a young Queen-to-be that seems to have everything out to kill her. So I was thinking how about a roleplay about the caretakers who are trying to keep this girl from dying every week.