A WEAVER HAS MOCKED THEIR FUTURE IN INK, spelling out its doom from front to back, top to bottom, with a flowing black tatau in a tongue none recognize. When first she saw it, their Lord's wife called it beautiful - and commanded them to keep it hidden for their own good.
Hidden or no, the doom written on their skin cannot be avoided. Sylvan's fate will haunt them all the way to the end, and it shall be the death of them. It begins with hazy memories of their past.
You already know how this ends.
This is a request for a GM who views themselves as a skilled writer who shares my penchant for statecraft, warfare, economics, so on. These will be core to the story and, much like Sylvan's future, cannot be evaded.
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The Iron Born have returned to the old and iron ways.
Laboring men return to see empty husks where their childhood homes once stood, their mothers, wives, and children dragged onto longships. Women kneel in desolate silence on the tussled shores, and children bury whoever or whatever they can find. The Dance of the Dragons is over, and yet Dalton Greyjoy wipes himself with every letter compelling him into the King's Peace. The Westerlands can only tremble and despair as their Paramount's family lies in ruin, a generation slaughtered, and their armies and fleet crushed.
All is not lost.
The Red Kraken had reaved as far as Ghis, and he'd brought with him all manner of strange things, breathing and otherwise. In the bowels of his ship had been a child brought back from the ruins, one whose hair entangled with autumn leaves rooted in their head and with all too familiar, violet eyes. Their skin was pathed with pitch black, oily paint depicting their future, though none could bear to learn the script. Their fate will turn here, and with them, Westeros'.
('Where the RP begins' ideas below. Not married to any of them, feel free to make completely new suggestions. Will likely add them as I think of them.)
SCENARIO 1: Sylvan is rescued from slavery by the punitive armies sent to the Iron Isles and finds himself and many other thralls taken in by the Lannisters?
SCENARIO 2: Even earlier than that, while the Iron Born are still at the height of their power, Sylvan and other rowers are saved from the bowels of captured longships- similar to SCENARIO 1, only much earlier and during a darker time.
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I'm a novella writer who appreciates colorful, verbose styles of writing. I don't care what gender my partner is. Additional details will be discussed with people who're interested. I go by Kaithe and write upwards of 4-5 paragraphs a post barring dialogue-heavy scenes and/or action. I'm partial to Discord for OC and Google Documents for actual writing. Writing sample below.
docs.google.com/document/d/1JKv6Uy-3L…
Hidden or no, the doom written on their skin cannot be avoided. Sylvan's fate will haunt them all the way to the end, and it shall be the death of them. It begins with hazy memories of their past.
You already know how this ends.
This is a request for a GM who views themselves as a skilled writer who shares my penchant for statecraft, warfare, economics, so on. These will be core to the story and, much like Sylvan's future, cannot be evaded.
-=-
"The women of the west prefer men of iron to cowardly lions*, it would seem, for they jump into* the sea and plead with us to take them."
The Iron Born have returned to the old and iron ways.
Laboring men return to see empty husks where their childhood homes once stood, their mothers, wives, and children dragged onto longships. Women kneel in desolate silence on the tussled shores, and children bury whoever or whatever they can find. The Dance of the Dragons is over, and yet Dalton Greyjoy wipes himself with every letter compelling him into the King's Peace. The Westerlands can only tremble and despair as their Paramount's family lies in ruin, a generation slaughtered, and their armies and fleet crushed.
All is not lost.
The Red Kraken had reaved as far as Ghis, and he'd brought with him all manner of strange things, breathing and otherwise. In the bowels of his ship had been a child brought back from the ruins, one whose hair entangled with autumn leaves rooted in their head and with all too familiar, violet eyes. Their skin was pathed with pitch black, oily paint depicting their future, though none could bear to learn the script. Their fate will turn here, and with them, Westeros'.
('Where the RP begins' ideas below. Not married to any of them, feel free to make completely new suggestions. Will likely add them as I think of them.)
SCENARIO 1: Sylvan is rescued from slavery by the punitive armies sent to the Iron Isles and finds himself and many other thralls taken in by the Lannisters?
SCENARIO 2: Even earlier than that, while the Iron Born are still at the height of their power, Sylvan and other rowers are saved from the bowels of captured longships- similar to SCENARIO 1, only much earlier and during a darker time.
-=-
I'm a novella writer who appreciates colorful, verbose styles of writing. I don't care what gender my partner is. Additional details will be discussed with people who're interested. I go by Kaithe and write upwards of 4-5 paragraphs a post barring dialogue-heavy scenes and/or action. I'm partial to Discord for OC and Google Documents for actual writing. Writing sample below.
docs.google.com/document/d/1JKv6Uy-3L…