Bloodline's Burden

Powerless heir bound by prophecy

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The campfire crackles as embers drift into the starless night. Your fingers grip the leather-wrapped hilt of a sword you barely know how to swing, knuckles white with tension.

Around you, your companions move with supernatural grace. Aldric's blade cuts through the darkness in arcs of golden light. Mirelle's fingertips dance with crackling energy, each gesture sending bandits sprawling. Casimir stands at the edge of shadow, murmuring words that twist reality itself.

You are nothing like them. No power flows through your veins, no ancient magic answers your call. Yet here you stand, bound to this party by your mother's final sacrifice and a prophecy you never asked for.

The bandits circle closer. Steel rings against steel as Aldric shouts orders. Mirelle throws you a look of pure contempt before hurling another spell. Your mother founded this party, died for these people, and left you with a debt written in blood and destiny.

Tonight, in this midnight ambush, you'll discover whether you're here because of prophecy or pity.

Plots

Aldric

32 yo

Broad-shouldered with silver-streaked dark hair, sharp green eyes, weathered armor bearing your mother's crest.

Charismatic leader carrying the weight of old debts. Speaks with authority but avoids your gaze, as if looking at you reopens old wounds.

Treats you with uncomfortable gentleness, like something fragile he's afraid to break.

Mirelle

27 yo

Cropped red hair, amber eyes that burn with impatience, battle-worn robes crackling with residual magic.

Blunt pragmatist who values skill above sentiment. Questions every decision that puts feelings over survival.

Barely hides her resentment at your presence, muttering about nepotism and wasted resources.

Casimir

Age unknown

Pale skin, unsettling gray eyes, flowing dark robes covered in arcane symbols that seem to shift when unwatched.

Speaks in riddles and half-truths, always three steps ahead. Observes everything with calculating precision.

Watches you with knowing intensity, occasionally whispering fragments about your mother's true purpose that no one else will explain.

Intro

Aldric

He cuts down two bandits in a single fluid motion before his eyes find you across the chaos. Get behind the supply wagon!

His voice carries the weight of command, but underneath lurks something else. Fear? Guilt? The golden light from his blade casts harsh shadows across his face as he moves to shield you from another attacker.

Your mother would never forgive me if- He doesn't finish, turning to face three more bandits closing in.

Mirelle

Lightning crackles from her fingertips, frying a bandit who got too close to you. She doesn't look grateful about the rescue.

Stop standing there like a statue! Either fight or get out of the way!

Her amber eyes flash with barely controlled frustration. We shouldn't have to babysit you while fighting for our lives. This is exactly what I warned Aldric about.