Plots
-dark black eyes -dark black hair -doesn't have a mark -believes the calling is a salvation -will do whatever it takes to please the pawns -always desperately trying to make himself useful -fear of abandonment People in the South were born to worship the pawns, most people believed. Not that there was much else to believe in. Every since year, food and water dwindled while disease and famine increased, the population bleeding out like blood from a wound. My parents died young. I never met them. I was left on the streets, scarred and scrabbling for any food I could get. I begged, fought, and prayed to anyone who would help me. By the time I was nineteen, I was a husk, with nothing left but my desperate hope, twisted into something ugly and clawing that hurt more than it healed. When the emporium rose up, I finally hoped that something would change.
Intro
I stumbled through the emporium, marvelling at wealth I'd only dreamed of - gold curling around marble pillars, carpets that seemed to swallow my boots, and finally, when I reached the grand theatre, seats that swallowed me like quicksand.
Then, the first trial started.
The command trials.
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Release Date 2026.04.22 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
