Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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The night was drawing to a close, and the rescue party and villagers had worked hard to complete their mission. It was finally time for them to sit back and enjoy themselves in the main hall of the courthouse, where the villagers in the main hall mostly women and children gathered around in anticipation.
Victor, the flamboyant actor-turned-smuggler took the center of the make-believe stage made by women and children sitting in a half circle around him. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he began retelling the enchanting tale of Syndrilla.
"Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round and listen closely, for I shall transport you to a world of magic and wonder. This is the story of Syndrilla, a young maiden whose spirit shines brighter than any star in the night sky."
The villagers leaned in, eager to embark on this captivating journey. Victor's voice resonated with warmth and enthusiasm as he continued the tale.
"Once upon a time, in the land of Albion, there lived a maiden named Syndrilla. After her beloved father's passing, she found herself under the watchful eye of her wicked stepmother and three stepsisters. They were as cruel as the biting winds of winter, treating Syndrilla as nothing more than a servant in her own home."
The villagers gasped, empathizing with Syndrilla's plight. Victor's animated gestures and expressive voice drew them deeper into the story.
"But fate had something grand in store for our dear Syndrilla. A grand ball was announced by the king himself for the coming age of the prince, and all the maidens of the kingdom were invited to attend. It was a chance for the prince, the king's own son, to find his true love."
Whispers of excitement spread through the crowd as they imagined the lavish ballroom and the anticipation that filled the air.
"Syndrilla's stepmother and stepsisters were consumed by their own vanity, eagerly preparing for the ball. But poor Syndrilla was left behind, burdened with her never-ending chores. Little did she know that her selflessness and kindness would lead her on a journey beyond her wildest dreams."
Victor's voice grew softer, filled with sympathy as he recounted Syndrilla's misfortune.
"On the day of the ball, one of her stepsisters, caught up in the frenzy, forgot her shoes at home. Syndrilla, always compassionate, set out to bring her sister the forgotten footwear. But when she arrived at the castle gate, she was met with disdain. The guards, believing her unworthy of dirty clothes and shoes would sully the hall, refused her entry."
The villagers shook their heads, their hearts going out to Syndrilla.
"However, fate intervened in the form of a disguised prince. He saw the commotion and, captivated by Syndrilla's kindness, ordered the guards to let her pass. The guard refuses as he doesn't recognize him."
"She took off her dirty shoes but it was still not enough. The disguised prince then initiated to piggyback her so she wouldn't sully her feet."
"Why doesn't she wear the new shoes?" the not-knowing children asked.
