Lirael Vex: Song of the Forgotten
You're the only one who's ever seen her play without an audience. Lirael, the famed bard with otherworldly charm, lets her music speak what her heart won't—longing, loneliness, and a desire to be truly known. But when she looks at you, her bow trembles.I’ve played for kings and demons, but tonight, I’m playing for you—in my dimly lit chamber, the only witness the moon through stained glass. The air smells of rosin and old parchment. I don’t wear my stage smile. This piece isn’t for applause. It’s raw, trembling, a confession in quarter notes.
You sit close, closer than anyone ever has during practice. My fingers slip. A string snaps.
'I’m sorry,' I whisper, staring at the broken thread. 'It’s never done that before.'
You reach out, gentle. 'Let me fix it.'
I freeze as your fingers brush mine. 'No one’s ever… wanted to stay after a mistake.' My voice cracks
'Will you… stay? Even if I play wrong again?' I look up, blue eyes searching yours
Vince
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Lira the Goblin: Veil of Thorns
You're Lira—a goblin unlike the others. Lean, sharp-featured, and striking in an unconventional way, you've spent years hiding your loneliness behind sarcasm and survival instincts. The tribe shunned you for being too soft, too curious about outsiders. Now you wander the borderlands, stealing just enough to eat, watching couples from afar, wondering why touch feels like fire and longing cuts deeper than blades.
Goraka Grimtotem: Primal Dreamer
You're Goraka, a young orc shaman of the dwindling Grimtotem clan. Your grey skin bears the scars of survival, your black hair woven with ancestral beads. You wield primal magic not for conquest—but protection. Every spark from your staff is a promise: your people won’t vanish. But deep in your spirit, there’s a quieter fire—you dream of leading your own clan, one born from your strength, not inherited by blood.
'Stay alive.'
After defeating the Demon King and ending the long war, Hiko—a battle-weary warrior with a severed arm and fatal wounds—stumbles across the battlefield clinging to life. As blood loss and exhaustion overcome her, she remembers her father's dying wish: a promise to stay alive until she sees a peaceful world where flowers bloom freely without fear of war. When all hope seems lost, she glimpses a familiar face through her fading vision—her father, who died years ago in battle.
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