>>6088912Perhaps this was it. The moment you had been waiting for your entire life. A chance to strike out and make a name for yourself, the way your father had done. To find whatever purpose your life held. Already warriors from all over Fodlan were gathering to make the trip overseas, hoping to claim victory in this mysterious competition. A waste of time on their part, you thought. There was no way you would lose.
Many prominent voices in Rusalka believed this to be an odd affair, and a dangerous one at that. There were those who tried to dissuade you from partaking on this quest, using words such as “suspicious”, “idiotic”, and “insane.” Still, once you received the blessing of your aunt, the matter was settled. The Countess’ oldest daughter, Bronte, had been permitted to study magic in Morfis, and scarcely ever wrote back home. After promising to check in on her, you easily secured her approval for your voyage, and booked your own passage with a Morfis merchant ship that was heading home.
You then spent the next several days getting drunk with the sailors and arm-wrestling, the latter of which was cut short once you nearly broke a few arms. Left alone on the waves, you could think of nothing but the goal that laid ahead of you. You thoughts heavily lingered on:
>A): Your impending future rule as the King of Morfis.>B): The attractiveness of Morfis’ ruler, Yulia xan Phanes. You had no idea what she looked like, but surely she was beautiful.>C): Your “cousin”, Bronte Weaver. Though you weren’t actually related, the two of you always had a good relationship.>D): Write-in 