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>>6337218>>6337389>>6337414You furrow your brow. "You're young and you don't have any form of protection. It is obvious that you also do not know the ways of the forest either... If it were not for me the young man here would have --,"
"But you are here! You saved us. Now that we have Great Akvon's blessing, we will surely make it!" The girl cuts you off before you can finish.
Sighing, you ask, "You keep speaking of this Akvon. What are you talking about?"
The girl looks at you as if you hurt her. She turns to her brother, who quickly skitters over to her. She takes a deep breath, obviously disappointed. "If you really were an angel, you would know the name of your Master."
The brother finally speaks up. "Akvon is the mighty god of the waters both above and below. Sky, rain, clouds, wind, storms, seas... He controls it all! See sister, I knew he wasn't an angel. He's obviously a wise sage who lives out here, all alone."
Something about that bothers you. "I never made any claim to being anything other than myself!" You frown. "None of that explains why you are alone. Where is your mother and father?"
The two siblings look at one another with a flash of sorrow. "Father is gone. Mother has fallen ill. It is for her sake that we're travelling through the forest. There is said to be an old shrine to the north, that if we gather the waters from the shrine, it will cure any illness. We have no money for weapons, or for anyone to train us. This is our last hope."
Well, that's just great. Two defenseless youths on a last-ditch effort to save their dying mother. A twinge of sadness echoes in your heart. If you had the chance, surely you would do the same for Mama and Papa? Your brother looks at you. Of course, he pities these foolish young humans as well.
"Before I make any commitments, I would like to know your names." You try and force a smile.
The brother nods. "I'm Arne."
Sister takes a deep breath, still deeply offended that you're not a real angel. "My name is Sabina." She does a small bow towards you. "And what is your name, kind sir?" Her look of disappointment seems to fade away.
Your name? You've given other things names in the past, but you never stopped to name yourself. Mama and Papa always referred to you as something like "my child," and occasionally something like "my gift", and when they were upset with you they called you "no-egg"! You were never "hatched one", or "white feathers", understandably so, because you were not hatched and you have no feathers.
>I have no name. What do you wish to call me? (Sabina and Arne will name you...)>I was raised with the giant birds, who found me as a child. My name is Found.>Though I live among the giant birds, I was never hatched. My name is No-Egg.>My name is... (Write-in a name for our bird druid!) 