RE: A Cordial Invitation
03-19-2018, 02:17 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-19-2018, 02:48 AM by wiltingMyosotis.)
Fate looks at the possibilities you've presented and rolls their humble die to determine your fate.
The universe frowns. The mere idea of a mortal changing the fabric of time makes them shiver. They ask Fate to roll again.
The universe accuses Fate of tampering with the die. For surely even they know someone like you cannot be handed such great power.
Fate only shrugs. "The dice have chosen it. I cannot change their mind."
They move on, and roll the dice again to determine your nickname, and your name.
And this is here where we go back to our story, dear reader. Your story, that is.
You look at yourself in the mirror. You are Catherine Terrer, also known as "Noot" to your friends. Your magic, when the universe chose to give it to you, was the ability to bend time in certain ways.
From a very young age, you've been warned against using your powers. Though your magic was powerful, and this branch came easy to you, all magic came with a price. If you push yourself too hard, you could mutate or worse. You've since learned to be careful with what you do.
You clear your throat. "I am Catherine Terrer, also known as 'Doot'. When I was born, the universe saw it fit to give me power over time. I've been careful to use it wisely. It's my pleasure for me to meet you all."
You lock eyes with yourself and nod. You've practiced your speech enough. You'd have to trust yourself to act well around nobles. Hopefully they won't want your head.
You look around your room. Do you want to search for something to bring first, or should you meet the guard outside now?
Fate has rolled an 8 on a 8-sided die.
The universe frowns. The mere idea of a mortal changing the fabric of time makes them shiver. They ask Fate to roll again.
Fate has rolled an 8 on a 8-sided die.
The universe accuses Fate of tampering with the die. For surely even they know someone like you cannot be handed such great power.
Fate only shrugs. "The dice have chosen it. I cannot change their mind."
They move on, and roll the dice again to determine your nickname, and your name.
Fate has rolled a 2 and a 1 on a 5-sided die.
And this is here where we go back to our story, dear reader. Your story, that is.
You look at yourself in the mirror. You are Catherine Terrer, also known as "Noot" to your friends. Your magic, when the universe chose to give it to you, was the ability to bend time in certain ways.
From a very young age, you've been warned against using your powers. Though your magic was powerful, and this branch came easy to you, all magic came with a price. If you push yourself too hard, you could mutate or worse. You've since learned to be careful with what you do.
You clear your throat. "I am Catherine Terrer, also known as 'Doot'. When I was born, the universe saw it fit to give me power over time. I've been careful to use it wisely. It's my pleasure for me to meet you all."
You lock eyes with yourself and nod. You've practiced your speech enough. You'd have to trust yourself to act well around nobles. Hopefully they won't want your head.
You look around your room. Do you want to search for something to bring first, or should you meet the guard outside now?