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OOC & Warning

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[I've spent a long time A) not writing, B) occasionally wishing to write and C) having nothing that I want to write. This is an endeavour to cut out all of these problems in one fell swoop. Whenever I feel in the mood to write, I'll point myself in the direction of this adventure. That being said, it means there's no guarantee schedule-wise for this.
This will be mainly text-based, but due to its format being directly inspired by NotailQuest, there will likely be occasional images.

Most of the notails in this adventure will likely go by any pronouns. If they do not, I will explicitly mention so in the narration.]

Warning:
Due to being centered around notail life, one needs to be cautioned about such matters as death of all kinds, dehumanisation, and other things such as that. Child mistreatment will likely also be part of it.

Reading about the notail section is recommended if you need to be certain of what else will come up.

Fortuna rolls a 7-sided dice. A 2 is rolled.
Fortuna rolls a 10-sided dice. A 5 is rolled.

This is it. The day you’ve been waiting for.

It was a time any notail child looked forward to, you knew, but it was more important to your village than any other. It was what someone could call your claim to fame - what you grew up learning, loving, training for above all else. You don’t know much about the world outside, but you know this:

You know that people will look at you, and the other children here, and if they know your village, they’ll know what you’re supposed to be the best at - like no one else.

That’s why you need to look presentable right now. Today will affect the rest of your life, like no other day has in your currently-short past.

What face are you wearing? What sign-off are you going to use?

And most importantly, just how excited are you?