You shall take care of the lands and dine with the bureaucrats. Enjoying the luxuries of wealth. But don't get too comfy. If the kingdom falls, so will your glory, and it's your head that will be next to fall. *wags finger* ...So take good care of my kingdom.
For you FiNe ladies, you shall be the forest fae. Rumored by many, seen by few. Each a little unique and peculiar. Your abode will be in Greenwood Forest, located north west of the kingdom.
And you FiNe gents, you shall be the forest gnomes. Digging burrows and living away from man... where your love of nature and animals can flourish.
As for you FiSe ladies, you shall be the nymphs of the lake. Elegant, seductive and elusive. You gents too.
Now, what's a kingdom without the elders? You NiFe gents will be the wise old men of the town. The king is always a bit suspicious of you, and generally thinks you're batty. But whenever he's in a pickle... he calls you in for an audience. More often than not what you say comes to pass, but not in the way you said it.
As for you NiFe ladies, well, you get the be the medicine woman. Nobody quite knows whether they are being placebo-effected or not... but they feel better afterward, so they keep coming back. Nobody quite knows how you do it, but the local watchmaker's onto you.
Ah yes, the watchmaker. A clever fellow who's quite the wiz with his hands, and repairs most broken things in town. This is you SiTe fellows, of course. You're not all watchmakers, of course. Some of you are blacksmiths, craftsmen, and some of you dine at the king's parties.
And then there's the SeTi gents, you guys get to be the army. Rowdy, manly soldiers... the lot of you. You love the local bar, the thrill, and the excitement of battle. Plus the prim and proper fancy life isn't for you anyways... Bunch of overdressed wussies who couldn't hold their own out there in the elements.
And you SeTi ladies like to hang out there too, as well as kick some ass of your own.
But you SeFi gents are a little more soft. Underneath all that muscle, you have a soft spot for animals. That's why you became the bird keeper and horse tamer.
You SeFi ladies are a bit more similar to the nymphs, if a bit more earthbound. You're the sensational and elusive gypsies of the town. Sometimes your unconventional lifestyle earns you a bad rep, but you care far more about your self expression.
Yet as nice as the SeFi are, the king has need for a steely personality to get things done. NiTe gents, you get to be the knights. A little blood won't make you cringe. And your high class sword training certainly comes in handy here. Just don't go into battle without your SeTi bretheren, because one knight can't win a battle alone.
You NiTe ladies have a bit of a different role. The king has need of your nerves of steel too, but your slim figure makes you more suited for stealth missions, making you the assassin.
As for you NeTi gents, some of you work as royal jesters. It doesn't seem much, but what people don't know is the pay is astronomical, especially if you get the king in a good mood. Plus, it beats working a boring old shop.
Although the shops can be quite amusing too. The NeTi ladies get to be the local toy makers and trinket makers at the market. They come up with the latest gadgets for the local kids to play with.
And the NeFi ladies are the town sweethearts. Agreeable, humanitarian and fun/hilarious to be around. The king also has one or two NeFi gents working on new inventions for him, alongside the watchmaker.
And then we have you TiNe as the town hermits. Like the NiFe, you're a bit of an odd fellow. Some of you go batty, but some of you have rather clever ideas. You like to spend a lot of time in the forests, talking with the fae and other critters.
And you TiNe ladies are the king's interpreters of scripture. You and the SiTe ladies manage the library and make sure the king's actions are in line with religion and sacred rituals. But you can be a bit long-winded sometimes.
And you TiSe ladies and gents get to be the archers. What, with your precision and all. You're a much more technical kind of warrior, and you don't quite have the build to be on the front lines. But you get plenty done from a distance.
You SiFe gents get to be the town bakers. Everyone knows your shop. You've had it in your family for 60 years. And you know most people in town. A few of you have a following of admirers. The ladies like the hard-working, stable (and handsome) sort. Not someone who's going into battle daily.
And you SiFe ladies are the teachers at the local school. You love kids and raising the next generation. Sometimes they ask you to babysit, and you do it out of kindness. You and the NeFi sweethearts get along well.
As for you FeSi gents... well, one of you is the General of the king's army. You stand by your honor and you know how to organize your troops, and provide a good morale. The rest of you are patriarchs in town. Some of you are assigned to police the town for trouble, and some of you are the leaders and trainers at the archery club and horse club.
And you FeSi ladies are town matriarchs. A couple of you serve in the king's high council, as "Representatives of the People". You bring into mind the concerns of the common folk when the king needs to make a decision. You FeNi ladies are right there with them too, giving your own view.
And compared to the stability of the General, you FeNi gents get to be the war heroes. You have your own little group of ace soldiers and you cut right through the enemy when needed. Your sense of morale borders on cultish and even the king's a little afraid of your power - or of a coupe. Still, you're on the king's side... most of the time.
And lastly, you TeNi ladies and gents get to be the king and queen of the opposing kingdom. Rumor has it your kingdom is in allegiance with the dark forest gnomes and fae. You object a bit less to underhanded tactics and keep the TeSi king always on the lookout. You two play a chess game with your kingdoms.
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I might whisper into the king's ear from time to time... or be called upon by a very clever oracle. But I'm a volatile God, you see. I might decide to cause a famine or flood - it all depends on my mood! *manic laugh* So keep an eye out, humans.
These are your starting positions, according to your type, but who knows... things can evolve and crisscross in many ways as the story unfolds. Keep it interesting.
Thus it was spoken.
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*suddenly ayoungspirit's beard grows down to his waist, and his clothes change into red robes*
*snaps his fingers again*
*champagne_dad transforms: *
*both are instantly teleported to the middle of the town marketplace*
Narrator: Today is Fravicksen day here in town square. A local pie eating contest, where the queen herself awards the winner with a chair on the council, and the legendary Raventhorn necklace.
This necklace is rumored to grant endless joy to the wearer. Although it has at times caused the wearer to be so happy that they spend days in uncontrollable laughter. In any case, it fetches a high price on the black market.
Actually.. *flips through ancient book* As you can see here, the pie eating contest is a.. mundane replacement for the original ceremony. It was originally ordained by the Prophet Erydos that seven of the village's first-born lambs and one virgin maiden be sacrificed on Fravicksen day in order to satiate the wrath of the Flamboyant God.
According to the scriptures, the punishment of this deity is unscrupulous indeed; as it is said:
And on that dark and stormy day of Fravicksen, young Eli forgoteth to foldeth his socks. Out from his window, he hearkened the cry of a ghastly storm, and a terrible wind blew his window hence... 'ELI' the God of Flamboyance did speaketh, 'THOU HAST BROKEN MY COMMANDMENT. NOW YE SHALL FACE MY PUNISHMENT OF DOOOOM!'
It is written that young Eli suffered for forty days and nights tied to a post being tickled with various feather dusters made from the feathers of 142 different varieties of the fluffiest birds.
.. Moral of the story, cherry pie is no replacement for a good ol' fashioned sacrifice. And, be sure to fold your socks this Fravicksen day ^__^
the crowd's dead as a door nail 'round here, isn't it :/
*takes out spell book*
me thinks I can liven it up a bit ^^
*performs alchemical spell, taking dust from the ground, coals from the bonfire and calling forth a wind to combine them in circle drawn on the ground*
Word spreads across the Edamer's kingdom of God's message, and spies in the city soon bring the news to queen Edaver's palace
"Anything my heart desires?" she grinned
"I could get a larger palace. New bdsm gear. Eternal youth. A new emerald chair!"
"Or should I make it ruby... Darling, what do you think?"
"Oh nevermind. You have no sense of taste. I should ask the nymphs of the lake, they know a thing or two about fashion"
"I just can't stand these old rags anymore. Is black leather the darkest thing these incompetent tailors can find? I bet this dragon's scales would make for a glorious new dress. Something fierce. Something sexy."
"That's it, I've made my decision. Bring the army forward to march on Edamer's kingdom at once!"
Too impatient to go around the long way, the Queen orders her army through the forest, as she rides on her palanquin.
"Ugh, this heat is unbearable"
She swats a fly... or was it a fly? seemed a bit too big for a fly... She looks out of her palanquin with glee at the smoking city towers ahead, soon to be hers, and the dragon with it.
"All halt!" says the queen's general, causing her glorious chair to jerk forward.
"What's the meaning of this?!" she squints ahead at what appears to be a battalion of fairies riding horses, trying to block their passage ...and lead by a rather chubby looking gnome holding a pitchfork.
"Little man, tell your fairy friends to move it, as I'd rather not have to clean my windshield later. I just got it cleaned this morning."