gather round the fire // story-telling event

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[color=#137E7A]FINNLOCH
" i wanna take the long way home "

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the former medic would smile at the two newest members joining their small group, "something exciting, you say? hmm. ah. I think I've found one." she would hum, her eyes growing distant as she slipped into her memories. now. lore of her people, or a story she had gathered? a story she had gathered, she decided.

clearing her throat she settled into the most comfortable position that she could and began to spin her tale.

"days were the only thing worth looking forward to in times such as where our story takes place. the lands were beautiful, full of green life, brimming at the seams as the sun would gleam golden pff the lakes and rivers. it was the land of the fae or so it seemed, and within the land lived clans of folk. they celebrated the daytime and cursed the ever circling approaching threat of nighttime.

for in the nighttime, the land would turn against the ones who cared and lived upon it. living in some sort of four walled structure was necessary for the land would rearrange itself over night and there are many tales of travelers becoming lost in the folds of the land, not reappearing until many years later, either the same age as when they became lost, or much older.

the night was brimming with danger, from the beasts that wandered the inky black, to the folding lands and to the screaming of birds as the moon was swallowed by a pair of jaws every night. we follow the story of a young fae, a young woman who had nothing to hold her in one place.

from a young age, she had only ever been interested in her father's swords and all of the things that little boys were expected to be interested in, never once wanting to be stuck at her mother's side learning how to sew, weave, or cook. she always wanted to be out in the mud, grappling with the young men her father trained for the army of their lord. this created a pattern, where she would wake, try to sneak out to the training fields, only to be caught by the maids or her mother and made to do tasks expected of her. roughly at noon, she would escape to the fields where she learned all that she could about blades and swordplay.

as she grew, her interests mainly stayed the same, but grew outwards to encompass herbs and the study of plants. she would soon be engaged to yet another son of the allied duke's son. on the day of their final meeting before the beginning of their marriage, she had finally had enough of being meant to be a woman of these times, instead seeking the thrill and adventure of being a soldier. on the eve before her wedding, she would sneak away from their estate, wearing only the sword strapped tight to her body and the cloak upon her back. she would flee with a bag of coin. somehow, she would survive the night, encountering many fearsome beasts and ghouls. she would reach the lord's city after a few nights out in the wilds." she would take a break, allowing for questions and to rest her voice as she drank from some water.