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MEMSHARE - AUTHORIAL INTENT
Oct. 24th, 2022 09:40 pmA priestess arrives in the far-flung village of Akroti, in the hinterlands of Minos. Her name lost, she begins to attend the people in the midst of a catastrophe - sheltering children as fire rains from the sky.
She tends to the village's warriors as they defend the town from beasts, and sanctifies their weapons to protect them from wear and tear. She sings the shared stories of their people, stories famous and obscure, to bolster the spirits of the people of the village in hard times.
She helps passers-by, adventurers and merchants and lost, exiled souls alike. She urges them to stay, to partake of this wondrous part of her homeland, just as beautiful as the rest, but none do. Because along with the catastrophes and beasts that plague Terra as a whole, the village of Akroti, and the entire border of Minos is under constant siege by the petty lords of neighbouring Sargon - the simmering continuation of a conflict spanning generations.
Minos does not directly face this threat, weary of the constant invasions and warfare that plagued its past. Sargon does not tell its border lords to stop, for the plunder keeps them satisfied with their lot. The people of Akroti suffer, and this beautiful land is left barren and abandoned by all who would otherwise happily witness its glory.
The priestess, one day, meets a mercenary belonging to a downtrodden race cursed to wander Terra, outcast from civilization as she once was. He is brutish and crass, but she extends the hand of friendship to him against the advice of the citizens of Akroti. In turn, he joins them in defending the village. And when the priestess finally travels under cover of night to a nearby raiding camp, to turn it into tinder for the flame of liberty -
- she has at her back that mercenary, now her revered bodyguard, and several others who have heard the voiceless cry of the people of Minos.
This army was nothing more than a brash and reckless adventuring party, led by a would-be goddess who's lacking strategy found success only because of inhuman stubbornness, faith, and resilience. Still - they kept the torch, throughout the longest night.
The heroes were not perfect,
but they were the only ones there to fight.
She tends to the village's warriors as they defend the town from beasts, and sanctifies their weapons to protect them from wear and tear. She sings the shared stories of their people, stories famous and obscure, to bolster the spirits of the people of the village in hard times.
She helps passers-by, adventurers and merchants and lost, exiled souls alike. She urges them to stay, to partake of this wondrous part of her homeland, just as beautiful as the rest, but none do. Because along with the catastrophes and beasts that plague Terra as a whole, the village of Akroti, and the entire border of Minos is under constant siege by the petty lords of neighbouring Sargon - the simmering continuation of a conflict spanning generations.
Minos does not directly face this threat, weary of the constant invasions and warfare that plagued its past. Sargon does not tell its border lords to stop, for the plunder keeps them satisfied with their lot. The people of Akroti suffer, and this beautiful land is left barren and abandoned by all who would otherwise happily witness its glory.
The priestess, one day, meets a mercenary belonging to a downtrodden race cursed to wander Terra, outcast from civilization as she once was. He is brutish and crass, but she extends the hand of friendship to him against the advice of the citizens of Akroti. In turn, he joins them in defending the village. And when the priestess finally travels under cover of night to a nearby raiding camp, to turn it into tinder for the flame of liberty -
- she has at her back that mercenary, now her revered bodyguard, and several others who have heard the voiceless cry of the people of Minos.
This army was nothing more than a brash and reckless adventuring party, led by a would-be goddess who's lacking strategy found success only because of inhuman stubbornness, faith, and resilience. Still - they kept the torch, throughout the longest night.
The heroes were not perfect,
but they were the only ones there to fight.
snake memshare (heroic)
Jun. 13th, 2022 01:18 pmPallas travels through a village, spear and shield in hand as people of varying degrees of minotaur-ness peek out of their homes to watch her.
At the end of the path, she reaches a group of tents. She bangs her spear on her shield, demanding that the soldier's commanding officers come out - instead, a hulking hyena-person approaches her, asking why he should listen to a little priestess like her.
She answers by skewering him straight through the heart, before turning to the crowd that has slowly begun to gather around her, and calls out:
Come, faithful warriors of Akroti! We are all people of Minos, and we are not alone! Show these invaders that we are not mere artists and storytellers to be trampled upon and exploited! Light the flames of resistance, and they shall burn hot and fierce!
There's chaotic scuffle afterwards as they charge the encampment, Pallas taking on the bulk of the fighting - and seemingly, the more people watch her fight the stronger she gets and the stronger those who have decided to charge forward with her get too. A sparkling aura of whirling oak leaves and rose petals surrounds her as she heals every wound she takes by bashing another enemy soldier in the head.
At the end of it all, she sits outside the burning encampment, sharing a drink with the others and singing in a language that's like, ?almost Greek?.
At the end of the path, she reaches a group of tents. She bangs her spear on her shield, demanding that the soldier's commanding officers come out - instead, a hulking hyena-person approaches her, asking why he should listen to a little priestess like her.
She answers by skewering him straight through the heart, before turning to the crowd that has slowly begun to gather around her, and calls out:
Come, faithful warriors of Akroti! We are all people of Minos, and we are not alone! Show these invaders that we are not mere artists and storytellers to be trampled upon and exploited! Light the flames of resistance, and they shall burn hot and fierce!
There's chaotic scuffle afterwards as they charge the encampment, Pallas taking on the bulk of the fighting - and seemingly, the more people watch her fight the stronger she gets and the stronger those who have decided to charge forward with her get too. A sparkling aura of whirling oak leaves and rose petals surrounds her as she heals every wound she takes by bashing another enemy soldier in the head.
At the end of it all, she sits outside the burning encampment, sharing a drink with the others and singing in a language that's like, ?almost Greek?.
