This is the beginnings of a backstory for a level 20 Glamour bard and I would love your thoughts on it
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Amabel sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.
She’d had that dream again. The same one that had been pestering her the past five years. It had become less vivid over time and less painful; “but yet,” she thought, staring blankly at the bare wooden wall, “I shouldn’t be dreaming at all.”
Shaking her head from side to side, as if to empty it of the previous night’s memories, Amabel forced herself out of bed. She needed to start the day and the others would be here soon and she didn’t want them to see her like this. This was personal; her private pain, a torment she kept buried deep inside.
It was the usual routine. Rise; pick a bodice, wash, comb her hair, pin it up. It had been five years since that incident with the homunculus …. Five years since she lost her ability to entre trance. She was starting to get used to it now, but why was she remembering that? True; it was a hard fight, one in which she had almost lost her life, but there were happier times that came after and even during her difficult recovery, Amabel had found a sort of happiness and peace in her sister’s tender care.
She reached out her hand as if to touch something invisible – “Meryl;” she whispered, “I wish you were here.”
Amabel chose a soft, shimmering bodice. It was deep indigo-blue in colour and embroidered with golden runes. She had received it as a gift from her parents during her difficult convalescence and it was still one of her favourite pieces of clothing.
After washing up, Amabel sat in front of the mirror to comb her hair. In the dim morning light, her soft blonde hair shone like long strands of gold. It was the same colour as her sisters, bright and radiant and long.
Amabel never really enjoyed her sisters’ company. They may have been twins but they could not have been more different and her sisters’ dower, serious mood always annoyed her. There was scarcely a topic either of them agreed upon and so the pair fought constantly, about everything. Nether-the-less; despite all their differences of opinions, all their arguments and disagreements, Meryl had been there for her, when she needed her the most.
A commotion coming from outside, snapped Amabel out of her daydream.
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This is really as far as I have getting, still lots more that needs to be written but I would love your opinions on what there is so far.
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This is the beginnings of a backstory for a level 20 Glamour bard and I would love your thoughts on it
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Amabel sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.
She’d had that dream again. The same one that had been pestering her the past five years. It had become less vivid over time and less painful; “but yet,” she thought, staring blankly at the bare wooden wall, “I shouldn’t be dreaming at all.”
Shaking her head from side to side, as if to empty it of the previous night’s memories, Amabel forced herself out of bed. She needed to start the day and the others would be here soon and she didn’t want them to see her like this. This was personal; her private pain, a torment she kept buried deep inside.
It was the usual routine. Rise; pick a bodice, wash, comb her hair, pin it up. It had been five years since that incident with the homunculus …. Five years since she lost her ability to entre trance. She was starting to get used to it now, but why was she remembering that? True; it was a hard fight, one in which she had almost lost her life, but there were happier times that came after and even during her difficult recovery, Amabel had found a sort of happiness and peace in her sister’s tender care.
She reached out her hand as if to touch something invisible – “Meryl;” she whispered, “I wish you were here.”
Amabel chose a soft, shimmering bodice. It was deep indigo-blue in colour and embroidered with golden runes. She had received it as a gift from her parents during her difficult convalescence and it was still one of her favourite pieces of clothing.
After washing up, Amabel sat in front of the mirror to comb her hair. In the dim morning light, her soft blonde hair shone like long strands of gold. It was the same colour as her sisters, bright and radiant and long.
Amabel never really enjoyed her sisters’ company. They may have been twins but they could not have been more different and her sisters’ dower, serious mood always annoyed her. There was scarcely a topic either of them agreed upon and so the pair fought constantly, about everything. Nether-the-less; despite all their differences of opinions, all their arguments and disagreements, Meryl had been there for her, when she needed her the most.
A commotion coming from outside, snapped Amabel out of her daydream.
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This is really as far as I have getting, still lots more that needs to be written but I would love your opinions on what there is so far.
A caffeinated nerd who has played TTRPGs or a number of years and is very much a fantasy adventure geek.