GenerationsAs you stare across the bonfire, flames dancing in the light breeze, throwing their light and illuminating the faces on the other side. In a moment of thought, you experience, the trodden blades of grass massage your feet. You hear, the breeze rustling the leaves of the tall fir trees that surround the clearing, interspersed by the crackling of the fire. You feel, the mellow heat of the fire reaching for your body, warming you. And you think back on your childhood, the events that lead to this moment.
I was born in this village and named
(Name). my father. His brown eyes, dark tanned skin and black hair were opposite to my mothers who like the other villagers, having blond hair, blue eyes and pale, if somewhat tanned skin. I myself, look more like my father, with my black hair and darkly tanned skin but unlike him I have dark blue eyes.
The village is isolated from most things, the only intrusions into the daily life being tax collectors. But other than that we live off the land as best we can. The sun beats down hard on us during the summer, then leaves again in the winter, allowing the snow to escape the heavens. It can be cold. But we survive. Through supporting each other if nothing else.
When someone needs a house built, we build it. When someone needs some food, we give it. When someone needs a a field cleared for farming we all help out. Only a hundred or so live here. My father tells me elsewhere there are massive town containing thousands, but here everyone knows everyone else. We pray every Sunday at the fortified wooden church on the hill.
The Lord who owns the village rarely visits. But he seems nice enough from what I have seen, if a bit large in the belly. But his wife and son live here with their servants and tend to stay out of the village main. Instead staying safely in their manor.
That's the village. Small but tighnit.
Unlike the others in my village my father taught me to read and write as well as speak in his own tongue. And other skills when I got even older. My father is from across the mountains in the east you see.
I remember the day he told me how he arrived here...
NotesSo doing this on my iPad till I get back home in a week.
The turns in this will each be a whole Year might change at some point.
Before a turn you can tell me what your goals and stuff are, basically what you want to do.
During the turn there will be 3 or so events which will determine what will happen to your character.
Once your character dies and if he has children then you will take control of one of them. Then rinse and repeat. Alternatively you can take control of one of your children when they turn 16.
Right now is just an intro. It will decide a lot of things. But once you give your name I'll write the first event. There will probably be 5 or so events for this first bit.
If you hadn't guessed already this is a medieval world. So eldest males inherit. The world will be reasonably realistic so no beating a bear to death with your fist. Also if you die we start over so don't do stupid things.
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Topic: (SG) Generations (Read 2913 times)