[Enter, somethefuckwhere in this world, a province steeped in magic, wary of the world beyond, content to be ruled so long as it is not disturbed. Shaded by Yggdrasil, warded by Its Knights, it survives, a relative haven for humans who would live with magic.
There's a rumor riding about of late, though, disturbing the peace. Something about a ghost. Something about a lich, people take to correcting each other after a while - when you knock your soul loose to become one, you also knock the good and bad parts of the soul apart, and your conscience goes wandering. Read it in a book somewhere. Definitely a lich-shadow. You see the Knights out of late, it's a lich they're looking for, the Royal Knight of Roses was out here just yesterday saying nobody panic -
and so on, etc.
Other than that, all seems more or less well. There's a handful of lesser dragons in residence here, and a handful of people known for getting on with them, and the young Knight of the Dragon's Book is no landed aristocrat but he has a modest manor with spare rooms and knows to admire a proper dragon's pupil when he sees one. He's all stoicism and stern decorum and cool, steady confidence, even when he has to ask Bryn to leave his sister to her own company while pretending he trusts the request will be honored.
Erika is sickly, and shy, and even the house's three servants see little of her. She keeps to the third floor almost exclusively. She receives orders of books frequently. The same servants shake their heads wearily with faint smiles if asked to describe her. They recount brief but harrowing encounters.
Their healthy fear is probably why none of the doors on the third floor are unlocked. They've just...never had to be.]
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There's a rumor riding about of late, though, disturbing the peace. Something about a ghost. Something about a lich, people take to correcting each other after a while - when you knock your soul loose to become one, you also knock the good and bad parts of the soul apart, and your conscience goes wandering. Read it in a book somewhere. Definitely a lich-shadow. You see the Knights out of late, it's a lich they're looking for, the Royal Knight of Roses was out here just yesterday saying nobody panic -
and so on, etc.
Other than that, all seems more or less well. There's a handful of lesser dragons in residence here, and a handful of people known for getting on with them, and the young Knight of the Dragon's Book is no landed aristocrat but he has a modest manor with spare rooms and knows to admire a proper dragon's pupil when he sees one. He's all stoicism and stern decorum and cool, steady confidence, even when he has to ask Bryn to leave his sister to her own company while pretending he trusts the request will be honored.
Erika is sickly, and shy, and even the house's three servants see little of her. She keeps to the third floor almost exclusively. She receives orders of books frequently. The same servants shake their heads wearily with faint smiles if asked to describe her. They recount brief but harrowing encounters.
Their healthy fear is probably why none of the doors on the third floor are unlocked. They've just...never had to be.]