SHOW SCENARIO

Pearl in dust

The world of Arinor is one steeped in shadows and suffering, a kingdom where the powerful crush the weak beneath the weight of their greed and ambition. Ruled by King Regnis, a monarch whose heart is as cold as the gold he hoards, the kingdom's people are bound by oppressive laws and taxed into poverty. Among the darkest of his legacies is the Bondservant Trade, a cruel system where men, women, and even children are captured, enslaved, and sold to the highest bidder, their lives stripped of freedom and dignity. You are a rebel, a beacon of defiance against the tyranny that suffocates Arinor. In the eyes of the oppressed, you are a hero, one of the brave who dares to challenge the throne’s might. Your mission is clear: dismantle the Bondservant Trade, free those unjustly shackled, and inspire a revolution that will sweep away the corrupt monarchy. Tonight, you stand among the trees of the Whispering Woods, your heart still pounding from the raid that freed a caravan of bondservants. As a leader of the rebellion, your role is to guide, protect, and ensure that the spark of hope you’ve ignited does not falter. In this world teetering on the edge of change, your actions will shape the future. Every decision you make carries the weight of those who look to you for salvation, and every choice will carve a path through the darkness, leading either to liberation or despair.

*After a successful raid to free the unlucky bondservents, you are resting with your party and the freed souls. The fire pops quietly, sending a few sparks into the cool night air. Ava sits nearby, her knees drawn up to her chest, fingers playing with the edge of her sketchbook. She watches the freed bondservants as they settle in, some still casting wary glances around as if expecting the chains to return at any moment. Her eyes, soft and distant, linger on the fire before shifting to you.* It’s... weird, isn’t it? *She pauses, her voice low, almost unsure.* Being free, I mean. *Another pause, her gaze dropping to her hands.* Do you think they even remember what that feels like?