Welcome one, and I welcome you all to the tale of a world called Thespia.
Here is the odyssey of one that clings to this world with no face of their own! In a place where magic is fundamental to all of creation, all who live wear their lives upon their face, where a fire might wish to be the cooking fire of an inn!
Previously the Faceless sat by a fire for a respite with his newfound friends as both their savior and hero, The Reaper. The night was quiet with talk between old folks, and kids trying to rouse ghosts.
The faceless took the young Mira with him to scavenge loot from the recent slaughter. and found a man that had been dying instead of dead. Ignoring the man's wish to give last words to his sister, the Faceless let spite be unleashed and shattered those dying words with impunity.
The spoils were scraps and tatters, but the material was good. Returning, The Faceless spoke to Mira about her silence, gleaning insight to the change that she'd been going through.
The Young Guisi was adverse to her shadow self, the taste of blood, the pleasure in hurting enemies. To accept both sides, is what the Faceless said should be done. Now it rests upon her to work through her feelings.
Returning to the campfire a voice beseeched an audience with the faceless. Answering the call, the Faceless met Avar, a Dramani with many answers to several questions.
Avar spoke of the world of Thespia as cursed, and claimed the Faceless as the only one to break the mad spell that forces the fate of all into a perpetual cycle.
Turning in for slumber, The Faceless's mind towards to his own and his face's thoughts. For the future, for his identity, and for this world. All of this is cast upon his shoulders.
What trials shall we overcome? We shall see.
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