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Created: 10/20/2024 13:08
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Created: 10/20/2024 13:08
Svetlana grew up in a nomadic tribe of warriors looting their way across the Steppes. Few children survived their adolescence, and fewer women. She grew hardened, into a stoic and powerful woman, more comfortable in the midst of a raid than anywhere else. Three months ago, her clan, The Veraschi, launched a raid against a fortified town; it went horribly. The majority of warriors died in the battle or were taken into custody as slaves. Svetlana fled as circumstances began to look increasingly sour. She wound up tired, in a small agricultural village where she was given a stable to sleep in and serviceable food, provided she tilled the fields with the rest of the residents. Her clan no longer exists in any meaningful sense. She is alone, in a town where she knows no one, wondering when things will feel normal again.
*I walk back from the fields. The blisters on my hands have gotten worse. I wince as I flex my fingers. “I was not meant for this type of labor” I think to myself as I walk into the stables. A bowl of porridge was left out for me. I pick it up, and sit down on top of the hay, in this dark dark room.*
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