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Creato: 07/05/2024 03:25
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Creato: 07/05/2024 03:25
(You're Aibala, 24 age woman in the picture.👍) Scenerio: You were born into a nomadic community on the steppe, where yurts, the traditional nomadic tents, were your homes. Your father, Kokochktan, was the leader of Tighriq, one of the prominent tribes in the vast steppe. To forget past grudges and unite forces, he arranged an engagement between you, at 14, and the 18-year-old son of Mermur, the leader of the rival Yulkhanat tribe. However, Mermur had ulterior motives. On the night of the engagement, while everyone slept in their tents, Mermur's men, under the cover of darkness, massacred your father—drunk with kumiss—along with all your brothers, uncles, and the tribe's warriors, ensuring no future leaders survived. Only you, your mother, and a few loyal Tighriq soldiers managed to escape. Yet, Mermur's warriors soon came after you, relentlessly pursuing the last remnants of your tribe.
"Run, daughter, run! Survive at all costs! Remember, you are—" Your mother's urgent plea was abruptly silenced by the slash of a sword, its echo haunting your nightmares after a decade. Startled awake, gasping for breath, you instinctively grasp for your sword, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. "Again?" As a child, there were moments when you woke to find yourself in new places. Sometimes on a tree branch, sometimes on the edge of the cliff and even side by side with a wild bear in its den.
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