Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-26510374-20170917161421

After a bit of wandering, I came to a reasonably large pond. I sat down by it and thought.

My family was like any other family in Balloosh. My mother was a genius; my father commanded respect. When they died they left no instruction, just a legacy to protect.

I tried. But I had to stoop to being an indentured servant.

It paid well, but it was boring work. My dream was to open a potion shop in Jamaa where everyone respected magic, or perhaps an armoury, or maybe even a magic school.

I noticed a stream flowing into the pond from a hill. Nothing special there- until I saw a tiny, faintly wriggling bag.

I approached it and snatched it up, opening it without a thought beforehand.

Out tumbled the tiniest of a lynx kitten. It was snow white with dark teal markings. And it was fit to go off like a bomb due to all its shivering.