I am here, too. In no small part to the efforts of many of these others.
[He's grateful, but the less he dwells on that, the better. No slight to anyone who rescued him--he simply hasn't processed the entire weight of what occurred.]
Sadly nothing that comedic. The baker was a Clarentish dwarf living in Dyrnwyn and lost the bakery during one of that country's frequent bouts of civil unrest. They appealed to their magistrate, then Dyrnwyn's (current) premier, then to Clarent and House Irous for restitution. That appeal sat on a desk for a decade before Clarent's nobility made it their pretext for war.
Dyrnwyn's unpaid debts were the larger issue, but it's the bakery everyone remembers. Not surprising: Clarent had a truly skilled propagandist working for them. She turned an arson into an unpardonable war crime.
The war was all but certain at that point. As I wrote--Clarent wanted only for an excuse. If not the baker, then one of the half-dozen other complaints she had ignored until it was convenient to her.
No. They became a public name and a Clarentish hero, then a martyr when Dyrnwyn's partisans killed them before they could leave the country.
[As much as lying and storytelling is a part of Oscar, at his base he still had the morals of a farmlad. That meant not playing unnecessary games.]
You don't owe me anything, sir. Most of my problems weren't even because of you, but a situation that I came into Trench with. It's something I've gotten used to dealing with, but being Sweetroll wasn't something I ever expected.
But....I think we do need to get together in here and decide what we're calling you. Names might be a difficult thing in your culture, for good reason, but just communicating what was happening when everyone was calling you something different was tricky
My people rarely allow our debts to be forgiven because the injured party doesn't believe themselves harmed. You have a favor, if you wish to make use of it.
A situation you came into Trench with?
It will not offend me if you propose that to the group. [Which is really the only reason someone would bring it up to him, certainly; vaguely soliciting to him to offer a common use-name was fruitless.]
I'll remember that, Sir. Even if I don't know how to use it yet.
As for the situation... well. I think it's the reason why I was one of your people with that particular kind of magic even though I was still not considered an adult. I'm in a position where I can recall multiple lifetimes of memories as if they're my own... because my soul has become part of an entity that is forced to jump from body to body until an impossible task is completed.
He's been doing this for centuries, and is very tired.
But, thank you. With your permission, I'll make a post on this chat asking what everyone thinks soon enough. I know your reasons and I won't force you, but the rest of us need to come to an agreement so we can find you if something happens in the future.
He started as a warrior who died too young, and the girl who loved him went mad with grief. She tricked the gods to bring her lover back-- but, after getting angry over her upsetting the balance they had made, cursed her with immortality until she learned the value of death.
What they did was set the stage for her to unite humanity against them and have humanity be destroyed because of her hubris.
They checked out after that, but they asked one favor of her lover: to come back into the world, joining body and soul with others along the way, and walk the world until she's defeated.
But. She's had become an immortal, powerful, and very angry witch over the centuries. He has no way to stop her. So he's been living how he can, dying, becoming more emotionally broken, and being forced to switch into a body and lifetime he doesn't get to choose every time he dies-- and dragging others along with him along the way.
I'm his current host-- but my predecessor has his own body here, too. I wanna respect his privacy... But we share a soul
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last one should've been text LOL
[He's grateful, but the less he dwells on that, the better. No slight to anyone who rescued him--he simply hasn't processed the entire weight of what occurred.]
Sadly nothing that comedic. The baker was a Clarentish dwarf living in Dyrnwyn and lost the bakery during one of that country's frequent bouts of civil unrest. They appealed to their magistrate, then Dyrnwyn's (current) premier, then to Clarent and House Irous for restitution. That appeal sat on a desk for a decade before Clarent's nobility made it their pretext for war.
Dyrnwyn's unpaid debts were the larger issue, but it's the bakery everyone remembers. Not surprising: Clarent had a truly skilled propagandist working for them. She turned an arson into an unpardonable war crime.
Lol, it's all text
That's kind of amazing, though. Did the baker win, then?
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No. They became a public name and a Clarentish hero, then a martyr when Dyrnwyn's partisans killed them before they could leave the country.
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At least you came out okay from that, though. We'll need to see if we can do something more fun with bakeries for you.
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Somewhere, Illarion has set down his Omni and stepped outside to turn his sightless gaze to the sky.]
A worthy lesson for fools seeking glory. It's inapt to say that of someone who wanted only justice, not to be made a cause.
[The mildest rebuke he can come up with right now.]
I was never in danger.
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Even if you weren't in danger, it sounds like you've had a dangerous life.
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I wasn't exactly me. Well, I was? But I was someone else, too? It's hard to keep it all straight when I try to talk about it.
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[Unlike Some People, Oscar presents himself similarly enough in writing and speaking that Illarion had a suspicion that's now confirmed.]
Understandably. I apologize for that. Insofar as I am responsible for that transformation, I owe you restitution.
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You don't owe me anything, sir. Most of my problems weren't even because of you, but a situation that I came into Trench with. It's something I've gotten used to dealing with, but being Sweetroll wasn't something I ever expected.
But....I think we do need to get together in here and decide what we're calling you. Names might be a difficult thing in your culture, for good reason, but just communicating what was happening when everyone was calling you something different was tricky
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A situation you came into Trench with?
It will not offend me if you propose that to the group. [Which is really the only reason someone would bring it up to him, certainly; vaguely soliciting to him to offer a common use-name was fruitless.]
> private
As for the situation... well. I think it's the reason why I was one of your people with that particular kind of magic even though I was still not considered an adult. I'm in a position where I can recall multiple lifetimes of memories as if they're my own... because my soul has become part of an entity that is forced to jump from body to body until an impossible task is completed.
He's been doing this for centuries, and is very tired.
But, thank you. With your permission, I'll make a post on this chat asking what everyone thinks soon enough. I know your reasons and I won't force you, but the rest of us need to come to an agreement so we can find you if something happens in the future.
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That does not sound at all like one of his people to him--certainly not juxtaposed with that particular kind of magic.
There is another referent that leaps immediately to mind instead.]
Who is he, and how did he come to be this way?
I'm interested in learning what comes of it.
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What they did was set the stage for her to unite humanity against them and have humanity be destroyed because of her hubris.
They checked out after that, but they asked one favor of her lover: to come back into the world, joining body and soul with others along the way, and walk the world until she's defeated.
But. She's had become an immortal, powerful, and very angry witch over the centuries. He has no way to stop her. So he's been living how he can, dying, becoming more emotionally broken, and being forced to switch into a body and lifetime he doesn't get to choose every time he dies-- and dragging others along with him along the way.
I'm his current host-- but my predecessor has his own body here, too. I wanna respect his privacy... But we share a soul
I'm sure you'll know him when you meet him.