gladiators make me wet!!!
MURENA - “Ceux qui vont mourir”, Ex-libris
Worldbuilding \ Bgacgaro
Spent most of the night doing world-building stuff, so I thought I’d introduce a wee dude I scribbled up tonight. This is Bgacgaro, who specialises in helping cereal crops, fruit fields and plant nurseries grow using magick. He roams from farmstead to village to hamlet helping the county grow more food for trade, but has felt a wanderlust creep into him - he wants to explore a little, but diverting from his route through the county means that certain farmsteads won’t be able to keep up with the demand on their produce, which could lead to their ruin. His dissatisfaction builds into feeling as though he’s being taken for granted by the folk from his county, like people see him less as a person and more as an abstract part of nature for them to exploit. When a number of farmsteads are razed by an occupying army, Bgacgaro takes his chance and flees, hoping the countyfolk will believe he died trying to save their crops.
The wee dweeb. :T
The Fall of Troy