The Insecure One: Chapter 2 – By Air or Earth

(Stillness: 3 days, Travel: 9 days)

Day 1

Loading onto their respective transports, the Riley family and Luelle-Doubter duo set out for the Docking Grounds.

The ‘Kosshor’ Cluster of looming airships and air balloons had already been visible in the distance from the crash site; the sheer size of the crafts as they hummed the odd 18 to 24 stories above the ground made them impossible to miss. Getting to the grounds was only a matter of driving over the ruins and debris of the old world, the occasional piles of the long deceased adding a grim reminder to the otherwise mundane trip.

As the two parties journeyed, albeit at a distance from each other, it soon became apparent that they were not the only ones rallying to Sergo’s call. Multiple other vehicles zipped by and joined in the way, and above, even some of the strictly solitary air vessels were heading in the same direction.

Usually, it was only the crew and passengers who were allowed even near the Docking Grounds, with visits from outsiders being strictly regulated.

As the Riley Caravan and Saboteur Duo drove up into the grounds however, they found it completely packed. Survivors of every walk of life were there, and seeing even their Saboteur group there, Luelle and Doubter could only throw over disgruntled frowns when the group met their eye and shook their heads in warning.

The mayhem would come, but not just yet.

As the minutes went by the Docking Grounds grew increasingly crowded, and those gathered turned restless. Stuck side by side in the crowd, the Riley Family Caravan and Saboteur Duo could only tolerate the buzzing around them and each other’s presence in silence. A while longer passed with the Cluster just hovering above them, the airship Kosshor (the Cluster’s leading vessel) suspended silently in their midst.

Finally a series of horns went off from the ships, and one of the air balloons began to descend. It stopped 8 meters off the ground, and looking over the gathered through the screen of the hanging deck, Sergo spoke into an amplifier.


The balloon stabilized where it hovered, and he continued.


He paused.


Rumbling, like a collapsing building or thunder grew in the distance before fading off into silence, and looking across the land, it seemed nothing had been disturbed. A murmur slipped through the silence that ensued, and perhaps fueled by paranoia, claimed the distant silhouette of Inse had taken on a glow.

Above however, Sergo hesitated to proceed, then did, his voice now strained, anxious.


His balloon began to rise again.


The balloon rose up into the sky, docking by the Kosshor itself. On the ground, the gathered began to murmur, hesitation and uncertainty brewing. Finally, they began to fracture, and although some trailed off away from the Docking Grounds, the majority began to approach the grounded air vessels.

Among them were several smaller airships, a medium one, two air balloons, and strangely enough, a small group of air-affiliated ground transports typically used in repairs and cargo transfers.

What do you do?


[OOC] You two can either stay together or go in opposite directions I don’t mind either.

Lore IV: The Insecure One ( Architecture )

Before Inse

Overall Nature:

The world was richly and diversely cultured before the days of Inse, and the united lands featured unique architecture representative of their many people, who at this point in time, had long ago achieved mutual tolerance for each other. Peaceful interaction and interrelations thrived, and such influences carved its way into the structures of the time.

Remodeled metal and mineral forms, advanced ferrofluids, supremely refined stone and both modified and natural land forms were complemented by the progressions of alchemy, and sorcery filled all remaining gaps and created new fields upon which to expand the possibilities of their world.


Zealot temples to different worships stood among smaller monuments of dedication, and the residencies of the scientifically and magically inclined were clustered both together and separately; no true thoughts were ever given to the natures of these divisions and unities, as such lacked significance in a world where the residents themselves understood their interdependence, and embraced their coexistence.

Trading stations, commercial transport docks, leisure facilities, etc were all communal and varied in style. While most structures were based on the ground, an intricate network ran beneath it, as well as above it, suspended among the air faring vessels of the time. 


The products of collective, nationwide efforts, monuments were built as both memorial landmarks and icons of milestones, and stories of how new breakthroughs in technology and new contacts and blessings from gods alike were celebrated through their constructions.

These monuments stood at sanity defying heights and scales, and even spanned great lengths over the lands. To enable this in the already occupied dense and clustered land, and even air, spaces, the structures were built within fractures of realities from the world’s true one, allowing monument and city to exist on the same plane without obstructing each other despite being built in the same place. The genius of the magically and/or spiritually inclined, they transformed the world, over years and years of hard work, into its own monument of success, its diverse cities spreading across the lands featuring commemorations upon commemorations. 

Significant and/or Functional Structures:

  • Air Terminals/Maintenance Docks:

Very common across the lands, terminals were often suspended at great heights by jets or magic, but were also built rooted to the ground by traditional, high-rise, metal stands. These allowed for the production and maintenance of air vessels and the ferrying of passengers and cargo alike.

  • “Hope”, The Monument to Greatness:

Not entirely true to the humility of its name, Hope was an 8000 kilometer long, 3000 kilometer wide and gradually sloping 0-1800 kilometer high stone-mix monument that stretched over the lands. Existing between realities in a masterful balance of magical and spiritual prowess, it stretched all laws of the speculated and known, combining the far extremes of every trade into an icon of the conquered impossible. Declared “Hope” by the world for the possibilities within reach it suggested for their future, it stood primary as a testament of power and well-deserved pride.


After Inse

Overall Nature:

Unable to come to terms with the massive loss and destruction, survivors of Inse’s arrival ceased to be able to cooperate as before, and while an uncertain mutuality and coexistence remained, attention skewed primarily towards self-preservation.

Scavenging and looting commenced, and any structure or building bearing versatile or valuable materials were stripped down to remodel and construct either transports or temporary shelters for the road.

The diverse and unique cultures of the people’s architecture were hence mostly broken down and blended into the clustered patchwork of their land and air vehicles. The land’s architecture on the other hand, revisited and diminished over the ten years past, came to resemble ruins of basic, almost indistinguishable frameworks of metal and stone.


Zealot temples and places of worship were initially left untouched, with significant relics protected and carried along in times of travel in order to preserve them. Small, simple alters were built as the traveling persisted, and trailed along the paths of travel in clusters to allow worshipers to place their relics in appropriate shelters in times of stillness. After years of unanswered prayers and no spiritual contact however, the majority of these lesser followings ceased to upkeep their altars, leaving the lands specked with dismal little shelters. Taken as temporary homes by travelers, these little altars were soon stripped of any excess materials, and eventually, even the surviving temples met the same fate.

Meanwhile, the communal amenities and facilities of the ground were the first to meet with looting and destruction. While their ruins still resemble some semblance of their former uses, the majority sit in states of varying decay, used as temporary shelters and parking grounds. The underground network, only partially looted towards the surface sectors, remain open even after all the years past, but the state of their lowest levels are unknown. Given Inse’s increasingly unpredictable turns, to venture underground would prove too great a risk.


Having been built within fractures of realities from the world’s true one, the world’s monuments saw what can only be described as existential deletion upon Inse’s arrival. As the world had been ripped from its realities, it left behind these monuments, which consequently, also claimed everything they had been built over, leaving behind patches of bare land. 

Of the few that had not been balanced between realities, these were eventually broken down over the years for the materials they were made of, and in the case of pure stone structures, came to serve as way points for aerial navigators. Their intricate designs and daring formations remained here and there across the lands, but under the accelerated decay experienced when Inse’s gaze was elsewhere, came to loose their color and detail.

Significant and/or Functional Structures:

  • Air Terminals/Maintenance Docks:

The disabling nature of being outside Inse’s gaze ultimately caused every suspended terminal and dock without a physical support to come crashing down, destroying the buildings beneath it. These massive ruins lie where they had crashed, portions of them missing from being looted for the parts. Those with supports on the other hand, had gradually deteriorated over the years, and while most of the stands remain upright, the terminals themselves at their tops are in varying stages of decay. Also completely looted and torn up for resources, they stand as empty, sky-high shells, avoided for fear of their inevitable collapse. 

  • “Hope”, The Monument to Greatness:

Now known only as the desolate and empty Hope Path. Having been balanced between realities, the act of Inse ripping the world from its own reality both combined and cancelled out those the Hope monument overlapped. Instantaneously destroying the cities it spanned over and all within it, Hope was virtually erased from existence in the next instance, taking with it all traces of anyone having ever been there. All that is left behind is hence a 8000 by 3000 space of empty flat land, desolate and unnaturally void of sound. While some do use it to travel when Inse’s turn crosses it, most avoid it for the fear the nothingness would ultimately drive them mad. 

The Insecure One: Chapter 1- Rallied

Day 1

Despite the only recent reversal of the rot and waste that made up their immediate surroundings, survivors of every trade and calling zipped, wheeled, sped, glided and soared over the lands and through the skies with a detached, yet unanimous, air of joy.

Although destined to be short lived, this lighthearted anticipation was the product of carried word and signal from those among them tracking the movement, declaring with full certainty that all of them, from the West Peripheral to the tailing East, were mere moments away from the end of Inse’s turn.

Nine long days of perpetual travel were literally moments from being over.

Airships and balloons cut the fuel to their thrusters and propellers in preparation, and land based vehicles veered off from their straight paths to lay claim to ideal temporary camps amidst the rubble ahead of competitors; drivers of magic-based transports switched to less exhausting primitive wheels and gears and raced off to join them.

The transition from travel to stillness was in place, but even as the survivors began to establish their existence in their new, temporary homes, instinct, conditioned from the many years of racing to keep under Inse’s gaze, turned all eyes to a single straggling airship in the distance.

Inse’s gaze was slowed, but still not at a complete stop, and far out into the East Peripheral, a lone airship’s thrusters burned with all the power it could muster, the Blindlands catching up to the small vessel.

As a distress signal went out, one of the nearer, larger crafts ahead of it made to fire lines into its hull, a technique that in the past allowed them to help pull endangered ships along, but as the larger ship got into position, the rear of the smaller ship fell into the Blindlands, erupting in a blast of fire and smoke. The larger airship abandoned the rescue and veered off away from it, and the smaller craft went down.

Having been flying beyond its full speed, the airship did not simply collapse where it was, and instead accelerated down towards the ground in the direction it had been going, the surviving half ironically breaching out of the East Peripheral and into the safety of the Major. As Inse’s gaze ceased to turn, the airship hit the ground, grinding through the debris in a flurry of fire and sparks before coming to a burning, crumbling halt.

Arriving to the wreckage, survivors did the only thing they could do, and began to loot the ship for all its resources and surviving material. Flames were extinguished and metal was pried away, and as latecomers arrived to witness the blackened spectacle, a young girl jumped off her family caravan and went down to join in the looting, hoping to find something useful before her older brother and father noticed she was already gone. The craft had created a little crater in the ground, and onlookers, knowing better than to bother considering their lateness, watched on from the sloping rim.

“That ain’t right. . .”

No one wanted to acknowledge it, and the man continued, looking directly to the others beside him. Unbeknownst to any of them however, two more had joined them at the rim, shielded from natural sight with the help of an illusion.

“Its sped up again-“

“It couldn’t have; it’s too soon.”

“Sergo should have been more than capable of outrunning It if It hadn’t!”

No one responded, and he shook his head and left.

Those gathered continued to watch the looting in silence, but the roar of an engine brought another vehicle along to the site.

From a ledge in the wreckage, the girl watched as four people got off the vehicle, helping out a fifth who hobbled badly, clutching a broken pipe for a walking stick. He tried to swear, but instead spat blood onto the floor as he managed to stagger towards the wreckage, his grief at the sight of the ruins drowning out all questions from the surrounding onlookers. Survivors instead turned to those who had brought him, and they shrugged.

“We found him out in the East Peri.”

“What about his crew? Sergo had like thirty people. . .”

“The ship was built to eject everyone as long as one pulled the switch. We only found him out there.”

By now the hobbled man had straightened, the walking stick abandoned as Inse’s gaze faded his wounds, his bent legs showing no sign of defect. The grief in his eyes had faded into rage, and he cast a long, sharp glare out to the distance.

Following his gaze, the girl immediately spotted the silhouette of Inse in the far distance.

Turning away, the man strode towards a distracted survivor in the process of trying to cut a transport board from the exposed cargo hold, and onlookers let out a unified oooh as the looter hit the blackened floor face first, unconscious.

Getting on the board the man fired up the thrusters, an electric sail extending from the base, and taking the sail by a cord he blasted away off the ground, flying low and out of sight.

Hearing her father call, the girl began to make her way off the wreckage as below, the survivors began to talk. She had only found one interesting thing on the ship, and balancing it on her head, managed to climb down.

“He’s gonna do something stupid.”

“Just what we need; Inse’s obviously pissed enough.”

“It hasn’t sped up! Inse-”

“Then what did this? We all saw Sergo fall behind-a class 8 fell behind!”

Someone else was about to answer when one of the survivors noticed the girl with the bundle on her head. Snatching it off as she passed, he took her shoulder.

“Did this come off the ship?”

She hesitated, then nodded, and he held it out for the others to see.

“Then here’s a possibility.”


It was a Saboteur explosive: Small and compact. It was obviously just part of the cargo, being intact and not even armed, but the very presence of it set the people there on edge and speculating. One of the men who had arrived on the vehicle was particularly disturbed, and stretching out a hand, a crackle shook the air around him.

“Lets find out.”

Off to the rim of the crater the air warped, and as an illusion collapsed to reveal a male figure, the survivor pulled his arm back, causing the figure to be flung forward towards them. Seeing his face as he made to get up, the survivor sighed.

“Oh. . .You.”

Tightening his invisible grip on him, he continued.

“Well? This one of yours and Luelle’s?”

Usually, mention of the name brought about a silent, but harmless, anger, but gathered around the shattered and charred remains of an airship with a potentially dead crew, weapons were drawn among onlookers, the situation moments from escalating.

Doubter laughed.

“Usually I’d appreciate the credit.”

Deflecting the hold for a brief split moment, he pulled the bomb between them, arming it, and everyone froze.

“But you know that’s not our style.”

Those at the rim backed away, but the six, including Doubter, were at a stalemate. The seventh no one noticed anymore, the young girl, could only stand there, stuck in the middle.

[OOC] I highlighted the parts where your characters/related characters entered so it’d be easier to see. Sorry to make you read again by the way, I didn’t know how else to bring your characters together. Anyways that should be the last of long text since the rest will build on from here XD

Also, use whatever format works for you for the continuation.


Lore I: The Insecure One


Sorry for the length of this but I suck at summarizing things. 

Also this is not a representation of our world, but rather one that shares a relative likeliness. Just saying XD


  1. Background
  2. Map Zones
  3. The Problem
  4. The Objective
  5. Characters
  6. Environment (Brief)
  7. Game Transport
  8. Character Creation/Stats
  9. Developments

Highlighted bits are additional details.

Highlighted bits are ‘laws’ and ‘traits’ being added.


The greatest of ancient civilizations spoke of the gods, depicting them as if they lived among them and documenting how their gods not only offered guidance, but insight and wisdom of their past, present and future.

In a world no less lacking in faith, it came to be decided that such divine presence could only bring with it such progress, of which a lasting legacy would surely emerge. Rallying together, the people sought every means by which to bring a god, any god among the faiths, unto the physical world, and after years of exhausting every outlet across the fields of prayer, magic and technology, they succeeded.

Arriving to the world, whatever they summoned did indeed possess power befitting a god, as standing 40ft tall, it tore the world from reality, flattening its surface into a single, suspended plane in an abyss of the night sky. It answered no questions and made no indication of even noticing the confused and terrified people around it, and kneeling, settled in the center of the world.

After years of the initial fear, anger and grief fading away into a hopeless acceptance, those who survived that day came to mock the being as The Insecure One, or Inse, for at the very moment it opened its eyes to the world, all life outside its field of vision was brutally torn from the bodies of every man, woman, animal and child. Decay accelerated in everything; flesh deteriorated amidst metals, concretes and fabrics alike. Only that which was before Inse was spared, and many speculated it was the beings way of keeping an eye on them, the elimination of everything else a drastic means of preventing anyone from bringing upon it unforeseen harm. Those who had been fortunate or unfortunate enough to have been at the edge of its sights however, found themselves stricken with unexplained illnesses, physically impaired and near death, and only those who were able to return to the direct field of sight were eventually freed of their ailments, experiencing almost arbitrary, additional improvements to their physical states.

These regions – where life could still barely exist – between the major field of vision and the being’s blind fields, became simply referred to as the West and East Peripherals.

For all the destruction, life could have returned to being a twisted kind of simple: Stay where life could exist and all would be well. A month after the sudden shock to the world, however, those still alive realized Inse was beginning to turn.

Evacuating in panic, survivors watched as the seconds brought decay and death to their homes behind them, forcing them into the remains of what had previously been destroyed. Inse seemed to slowly rotate where it was, but stopped after a week’s worth of constant travel to keep within its sights. Time went on, and always Inse would turn, creating a world where all notions of home were abandoned, replaced instead with perpetual travel for survival. Perpetual scavenging became a normality as well, as decay seemed to reverse under Inse’s gaze, providing a sufficient amount of resources to remain available with each journey forward.

Life went on, around and around the remains of the world, with the unmoving Inse at its center.

Map Locations

Primary Zones


The direct field of vision of Inse stretching from Inse itself to the edge of the world. The safest and only place where life can be sustained and decay is reversed. This reversal however, stops short at actually returning life to organic matter.

The West Peripheral:

The safer of the two peripheral zones as Inse has been known to turn its gaze in the direction of the West, which upon doing so would replace it as the new Major.

The East Peripheral:

The riskier of the two peripherals as those in the East must be sure to keep up when on the move during the shift in Inse’s gaze, else they be pushed out of it to their deaths.

The Blindlands:

All outside of Inse’s vision, where instant death and accelerated decay are to be found.

Secondary Zones


The immediate region in front of Inse. It is a contested space for its security, as situated so close to Inse, the least travel is required to stay within Its sights, and the rate of Its gaze’s turn is also the slowest.


The entire region between the immediate Fore-lands and faraway End-lands. The majority of the surviving population ‘resides’ here.


The outer rim of Inse’s sights towards the edge of the world. It requires the fastest and furthest travel to stay within Inse’s gaze, and is the hardest region to survive in without help and proper transport.

The Problem

Life literally revolved around Inse for a barely tolerated ten years, but as the cycles of Inse’s gaze went by, it became apparent among survivors that the old could not die, and the young barely aged. Their prolonged lives, constantly beset by the never ending reminder of Inse’s destruction with each journey, were also forced to coexist by the piles of dead loved ones and fellow man alike who would never find rest, and finally, anger was reignited; survivors rallied to fight.

Creating weapons and reviving spells of battle, they traveled inland towards Inse despite the next period of travel expected to have been approaching, intent on finding some way to make it pay for their predicaments. As the first attacks fell, however, Inse, for the very first time since its arrival, reacted to their presence.

Its gaze began to turn faster than it had ever turned, and when it finally settled again, it did so for a week less than before, the period of travel itself lengthened by hours. Again the survivors tried, and tried again, but as if Inse now watched them, the mere act of preparing an attack brought along even shorter period of stillness, accelerated turns, and gradually lengthened periods of travel. To continue trying to fight, it seemed, was to bring about their own demise.

The Objective

Inse’s gaze now turns every 3 days-almost too quickly to keep up on foot-and each turn lasts 9 days.

But still people are angry.

There is no stopping further impulsive attempts against Inse, and hence no stopping the eventuality that one day, Inse’s retaliation would set his sights beyond any survivor’s means of keeping up.

There is no stopping It bringing about the end of all remaining life, and the only thing left to do is to beat Inse to that eventuality by either outsmarting, or destroying, It first.


The dwellers/survivors of Whatslef, a name coined for the region under Inse’s gaze at any given time for obvious reasons, vary largely in terms of lifestyles given the complex nature of the world and the absence of any official social structures. How they travel and whether they are solitary or part of a group can change on a whim, and the majority of the population largely came to create their own purpose in life to live for.

The list below both serve to present the types of people you may encounter as well as the types you may choose from. You may also choose to come up with something completely different as long as it could exist in this world where technology and magic are still being practiced (based on what can be/was recovered from Whatslef by said character).




Those who carried out the first attacks against Inse were the first to recognize the consequences of doing so. Rallying together, they created the second and most formidable line of defense in the Fore-lands against those out to destroy Inse in the hopes of preventing the attacks from worsening the situation. They are only active and hence effective at the base of Inse Itself, where they have set up a barricade they guard. They are strictly organized and hardly tolerant even among their own ranks.


Survivors who have convinced themselves to embrace Inse’s presence. They make up the first defense of Inse in the Fore-lands beyond the barricade and claim to receive power from the ‘god’.


Survivors who choose to travel in airships and air balloons during times of travel. Often, these vessels form a secondary ‘city’ above the ground when anchored in the Major with makeshift bridges and ladders linking them to trusted ships. Given the high risks involved in relying on these vessels for travel and security, access to them are often restricted to the crew and trusted passengers, or strictly controlled in visitor/passenger movement. There are only a few people who have their own, solitary air vessels that are tolerated by the larger vessels. Air space within Inse’s sight is not exactly contested, but for fear of crashing, proximity is a serious, mutual concern.

Unofficial Groups and Callings:


Finding the dead too many to bury, survivors initially piled them up and left them for the element. Returning to the location the next time around Inse however, it became apparent the dead were unable to decay away under Inse’s restoring gaze. Some people began trying to solve the problem of the piling masses, and dedicated groups or individuals began formed in the hopes of laying the deceased to rest. With cremation throwing the ashes of the dead into the air to invisibility spells causing rude shocks and dangerous obstructions, however, these people are somewhat respected for their cause but generally seen as a nuisance.


Dedicated to manning and maintaining the train and the tracks in the End-lands for the sake of fellow survivors.


Self explanatory. These people have selective ties to different groups and types of people who choose to coordinate with them.

General Survivors:


They mind their own business and do their own thing for their own purposes and means. Whether in groups or alone, they generally do little to stir things up. Even if they did stir things up, odds are those in their circles would know.


Whatslef is the ‘continent’ that Inse is based on in the center of the flattened world. Other continents are still in existence, and testing fate, the more extreme travelers risk sea travel to them without the certainty of surviving the next shift in the waters or in the next lands over.


Riskies, or Risk Junkies, come in three forms. 1. Highly adept at survival and more exposed/uniquely equipped than others. 2. Extremely, learned and informative but also extremely disabled and/or dying. 3. Dead, with their only use being in collecting whatever loot they recovered whilst still alive. Whatever the status, they are the most unpredictable of the lot, with a extended branch of their lifestyles being the Saboteurs.


Unsatisfied with their already dangerous lifestyles, Saboteurs are Riskies who cross the line and literally find/create trouble around others, causing anything from petty scuffles to fatal accidents for the heck of it. The worst among them once caused an airship to fall into Blindlands during a shift, killing everyone on board.


Survivors actively still pursuing advancements in technology and/or magic wherever they can. Their intentions and purpose for doing so vary.

Environment (Brief)

Whatslef features mostly intact ruins of large buildings and structures, with land forms depending on the Major at the time. Dwellers usually use mechanized or simple stilts or climbing equipment in order to get around.

Water bodies inland are not common.

Given Inse’s restoring gaze, physical tolerance for damage and contaminants are moderately improved, so riskier feats within the Major can be achieved at reduced physical consequences.

The air is breathable (so long as the Ritesmen are not burning corpses. . .)


Game Transport

‘Public’ Transport:

Nice people do exist, and such people would be willing to help others during the traveling periods of time as Inse turns by allowing you to hitch a ride or even temporarily belong to their traveling groups for a price or even for free. Be advised however: Murphy’s law wasn’t one of the victims of Inse’s arrival.

Private Transport:

Players are allowed to create any form of personal transport vehicle based off, and even combining, the use of magic, technology and science with whatever their character may have been able to salvage from their surroundings with respect to their backstories.

Players are even welcomed to go to the extremes in their transports if so wished, though it would be advised to set your own limits to these extremes as given the nature of the environment, it would be just as easy for your characters to do so as it would be for me to destroy them across the course of the story.

This would be in order to prevent any-over-the-top-extremes from compromising the plot.

All characters would typically require some means of transport however.

Unless you’re cool to walk.



‘Emergency’ Transport:

Over the years, some of the more practical of survivors, eventually coined Railfolk, situated in the End-lands started creating train tracks that would run from the East Peripheral to the West in order to give the Eastern dwellers a better chance at getting away. The train would be placed a distance from the edge of the East Peripheral while the tracks, built the last time they were there and since rusted away, recovered under Inse’s gaze. Upon the beginnings of Inse’s shift, the train would leave the East Peripheral without any stops until it reached the West. The rest of the way is independent to the survivors.

Character Creation

Character Details

  1. Name
  2. Age
  3. Means of transportation, whether a personal vehicle or not (Completely up to you. This will affect your overall inventory.)
  4. Preferred ‘tools of the trade’ (Magic/Tech/Nil/etc)
  5. Backstory
  6. *Character Type

*Brief overview of your character’s chosen ‘lifestyle’. You may choose a listed character type or create whatever character fits into the lore. There are only humans in this world, but the existence of both magic and tech may provide alternatives if you want to go there. . .

Additional Details:

  1. Stats (You may arrange your 8 stat points according to your character. If you leave this out, I will assign them for you based on the above details.)
  2. Affiliations in Whatslef
  3. Companions/Familiars if any

Making it to the bottom of the page means you needed to scroll past the sea of font above. I went crazy so you’re welcomed to do so too.


The was a rumor that if a child is hated by Inse, he would be born with blue inscriptions on the body.