Just Some Writing Practice
“How does a seer see?”
It’s one of the questions that seems to have haunted me throughout my entire life, an ethereal fragment of some other existence that was nigh forgotten, leaving me with only its dim lanterns hanging to guide me. Not that dim lanterns are in short supply, especially not in this area of town, where a lady such as myself could run into significant problems without significant preparation. Luckily, I’ve never been the sort to act as proper lady, much to my mother’s chagrin. It doesn’t matter much to me: this is the interesting part of town, and the best sort of information can be found by perusing its depths with a watchful eye.
Bard of Doom and Heir of Rage?
I’m pretty sure I’ve done Bard of Doom.
An Heir of Rage would be surrounded by Rage, continuously changing and being changed by it. As a result, their delusions would come to be a large part of who they are, as well as the limiting of perspective. They could fueled by it, leading them into rash and sometimes terrible decisions. But, as they grew, they could learn to balance their own preconceptions with a bit of hope, allowing them to focus on things that matter and have the absolute certainty needed to take down whatever existed.
