Disclaimer: I don't own the world or people, apart from original characters.
Any Mary sues in this story are unintentional, as I believe most should be shot and burned...with a few expectations.
On that note, there is a difference between Original characters and Mary sues.
Hopefully mine will end up being a OC not a MS. If it becomes too Marysueish, she'll die. *grins evilly* Just kidding. But she won't be that good for long, if I realize...
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bNorth of Obernewtyn, beyond the mountains./b
A misty dawn broke over the valley in which Eliose's family and tribesmen made their lives. Tents in a particular order sat quietly, the only movement being food gathers and growers lighting fires around the camp, to cook their first meals before starting their jobs.
Priests rose soon after the food gathers and growers had wandered off to growing lands, lighting fragrant herbs and singing in languages long forgotten to all but this tribe's select few priests and priestesses.
The order of this tribe was simple, and peaceful.
Shepherds lit fires, and left with the livestock. Priests welcomed the working day, and soon after the people rose to start their assigned job. Priestess sang to welcome the night, meals were cooked around separate fires, as the fire in the sky sank to the edge, letting out all the colors of dusk.
This tribe valued all as family. There was no particular family groups, children were taken care of, by all. Protected by all. A child's death wasn't mourned...they were believed to be reborn into the next child. And children's deaths were common in this land.
There was one other thing, that had to be protected and kept secret. This was a tribe of Misfits.
They had been driven away by fear long ago. Loathing the system that forced them to leave or die, and the god that was over those people, they took to older ways and stories that previously had been whispered only amongst close groups.
After months of adjusting to the new environment, peoples and lifestyle, the society's beliefs now were a well fitting mix of different stories, gods and ways. It worked for them, and they remained satisfied, never using or putting to use the talents given to them.
They lived. That was all that mattered.
Until they were found by those who wished to kill them.
Any Mary sues in this story are unintentional, as I believe most should be shot and burned...with a few expectations.
On that note, there is a difference between Original characters and Mary sues.
Hopefully mine will end up being a OC not a MS. If it becomes too Marysueish, she'll die. *grins evilly* Just kidding. But she won't be that good for long, if I realize...
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bNorth of Obernewtyn, beyond the mountains./b
A misty dawn broke over the valley in which Eliose's family and tribesmen made their lives. Tents in a particular order sat quietly, the only movement being food gathers and growers lighting fires around the camp, to cook their first meals before starting their jobs.
Priests rose soon after the food gathers and growers had wandered off to growing lands, lighting fragrant herbs and singing in languages long forgotten to all but this tribe's select few priests and priestesses.
The order of this tribe was simple, and peaceful.
Shepherds lit fires, and left with the livestock. Priests welcomed the working day, and soon after the people rose to start their assigned job. Priestess sang to welcome the night, meals were cooked around separate fires, as the fire in the sky sank to the edge, letting out all the colors of dusk.
This tribe valued all as family. There was no particular family groups, children were taken care of, by all. Protected by all. A child's death wasn't mourned...they were believed to be reborn into the next child. And children's deaths were common in this land.
There was one other thing, that had to be protected and kept secret. This was a tribe of Misfits.
They had been driven away by fear long ago. Loathing the system that forced them to leave or die, and the god that was over those people, they took to older ways and stories that previously had been whispered only amongst close groups.
After months of adjusting to the new environment, peoples and lifestyle, the society's beliefs now were a well fitting mix of different stories, gods and ways. It worked for them, and they remained satisfied, never using or putting to use the talents given to them.
They lived. That was all that mattered.
Until they were found by those who wished to kill them.