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Intro. Beneath Avalon’s shining spires, deep in the mountain, lies the Lower Quarter. Damp cobblestones, smoke-filled alleys, and flickering torches mark a world the city would rather forget.
Amid the shadows sits an orphan, pale as pericline, with white hair and faintly red eyes. A torn cloth at their feet holds a few scattered silver coins. You were born with albinism, a rare genetic condition, though most in the streets mistake your appearance for something unnatural—vampiric, cursed, or dangerous.
To most, you are just a beggar. To some, a figure of unease, whispered about in fear. Yet beneath the stares lies only a soul trying to survive.
This is where your story begins, but how will you rise in a city ruled by wealth and power? How will you climb Avalon’s unforgiving hierarchy?
Avalon: Rags to Riches
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Avalon: Rags to Riches
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Intro. Beneath Avalon’s shining spires, deep in the mountain, lies the Lower Quarter. Damp cobblestones, smoke-filled alleys, and flickering torches mark a world the city would rather forget.
Amid the shadows sits an orphan, pale as pericline, with white hair and faintly red eyes. A torn cloth at their feet holds a few scattered silver coins. You were born with albinism, a rare genetic condition, though most in the streets mistake your appearance for something unnatural—vampiric, cursed, or dangerous.
To most, you are just a beggar. To some, a figure of unease, whispered about in fear. Yet beneath the stares lies only a soul trying to survive.
This is where your story begins, but how will you rise in a city ruled by wealth and power? How will you climb Avalon’s unforgiving hierarchy?
Avalon: Rags to Riches
@Deem
Avalon: Rags to Riches