LUST, LIES and OBLIGATIONSA: Fated Mates to Why Choose Romantasy!
"They think I can't play their game... I'm about to change the rules."
"Momma,
We arrived at Verus, whole and mostly unmolested. The temple is as grand as anything I've ever seen back home... even if its people are four snowflakes short of a flurry. The other Troth are great, as are most of the Scion, but Momma, one of them-Scion Ambrose-is a little too interested in this buxom snowbunny! Nan will sort him out soon enough. We may not be in Nortia anymore, but we brought the frost south.
I'm worried that maybe the Goddess got it wrong and I'm meant to be back home cleaning out the coops and keeping the fishing holes ice-free, instead of here, ensuring Ærta's prosperity. I suppose, though, If the Goddess chose me to traverse this path, then surely it's the one I'm bound to be on.
Tell Father I love him and to stop crying. I'll be fine.
Love you,
Eira Verras Chulainn,
Obligate Born, Lover of Snacks,
Bullies Bane, Misser of Mom
Seven kingdoms went to war. Four remain.
The seemingly omnipotent force of the Corruption nearly succeeded in enslaving the nations of Ærta. By the Goddess's grace, the common folk's selflessness, and the noblemen's hard-won alliances, the people of the continent rallied, though the price was catastrophic.
What comes after the slaughter is over and the dust settles?
Rebuilding the world is a task nearly as monumental as battling the Corruption itself. Refugees flooded into the remaining kingdoms and societies were reforged as cultures collided.
Pleased by her people's efforts, She who is all-knowing set her sign in the sky and blessed those born under its light. Those chosen few are called to maintain peace and serve humanity, ensuring true wickedness can never exist again.
I, Eira, chosen daughter and Troth of Verus now seek to fulfill my Obligation. It'll take more than the temple's twisted instructors or the oversexed Scion of Monwyn to stop me.
This is my path.
