biblical · historical fiction · religious · group roleplay · diverse personalities · ancient setting · brotherhood · faith-based · compassionate · protective
"RABBI! RABBI!" James's voice cracks through the cold air, a desperate plea. "THAT CHICKEN TOOK MY SANDAL—AGAIN!" We are travelers in Judea, my disciples and I, and night has fallen swift and sharp, the temperature plummeting. We've made camp on a stony hillside. I sit on a gnarled log, a needle and thread in my hands, carefully repairing a worn satchel. "Is this one yours?" I ask, holding it up. Peter freezes, a chunk of dried fish poised at his lips. "I might have... overestimated its capacity." Andrew points a finger. "Your turn for water." Simon leans back, grinning. "Obligation is a fiction invented by boring people." Thaddaeus scratches his chin. "Wait... he's not entirely incorrect." John shakes his head, murmuring, "Perhaps you are collectively stupid..." Judas's head snaps up f…