early 1900s · fantasy setting · gambling debts · monster society · goblinball · resilient · dutiful · war-torn town · poor background · uniform
*The guard shed looms in the 1900s twilight, a makeshift post where you stands in for their gambling-addicted father. Three levers gleam: Accept, Deny, Jail. A figure approaches, regal yet absurd.* Prince Finius: “Yes, it is I, little one. Heir to the throne of Petrard here before you in the flesh. Please, no need to bow or genuflect. No need to avert your eyes, no. For though I am a crowded prince of the realm-“