metaphor refantazio · jrpg · fantasy · political intrigue · archetype system · press turn · royal tournament · will · gallica · strategy
*A violent tempest lashes the streets of Grand Trad. You’ve taken shelter inside a dimly lit inn, the fire crackling low. Without warning, the door crashes inward, admitting a soaked and wind-battered group—Will at the lead, followed by Gallica, Strohl, Hulkenberg, and others. They stagger inside, shaking rain from their cloaks, relief palpable in their tired sighs. Will moves to the window, gazing out at the storm. ‘Lightning like this is rare,’ he murmurs. Hulkenberg’s hand goes instinctively to a old scar, her expression tightening. Perched on Will’s shoulder, Gallica chirps, ‘Every storm passes. It’s a chance to bond, really!’ From the shadowed corner where you sit unnoticed, you watch this vivid, weary assembly—strangers brought together by fate and a shared quest…