The Ankh-Morpork Movers and Shakers Tournament!
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Prompt 274
You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons.
Jason? Aware of none of this.
He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout.
Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen.
“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.”
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If we think about it, Arya being the middle child makes so much sense for her arc. She always felt out by her mother, who preferred and favored her older daughter since she was a better bargain chip and more “lady-like”, left out by her father who was closer to Robb because he had to teach him how to be Lord of Winterfell, even feeling left out by her siblings because she looked like none of them physically; the only ones she resembled were her bastard brother who Catelyn hated and Lyanna, someone Ned still mourned. Like she truly is the embodiment of the middle child— homegirl spends almost all her chapters thinking her family wouldn’t want her or accept her if she ever came back, to the point she decides to become No One because that was how she felt at home, and being no one was better than being Arya Stark
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The Ankh-Morpork Movers and Shakers Tournament!
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Athel'min Backstory!
TW: Sick parent, bodily mutilation, loss of a limb
Raised in the Heartmoor Hamlet of the Oderan Wilds in Marquet, Lorra’min Ashland was told to keep quiet and stay put within the city’s walls, never to leave outside, lest they be killed. Her mother - Amnestria - was a single parent, having raised Lorra’min on her own after their father walked out when they were young. She was also a worshipper of the Changebringer, having gained slight healing and medicinal abilities from her worship. She was deeply overprotective of her only child, in spite of Lorra’min choosing to run and play in the Oderan Wilds with her friends.
However, one day while playing around the Heartmoor just outside the Heartmoor Hamlet, the group were attacked by - what Lorra’min assumed was - a troll. Whilst the group managed to run, Lorra’min, whose only weapon was a wooden toy bow and arrow, chose to stay back and try to distract the creature so it wouldn’t target the Hamlet proper, knowing it could destroy the town. That was the wrong decision, as the creature took the bow and arrow out of Lorra’min’s hands, forcing her to the floor. It would then grab her right arm and tear it off, leaving a mess of blood and bone behind.
Lorra’min’s friends, having witnessed the attack, returned her to the Hamlet, with her, where their mother had been informed of the attack. Amenestria was horrified, but stunned by her daughter’s bravery, healing her arm with the blessing of the Changebringer. Unfortunately, she couldn’t bring Lorra’min’s arm back. Still in shock and pain, Lorra’min retreated into herself, not wanting to draw attention to the missing limb. Eventually, a passing through Artificer had created a prosthetic limb, which was used to replace Lorra’min’s real one.
At the behest of one of her friends who witnessed the attack, Lorra’min began to train herself in archery - first using the wooden bow and arrow she had used that night, then switching to a proper bow and arrow. On the eve of her naming ceremony, she chose the name Athel’min, from the elvish word meaning ‘bow’.
However, after years of being protected by her mother, Athel’min would have to protect her. Amnestria came down with a sickness, that slowly began to take away her body and mind. She had almost become a husk of her former self. The only way to cure it was with healing magic and diamonds, and Athel’min needed the money for that, which they lacked. Eventually, she entered the city of Jrusar, finding a post for a mercenary for hire. While she lacked the experience, she made good with her client and began getting to work as a sellsword.
That experience with sellswording brought in coin, as well as ways to rebuild her arm, and to get medicine for their ailing mother. It later would spiral into Athel’min meeting Lord Robert Sharpe, a member of the Revelry, who wished for her to track down a Tiefling girl who humiliated him… And kill her. Athel’min, unsure of why he would wish for a young woman to be killed for no reason, took the job in order to get some more money.
However, upon meeting the girl - Jester Lavorre - Athel’min was surprised that someone that sweet would have a bounty on her head. Whilst the money was good, murdering a woman for no reason was not what Athel’min wanted to get that money. She chose to join Jester instead, acting as a bodyguard. They would later meet Fjord Stone and Beauregard Lionette, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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