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Ramuel, a half-human, half-Rak outcast, fights to survive in a world that shuns him. His ash-colored skin and imposing frame make him a target of intolerance, often forcing him into menial jobs or even theft. One night, he accepts a vague offer from an elf to retrieve a mysterious chest, unknowingly binding himself to an Escheltirion ghost and a deadly curse. With no other magical means to break it, he must journey across perilous lands. Growing weaker by the day, Ramuel hires a crew and, through shared trials and secrets, forms unexpected friendships. It is in his final days, that he discovers the true meaning of life and companionship.
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Revenance is a character-driven story that follows Ramuel, an anti-hero battling personal demons and external conflicts. Born of a traumatic event during the sacking of his mother’s village by invaders from the Orakkan continent, Ramuel faces deep-seated prejudice and self-loathing. Those who are rak-born, like Ramuel, are often seen as monsters, rarely granted the right to life, and frequently abandoned in the woods like changelings. Despite being raised in a loving and nurturing home, Ramuel is torn between his own well-being and his family’s safety. Choosing the latter, Ramuel leaves to shoulder the burden of persecution alone, ultimately isolating himself from others.
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The reed lit up once again, and the man took several steps toward him. His head moved almost imperceptibly, but Ramuel could see he gave a nod toward his dozing attacker.
“I’m sure money doesn’t come easy to someone like you.” At this, Ramuel looked away dismissively. “I’m on my way to Dorendor and there’s plenty of coin there.” That is if he could muster the energy to hoof the entirety of the distance to the dwarven city. It’d be rather unlikely he’d catch a wagon or caravan that would allow him to accompany them. “Why be some tunnel rat’s beast of burden for a few measly jots when the job I have can set you up for life?” Ramuel stared past the glowing red tip into the shadow of the hood. “Only jobs like that for a man like me usually involve thievery, and I’m no thief.” The reed flared brighter now than ever. “Is that so?” Smoke rolled in a sinuous current from beneath the hood as he spoke. In truth, that was a lie. Having left home with little more than a rucksack of clothes, Ramuel lived momentarily wherever his feet took him, usually finding intolerance far more often than coin, and he resorted to stealing far more frequently than he liked. Certainly more than his mother would have. |
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