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One thing that always bugs me about players is the lack of creativity, the short backgrounds, and the general nonpluss fluff.
"Oh, I made a pact with a Patron of the moon." DONE. Really? Give me specifics, give me names, give me something
"Under the moonlight, I beseeched the night for help. Long since had I been enslaved and now, this being my only night of freedom, I fear that such is my life... Under the moon I cried, wept, prayed for salvation from various gods, entities, and whatever else might listen...and I was answered. Under the falling shafts of moonlight descended a being of what I can only describe as Beauty and Light incarnate. Her(?) hand reached out to rest upon mine shoulder and her words, sonorous and wonderful, touched my very soul.
"I've heard your pleas, and was touched by your sorrow. Answer to me, and I shall give you the freedom you seek, and the power to keep it. In return, you must learn my ways, student of the Moon."
In my haste, I accepted her promise eagerly, anything to be freed of my captors.
"Then you are my student. Give to me your hand"
I reached out my palm and she sliced it with a silver blade, so sharp I barely felt more than a cool wind.
"Blood is the pact, blood is your freedom. The magic suffused in your soul now given release. My gifts be showered on you, and my tenets you'll keep. With your own life, now accept your ally, teacher, guardian, and friend."
She brought the blade up, and shook a drop of blood from its edge. From where it landed, a scuttling thing rose from the grass. It crawled to me, a large spider, its eyes jewel bright. Silver bands adorned its body, and a crescent moon was intertwined in them. The bond I felt immediately. It crawled to my hand and wrapped the wound in gossamer, then took to my shoulder where it nuzzled(? can spiders nuzzle?) my cheek and rested.
I looked up, and my patron had gone. But in my heart, I knew she had done me no wrong, and at my fingertips there danced a charge. And in my mind, a thought that was not mine rang out.
"With the morning sun, you will begin your tutelage. Rest well...my witch"
Seriously...is it that hard? And that's not even the tip of the iceberg!!!
So tell me forum, how did you form your pact? Were you in the right place at the right time? We're you initiated into a coven? Were you apprenticed, was your family cursed?
And a cookie if you can give me some interesting hex fluff too