Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7

Fears are meant to be overcome, but often are hard to do so. What are the fears that plague your character at night? How long have they dealt with these fears, and where did they originate from? How do they deal with their fears, and how does it impact their life and relationships? And will they ever work to overcome it?

[ Spend this World Event working through the fears of your character, either on their own or with some moral support of a friend ]


Living with fear went hand in hand with being a Yaeli.

Finnufarinel had been born into a superstitious lot and no matter how progressive his parents may have been it wasn’t their influence that stuck with him at night. All of his formative memories were of Llyr; the old, manipulative fisherman who had ‘saved’ him from a harsh death in the wilderness. In the beginning he hadn’t known that anything was wrong with the way Llyr treated him and that was exactly how the older man wanted it. In his eyes a quiet dog was far better than a curious pup who wanted to venture off one day. He thought if he beat Finn down from an early age that he would stay subservient forever. Maybe that would have worked...maybe he would have remained under Llyr’s thumb forever if he hadn’t caught that first glimpse of the ‘outside’ world.

From that point on Finn had grown angry. He didn’t know exactly when that spite had taken root in his heart, but the fear of going back to Llyr still haunted him. How could he have lied like that for all those years? Saying that no one existed outside them and a few others...that the alkidike had killed them all...Why had he never questioned it? You were a child; what were you supposed to do? Even as a teenager he hadn’t truly realized the horrors of what Llyr had done until spending more time around others his own age. When Finn had first seen boys years younger than himself tall and healthy he knew things weren’t right. He’d been starved, beaten, burned...Tortured to the point that he was scared to scream. He’d grown to keep any discomfort close to his chest and push forward, no matter the cost.

Now that he was living with Tac he understood that no child should have to live like that.

It actually made him jealous to see happy Oban children, puggy in their youth, bouncing around their mother’s skirts. Did they have any nightmares at all? Were they worried a large, calloused hand would drag them out into the sand and break their skin with a barbed whip? If those days were really past him then why could he only sleep when he was truly exhausted? Finn had tried, really he had, to get a better sleep schedule once he nabbed a better job, but it just didn’t work out. He had to be physically depleted to even get close to a sleep where he couldn’t dream.

When a client came to talk to his magic tutor Finn had to hold himself back. The man was an older yaeli with a nearly identical build to Llyr. Their only key defining difference was the man’s smile, but Finn wasn’t fooled. He knew that in an instant that fake grin was going to drop and -

“Finn? Are you alright?”

Snapping out of his reverie, the yaeli turned towards his tutor and realized that he’d been white knuckling his staff. Little sparks of blue fire licked his fingers; a sure sign that he was about to either bail or explode. The imposter took a few steps back, eyes widened with fright, but Finn’s instructor was much more calm.

“Have you two met before?”

“N-no - sorry I just...I need to go.” His mouth was dry and yet, at the same time, Finn wanted to heave. In the very same instant he’d wanted to set the man on fire his hands couldn’t stop shaking. He hurriedly packed his things for the day and slipped out the back door, keen on being seen by the least amount of people as possible. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he kick this fear of his? He hadn’t even seen Llyr in years! And yet…

Gradually his breathing became less hectic more and more even. Maybe he should talk to Tac about this…? You’re an idiot if you think he can do anything. It’s in your head; not your body. You just have to be better than this. Yeah, that was it, he just needed to overcome it. The further he was away from Yael the better things would be and maybe one day he could go further north. Gradually the yaeli were branching away from their homeland and Oba seemed like the gathering hub, at least at the moment. So...maybe it was finally time for him to start looking for a new ‘home’.

You can’t run forever. No, but he could try. And it wasn’t running if he never really settled down, anyway. It was just ‘traveling’.

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