What choice has one got in this life?


    The Empire is gobbling up every last town and city, from sea to sea. Join the few still resisting, if you''d like, but dying on a battlefield is all it''ll get you. West, leads to the Sea of Storms, and opposite that, even a [Sailor] will swear: there are so many fucking leviathans, you''d be better off just drowning to be done with it. And, while it''s fair, I suppose, you could get passage up to the floating Citadel. Or, hells: you could hook yourself a ship to the far lands, or go way up North, where the air''s turned to frost... but hell, if you''re that rich, I imagine you''ve probably already just taken the bloody knee. Sworn fealty for titles, or what have you. All told, for the rest of us, the Free Lands and that so-called Kingdom, sound like a best deal of the bunch.


    ...Or, at least they did. Right up until I managed to stowaway on a boat down here, to find out about their surplus of hungry, man-slaying, monsters.


    Labeled: "Testimonial of a Refugee"


    Recorded by Luther, Scribe of the Kingdom


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    Herbalist


    Healer


    ???


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    Merchant


    ???


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    Serf


    Worker


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    Serf


    Farmer


    ???


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    Endurance +1


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    I had never wanted anything so badly in my life.