mallowmods | Premise

Premise

Oh—you're up.

Perhaps you're awaken by the sharp sound of a bird cooing above you. Perhaps it's someone rolling over your hand with a wheel barrel. Perhaps it's the sheer business of the surrounding area which throws your mind into consciousness. Whatever the reason, you're up now.

And you're late.

"Oh, you finally woke up. Come on, time to go!"

Quickly, someone fusses over you, to get you up and moving towards a large castle in the center of your new surroundings—Lochwell, they call it. Fight as you may, they're not taking no for an answer as their hands force and prod you further into the country. If you're paying attention, you might just hear them say to be on your best behavior...

The Queen has a temper, after all.

All further questions or comments are dismissed, as you get shoved into the castle. Among corridors and corridors of seemingly endless rooms, you're led into a huge room, mainly empty save for two elegantly large chairs, occupied by your new King and Queen.

Yes, they are your King and Queen. Yes, they are your King and Queen, and they live to make your life as carefree as possible.

At least, that's what they're telling people.

"This is the new person, isn't it darling?"

"It sure looks that way, love."

"We've got to find a place for you then, young one. Dear, what do you think?"

The conversation continues, excluding you altogether. Ultimately, a decision is reached and the Queen stomps her foot on the ground to shut her husband up. With a sweep, she stands and walks over to you, handing off a certain communication device with long, elegant fingers. She's smiling, but there's a twinge somewhere in her that says this is not all entirely genuine.

"There you are, deary. Be good for us, won't you? Me and my husband just hate cleaning up after others. That's why we've never had children, isn't that right, sweet?"

There's a contented 'hm' of approval, before attention is back on you.

"There are directions are in your device there. Pay very close attention, and enjoy your stay, my sweet, new arrival!"

With a snap of her fingers, you're led out of the castle, and directed to whichever district you've been assigned to. General questions fall on uninterested ears, but in hindsight, it's not hard to understand the concept.

Six Districts, one you've been assigned to. Almost as if you're in one country, landlocked by the other masses. The only reasonable question, really, is how you choose to serve.

Because no one really gets to stay for free. That's just silly, isn't it?