Part 1:
The world for the first moments of your life was confusing and disorienting. The light was bright, the air cold, the wetness on you making you shiver, and all you could do for the moment was cry, wail as you took the first breaths of life.
Your eyes were open, but it was impossible to see anything because it was so bright.
Soon, you were enveloped in warmth, something soft covered your body, and wiped away the wetness. Than as you were dry, you felt warmth again, but this time it was from a gentle hug. "Oh Jon, he's beautiful." the voice replied weakly.
"He is." The man replied.
The light faded and now you could see a man and a woman looking at you.
The woman was a giant In your eyes, the hands that wrapped around you were as big as you. Her eyes were a shade a silvery, sky blue, puffy and red with tears falling down her face. Her hair a very light blond, long and stingy, with strands all around her face. A smile, one small and joyful, was on her face, and it made you smile as well.
The man beside her had a clean face, with small stumbles of a beard. His eyes were a clear blue. His hair a shade of blonde as well. In the light, it almost looked like the woman's, except for the thicker, stronger strands as you grabbed them.
"Hello, Arstan. Welcome."
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Mother survival Roll:1D100 => 13
Tragedy struck days after you were born. Your mother passed away.
Your father was distant, he did not spend much time with you and what moments he did spend with you were brief moments in the late hours of the evenings, before you were tucked into bed.
The midwife who cared for you only spoke in sweetness, and babbling and the other boy who drank with you was fussy, always crying and squirming.
You learned your full name: Arstan Arryn, Lord of The Eyrie.
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Time moved on. Soon you grew, crawling around the hard stone floor of your home.
Choose 3 Actions:
[]Explore: You wanted to see your home, the place where you are born. It is so vast, so large that you can only hope to find it.
[]Try to spend time with your father: You want to spend time with your father.
[]Learn to Talk: You hear the strange words being spoken by your father and the other people here. Words that have meaning, that have context. You wish to learn to speak.
[]Learn to Read: Maester Gerald left a book open, with letters on it, and words. You wish to learn how to read.
[]Learn to Walk: Your body feels strong, strong enough to go on your two feet.
[]Dream: You dream of eagles, falcons and flying.
AN: Enjoy.