... You are standing aloof from the caravan, gazing at the Morning Hill faintly visible to the east over the vast expanse of forest around you, thinking of nothing in particular.
Not too aloof, though. The Festing Forests surrounding your current destination isn't a good place to travel through alone, which is why you attached yourself to the caravan in the first place... but that's not really paramount. If you really had to, you could make your way through the forest, not with any appreciable chance of safety or, you know, staying alive, but you could. If you had too. Yeah, that was fairly convincing, good job, you.
You are an exile and probably never going to see your homeland again. That, too, is inconsequential. Whoever you were a few months ago doesn't matter so much now. It matters still, at least to you, so you'll probably need to dwell on it for some time before moving on. Like... now, for example. Yes, now is good.
The caravan has stopped for now. You were hired as one of the guards, to see the caravan safe through bandits and some of the very unpleasant inhabitants of this forest, but nobody is going to miss you too much if you don't show up by the end of the break. That... is fairly important. So you should pay at least cursory attention to your surroundings, you decide. You move your gaze down and look at the tree line not twenty feet away from the trail you caravan has taken.
You need to concentrate.
Focus. Remember.
Focus.
Remembe-
Welcome one, Welcome all! This is my first Quest, but hopefully, it will be okay. Dunno yet. Let's get this going.
[]You are:
-[] Male
-[] Female
Not much difference between these two.*
[] You are from:
-[] Kipassa Principates. The third child of a minor cadet branch of Lorenzi Noble House. Unfortunately, the late and unlamented head of your family tried her hand in an exciting game of political coups. The Grand Princess was not amused. In fact, she was so unamused she decided to make an example out of your whole family. So yeah, you have a bounty on your head. Not a big one, mind you, you didn't stand to inherit much of anything before, and you most certainly don't now. Your current political importance is measured in how much a person sitting next to you would be interested in making some quick coin by killing you and dragging your head and regalia to the nearest Kipassa embassy.
-[] The Broken Kingdom, formerly Northern March or Jisrem. You were a soldier in the King's Army, and now, you suppose, you are a deserter. Not that there was too much left to desert from. Long story short, the fucker of a chancellor your king for some reason had instead of a proper advisor decided to take over the country by killing the king and blaming it on the alleged rebels, or so the story is told. There was that undoubtedly brilliant plan involving tunneling a new pass through the Great Teeth and poking at the nest of Basilisks to draw them to attack in the dead of winter, normally the only time of respite for your country. So now by the start of autumn the king, the chancellor, most of the capital and a good chunk of the kingdom are Basilisk food. Oh well.
-[] Ghoor-Ca Colonies. Technically, you are a criminal, and the punishment for your particular crime is lifelong imprisonment or beheading, at your convenience, but you had connections that owed you a lot. A lot. There were bribes, there was begging, and one time you had to hide in a cupboard and pray to Gods the jealous spouse would not find you. So instead, you are banished from your homeland, never to set your foot on the Colonies' soil again, and most certainly not to be seen in the Empire proper. Or else. Not in these words. Again, technically, you are a non-entity now, but the practice is fairly common, so you shouldn't have any problems in other sovereignties beyond the usual.
-[] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
*Be aware Kipassa has somewhat matriarchal leanings, inasmuch as it's generally considered men are more fit for the military and women are better at handling coin, but there are, of course, exceptions. Ghoor-Ca Colonies have always been ruled by a man since their inception. Two hundred years, to be exact. One man. It's complicated. The Governor has no particular prejudices against his subordinates, aside from incompetence, but the precedent is here. Jisrem and Carashid are egalitarian in that and some other regards.
A/N: I've been thinking of how to start this whole thing, but screw it, it's already started and you are in the middle of it. Be free to ask any questions about, well, anything really, though I won't always answer them. Maybe I'll laugh maniacally instead. The only thing worth mentioning now is that every choice has ( balanced, I hope ) advantages and disadvantages, but I won't tell more of them before you choose. So yeah, consider your character's origins but not too hard, I promise it'll be fun either way.