Bragi - 97 Poets of Revachol #5

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Age: Middle

Romance: 2

Addiction: 2

Violence: 3

Surrealism: 3

Creation: 5

Safety: Acts of racism (victim and/or perpetrator)

Presentation

Themes: tortured past, mysticism, family

Bragi has no conscious memories of the time before the travelling, but every now and then, they will wake with a cry, sweat dripping from their forehead and an uneasy feeling of loss in the pit of their stomach. They are an artist, and these dreams have fueled many drawings and paintings. Sometimes, they can almost make out a woman’s face in the drawings, but it always seems to remain elusive, just at the edge of awareness. When it’s been a while since one of their dreams, they will spend hours painting the swirling Pale as their family slowly traverses it. They have tried to recreate this flow of inspiration after they came to Revachol, but for now, they have struggled in vain.

Fantasy Dreamers

The Fantasy Dreamers came together through their shared love of role-playing games. What started as a run-of-the-mill tabletop game has now evolved into a complex homebrewed live-action augmented reality role-playing game where the lines between what is fiction and what is real are severely blurred. For some of the members, potentially past any point of rescue. And can any of us blame them? Living in an ancient and wondrous fairytale kingdom where the rivers flow with wine or fighting for scraps on the mean streets of Revachol? What would you choose if you were presented with those options?

Addicts Anonymous

“You matter. Shit happens and it can be hard to get back on your feet. This is when addiction catches you. Now remember sister, brother: you are not alone. You will never be any more. In our Addicts Anonymous meetings, we always listen with care, love, and respect. What is told and done within the circle stays within the circle, no matter what.
We care. You are safe. You matter.”

Immigrant Housing

The immigrant housing occupies one whole wing of La Cage, the more decrepit one, hosting families that are far from home. People love creating distance between one another. Migrants from Graad and Oranje and some undocumented poor souls live here, stuck between horrible jobs in local sweatshops and old dreams. All together, squashed under one roof, the various cultures are clashing and mixing with each other, while everyone is still trying to maintain a sense of belonging. But is it even possible to call La Cage home?