I was able to travel to distant lands and see things most would consider rare. However, I tumbled into paranoia, realising my fears that my newfound talents were ephemeral. Immediately afterward, my actions saw consequence as catastrophe claimed one of my compatriots. I was then chased nearly to death by hounds, my possessions taken by those who followed in their wake. Thanks to help from distant friends, I was able to survive to see a brighter dawn, a broken shell but assuredly still alive.
the rich were a family, trapped upon an upturned boat. the ocean's waves grew tall against them, even without storm. precious quarters had collapsing walls, barely holding back doom. newfound disabilities drove a blind desperation for relief. unseen newscasters warned their billions were taken by the water, and lamented at what impact this would have.
Something from my unconscious, not nightmare enough to make me fear for my safety, but not dream enough to keep me asleep.
I was a frail actress (bound to my home city) who's supposed benefit to the group was unmatched access to all things. I never could quite get my hands on any truly useful items, so instead I spent my time directing distant action against the unspeakable monsters.
At some point I attempted to sacrifice my well-being for the greater good, which somehow unlocked all my inner potential and unheard of strength of mind. I now roam the earth, seeking the adventures I was previously denied .
he/him