243 BTFOM – The Counterfeit Affair
After decades of wandering the desert, Damian grew restless.
The dunes all whispered the same stories, and he wanted a new one... so he crossed the sea.
It nearly killed him.
The voyage was meant to be calm, but the third night brought a storm that turned the sky to iron. He still remembers the sound of masts snapping, the cold that bit through his fur, and the black water that swallowed the deck. He survived clinging to the wreck for three days, adrift with nothing but lightning for company.
He reached the western coast alive but forever uneasy around open water. Even now, the smell of salt can make him shiver.
The city he found there was rich and cruel. Built on slaves, taxes, and the belief that magic belonged only to Gods and there followers. Fools...
Damian, ever the wanderer with something to prove, fell in with a group calling themselves (??), smugglers and counterfeiters who promised revolution through clever hands. They coins where forged so perfectly that even priests blessed them by mistake.
Damian supplied copper and other brittle metal, and laughed when the nobles themselves paid with false gold and called out for deception. For a time, it felt like justice.
But when the empire uncovered the scheme, the guild was hunted down.
Damian was captured in a raid and hauled before a magistrate.
He escaped execution not through power but performance, feigning confusion, humility, and the thick accent of a foreign fool.
“If words could make gold, I would be rich.” he said, smiling.
The court laughed. He was fined and released, but the city’s jails overflowed with those who weren’t as charming.
It was the first time he learned that rebellion can look a lot like theft, and that good intentions have the worst consequences.