Oxtober Day 8: Spicy

Merilwen from Oxventure is Autistic!

corazon most likely wouldn't be able to fight off the pirates on his own for very long, especially once his father gets involved. he'd be killed in what would be "a spot of bother" and then buried as "percival milquetoast," his father coming up with some sort of lie that he was ambushed by pirates while doing an overseas study. i think that lord milquetoast would still eventually find out abt the killmost ancestry and lay his claim on the manor of necropolis on sea, so corazon's father would get to live out the life that he killed his own son over. corazon would be remembered by the name he rejected, not the one he chose for himself (side note: andy has a really good knack for making characters that fit into transgender allegories)

merilwen would have to return to her village eventually and, without her friends with her to intervene, she'd be forced into an adult name by way of the tombola. she wouldn't be allowed to adventure, and sure she would enjoy hunting a bit, but she'd still be trapped. every wildcat she encounters would remind her of simon, but instead she's the one trapped with no one to set her free. she'd watch the birds soar and wish she could fly with them, but she never advanced enough to be able to turn into a giant eagle or a pterodactyl. like corazon, she wouldn't be merilwen, the name she's held so dear to herself. she'd be something else until the world ends around her.

prudence would be forced to renounce cthulu and made to live as a hermit, as much as she despises it. in legacy of dragons, when she gets put in the pocket dimension, she's sad about being lonely. despite her general attitude, it's obvious that it's mostly a persona she puts on because of her scary tiefling warlock visuals. she doesn't like being alone, but that's all a hermit is. solitude. no patron, no friends, not even any enemies to smite down. she was abandoned by her parents as a baby, which most likely is the root cause of why she hates being alone. she was born alone, she lived alone, and she'll die alone.

i don't think dob would ever get reunited with suzette if it weren't for him being apart of the guild. he'd travel the world, singing the lullaby and trying to find his sister, but would overall fail. i like to think that he'd eventually find his way into joining lady fyengeh's troupe of performers, but even that doesn't really last forever. if we suspend enough belief that without the guild, mistmire would still survive jacques darkfall and that chauncey survives, then once lady fyengeh weds chauncey, the troupe is essentially disbanded. i think dob would end up spending the rest of his life with flannery, funnily enough, and it would drive him insane.

You would expect world-saving acts to be remembered, but with nobody knowing that anything was ever amiss, the story would probably fade with those who were involved. If anything, despite their good intentions, the guild would probably be remembered more for the dozens of escapades that ended in them being chased out of towns

Imagine decades down the line, the guild trying to prove what they did to show the world that their actions mattered. Corazon and his Penny Dreadfuls wanting to be remembered for his good deeds rather than for being his Father's disappointment. Egbert writing his changed morals and expanded worldview as the basis of his religion. Prudence searing her face into the minds of others as she torches them. Dob writing songs about his adventurers in the hopes that somebody will remember them. All of them wanting their sacrifices to matter.

Merilwen outliving all of the guild, discovering out how temporary everything she worked for truly is but still spending her extra centuries telling the people she meets about the times she spent travelling the world with her best friends.

But despite her best efforts, the universe still forgets. Because there will always be bigger threats to the world, and more heroic folks to save it.

Or so she thinks.

Millenia in the future, when magic has left the world and ghosts have come flooding in, a man would make his wealth on a whaling ship that he named in honour of the stories of his childhood, the dread pirate De Ballena

One day, an artist would be hired to write the next big opera. They would adapt their favourite childhood lullably. The tale had been corrupted by time, but the sentiment remained - one of hope and misadventure, starring a high-voiced page and steel wheels.

In time, magic would be lost to the world, but some power remained if you knew where to look for it. It still lingered in the pages of old religious tomes, holding enough power to banish a banshee despite how ridiculous the deity itself would seem to those who hadn't met them

When the ghost apocolypse first swept through G'eth, academics would pour over ancient texts looking for answers, and common folk were willing to turn to any source of authority for answers and salvation. I'd be willing to bet a decent number of people found comfort in the idea of being eaten last