Quick explanation
Recently I’ve been super busy and I’m also cleaning up the apartment while doing more childcare than before and have a lot going on with my health, so I decided to pick up one of the many games I have. I chose The Faithful Witch.
The Faithful Witch is a journalling game. It’s set in a world that has been befallen by (literal and/or metaphorical) darkness, and the divine has gone silent. Your character travels from one location to the next and journals about what happens and reflections during that time. You begin your game in the season of the Fog.
This will essentially be a series to record my playthrough of the game (and maybe inspire others to play similar games?), and each post may be one or several entries that are written in-character.
My Character
Toivo has travelled for seven years, beginning some time after the darkness fell and the Old Days ended. Even as faith is failing among the populace, he remains secure in his faith in his god, believing the lack of response from his god may in fact not be a bad thing.
Toivo is a Finnish men’s name that translates to roughly “hope” and “expectation”, and is directly related to toive that means “wish” or “desire” as well as “hope”. I think that might be useful information, so you might understand the motivation of his name.
Location roll: 10. A cluster of caravans that once roamed the land, now forced to remain stationary
Year 7, The Fog, Day 1
I have arrived to a village formed by a caravan. What I noted from a further distance was that there are small patches of forest in its vicinity and a nearby stream. As I came closer, I saw they grow some simpler crops — root vegetables and some legumes that have yet to grow in full — but much else does not seem able to grow in the soil around here.
As I reached the caravan, I nearly stumbled over what I thought was a corpse, but it turned out to be a live person from the village. I brought the villager with me, and, while they seemed not to be particularly caring of their fellow villager, they looked upon me with skepticism. It seems that many a disaster has befallen this village over the years, and some of them may have been travellers with ill intentions.
Nonetheless I requested to be allowed to stay for at least this season, and in return for keeping me, I would offer them my services.
I was brought to a tent that already had many dwellers in it. Upon their realisation that I am devoted, some of them were skeptical, while others were a little more open-minded. It seems that there may still be a handful who believe, but rather than retaining beliefs of the Old Days, an altar that looks unfamiliar has been erected in the village.
Seeing as it may disturb their own rituals, I decided against the use of my own altar, and instead performed the ritual of dwelling as minimally as I could after cleaning out the space I have been allocated for the duration of my stay. My space is barely enough to sleep upon, but this is not an issue I’m unfamiliar with.
I now need to take a look at the villager I stumbled over to show my sincerity. I hope there is something I can do with what little I brought with me here.
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