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Playing child characters in TTRPGs
I start with describing another encounter with everyday sexism, something that was, of course, expected but I still find my perspective interesting. For those who think sexism is a myth, trans people are a great resource since we tend to experience things more than one part of the gender spectrum. I go on with talking about why playing young rolkeplayting characters is an interesting experience and well worth exploring. I talk about the first child character I created in a setting that did not require it. Lea, a 13 year old sorceress/cleric. Feel free to aks her a question! Finally I answer a question posted to Alvhild, and since I had already written a sonnet about the moment Alvhild talks about, I let her read this week’s sonnet. Venja and Alvhild. Art by gruetzi. A castle strong, a cottage frail, No home we’ve had survived the war, In fear and sorrow we set sail, And find ourselves on fated shore. But what more hardships can I face? Unwanted by the queen of death, I woke in sister’s warm embrace, Renewed in spite of final breath. When edge of anguish doth arrive, What embers under river’s bed? What doubt and anguish can survive, When every tear I had’s been shed? Thee, wolf, that hunts and torments thus, Now it’s your turn to run from us.