The Journal of Brix Wagoner, Entry One

So I’m going to be starting an Exalted game with some friends in the Fall, where I will be playing a Zenith Solar Exalted. In order to really make my character come to life (as well as practice writing) I’m going to try and do weekly ‘journal updates’ from the perspective of my character. Ready? Let’s go.

I was born special. I know this. In a world full of the unprivileged, those struggling just to feed themselves and their families, I was born to the wealthiest family in Nexus, the center of commerce for the whole Threshold. My family, the Wagoners, started as simple transporters, hiring out our single horse cart to transport goods throughout the region. That was seven generations ago. Today, my family’s shipping empire controls the riverways, roads, and warehouses of Nexus. Thousands of talents may trade hands in the streets of the city, but they goods they haggled over were brought to them through Wagoner channels, and we get our cut.

Strange. Even after all this time, I still think of my family in the present tense. The problem with living in an empire always fighting for dynasty is that, no matter how high you rise, you can always be put down by the noble-born, for not other reason than being in their way.

I can remember the night my family was killed in front of my eyes. We had become too powerful in the eyes of the royal families, and an army of murderers forced their way into our estate in Bastion. I was the only survivor. As I look back over the course that brought me here from that moment, I can only hope I have done my family proud.

So that’s entry one. A little rough, I know, but hopefully they’ll improve with practice.

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