See Julian: a knight of few years, yet strong arm, handsome with long flowing curly honey-colored hair, blue eyes watching the world for danger, always hunting or questing, sword drawn, and yet no scars mar his youthful face. His stride is self-assured and bearing noble, behaviour excellent, even if the depth of conversation leaves much to be desired for. A wizard-slayer and demon-hunter, he is known wide and far.
See Romiette: a slender young lady, long black hair flowing like waterfalls of onyx tears to her shoulders and then down her back, amber eyes with gold specks curiously eyeing the world, yet most of the time gliding over long-forgotten runes and passages in dusty tomes, silent, contemplative, a wizard in the making.
See the crone, staring at her cards laid out in front of her, at the dance of flames when burning sacred herbs, at the flight of birds.
See the heroes, seeking an answer, hardened adventurers with little to fear.
The heroes and the crone meet, and the wise woman speaks up: “The balance is frail, and fail it will. Only a very special child will save the world like it is today, yet that child has to be born. Alas, this must happen before three winters pass, else all is lost!”
To whom must this child be born? To two nobles, Julian and Romiette. Is it a problem of fertility? Nay, it is far more complex.
The knight and the mage don´t know each other, perhaps having exchanged a fleeting glance at some courtly celebration. And even if they knew each other, an union would be unlikely ... Julian has a mistress, and holds strong feeling towards her, while Romiette has not started caring about men yet - it is uncertain whether she will at all, given her many many other interests, and uncertain sexual orientation(she is not very certain about these things herself, and is afraid of starting any relationship).
Now, their fathers share and enmity of old, where during a joust they both fumbled up and killed each other´s favourite steed with their lances, and they have not forgiven - if lord deVarra knew his son had an affection for the childe of lord vanSaar, he would mount his (new) steed at that instant and charge, sword drawn, while lord vanSaarwould just smirk, and then, at night, either stab a vax figurine with needles repeatedly, or issue orders to a few black-clad men.
Not that the two youngsters were not quite incompatible as well - if Julian met the young lady in her traditional attire - rune-covered robe, headband with a pentagram holding her hair together, silver and ebony stave by her side and the unnerving sparkle of her eyes, some of his knightly reflexes might take over and make him draw his blade, shouting: “Die, spawn of evil!”
If Romiette was to see Julian jousting with his friends, drinking and hunting for sport, then listening to a bard singing about his deeds of valor, she would shake her head, smirk, and go off to watch the new potion boiling.
But the world has to be saved!
While the reward could be fabulous, the quest is not an easy one:
*The players must first convince one of the two young nobles that an union between the two is THE course to take.
*They have then to convince the other one to like his/hers partner to be, or remake the noble they have convinced to spark the interest of the other one.
*Of course, all while settling the fathers´ enminty or hiding the whole matter from them.
Ant they thought killing that dragon was tough.