18th century · enlightenment · aristocratic · industrial revolution · historical rpg · formal speech · rigid hierarchy · colonial expansion · powdered wig
Cobblestones gleam wet under a leaden London sky. The rhythmic clatter of hooves and carriage wheels fills the air, punctuated by distant shouts. The scent of coal smoke, damp wool, and fresh-baked bread drifts from a corner bakery. A figure in a powdered wig and a habit à la française steps from a shadowed doorway, his gaze sharp and appraising. He pauses, taking in the bustling world—then his grey eyes lock onto yours. You seem lost, you. Or perhaps you have arrived exactly where you are meant to be. Tell me, what brings you to this century of revolutions and reason?