Title: The Borai Legacy Fade in:
EXT.
CEMETERY - DAY The camera pans over a cemetery, the graves
marked with weathered stone and brass plaques.
The sun shines down on the cemetery, casting long shadows over the dead.
Cut to: INT.
FUNERAL PARLOR - DAY A woman stands at the head of a casket, tears
streaming down her face.
She is dressed in black and holds a single white rose.
She is surrounded by mourners, who are all dressed in somber attire.
WOMAN: (whispering) Why did you have to leave us, my love?
Suddenly, the casket lid slams open, startling the mourners.
A figure rises from the casket, his skin pale and his eyes dark.
The mourners scream and flee, but the woman stands frozen in place, staring at the figure
in disbelief.
BORAI: (in a hoarse voice) Why do you weep, my love?
I am not gone, merely changed.
The woman stares at the borai in shock, unable to process what she is seeing.
WOMAN: (stammering) But... but you're dead...
BORAI: (smiling) In a manner of speaking, yes.
But I still have a sliver of my soul, and it is bound to my body.
I am a borai.
The woman backs away, fear in her eyes.
WOMAN: (whispering) What are you?
BORAI: (calmly) I am a being that defies death, a creature of both the living and the undead.
I am a borai.
Cut to: INT.
UNIVERSITY - DAY A professor stands at the head of a lecture
hall, addressing a room full of students.
PROFESSOR: Borais are an unusual form of corporeal undead.
They are not simply dead bodies animated by negative energy, but rather, they retain a
small piece of their soul, bound to their mostly dead body.
This gives them a unique set of abilities and traits, making them both fascinating and
unsettling to those who encounter them.
The professor pauses, looking out over the students, who are all taking notes.
PROFESSOR: (continuing) Borais appear much as they did in life, but their skin becomes
pale and fragile, and dark veins of negative energy blossom across their bodies.
Despite this, they still need to eat, breathe, and sleep, just like any living creature.
But their aging process is slowed, allowing them to live for a few additional centuries.
Cut to: INT.
BAR - NIGHT A borai sits at the bar, nursing a drink.
He is surrounded by a group of shady-looking individuals, who are all talking in hushed
tones.
BORAI: (speaking to the shady individuals) I don't care what you think of me.
I am what I am, and I am not ashamed of it.
I embrace my undead nature and use it to my advantage.
I am a fearsome enforcer, a bodyguard that no one would dare cross.
The shady individuals nod, their expressions wary.
Cut to: INT.
DIPLOMATIC OFFICE - DAY A borai stands before a group of diplomats,
his expression confident and reassuring.
BORAI: (speaking to the diplomats) I understand your concerns about my undead nature, but
I assure you that I am the still the same man who stood with your forefathers at the
signing of the treaty which surved 60 years in the combined defence of your two peoples
against the raiders from the mountains of the North.
Stand with me now and we can forge a new, stronger alliance, these matters we quarrel
over can be resolved without he need for further bloodshed
(Fireplace and glass of whisky)
The life of a borai was not an easy one, despite their unusual abilities and extended lifespan.
Many of them lived in a world that feared and reviled them, where their undead status
made them outcasts, even among their own kind.
There were those, of course, who embraced their disconcerting aspects, using their frightening
appearance to their advantage, but for others, the life of a borai was a constant struggle
against prejudice and misunderstanding.
Despite this, there were borais who persevered, who made a life for themselves despite the
odds against them.
They were found in all walks of life, from terrifying enforcers and imposing bodyguards
to diplomats and public servants.
Some borais attempted to hide their pale appearance with cosmetics and full-body clothing, trying
to blend in with members of their original races, but this often resulted in heartbreak
and feelings of betrayal from their friends.
For those who could not or would not hide their undead nature, life was often a battle
for acceptance, a constant effort to overcome the stigma of their existence.
It was a hard life, but for those who embraced it, it was also a life filled with purpose.
Borais had a unique ability to see clearly in the dark, and their immunity to negative
energy made them valuable allies in the fight against dark forces and undeath.
They were highly resistant to disease, exhaustion, fatigue, mind-affecting effects, paralysis,
poison, sleep effects, and stunning, which made them ideal combatants against the risen
dead.
However, as much as borais were valued for their abilities, they were also feared and
reviled.
Many saw them as abominations, as creatures that had somehow cheated death and were now
defying the natural order of the world.
For these borais, life was a constant battle against misunderstanding and prejudice, a
struggle to prove that they were more than just their undead status.
Despite all this, there were borais who persevered, who made a life for themselves in a world
that often did not want them.
They were a testament to the strength of the human spirit, to the resilience of the soul,
and to the power of the will to survive.
Whether they were embraced by the world or shunned, these borais proved that even in
the face of death, life could find a way to endure.
Despite the challenges that come with being a borai, many find it preferable to death.
After all, their unusual state allows them to continue living and experiencing the world,
albeit in a limited way.
However, some borais are tormented by the knowledge of what they have become and long
for the release of death.
For these individuals, existence as a borai can be a never-ending cycle of pain and regret.
Despite the fear and revulsion that many people feel towards borais, there are those who see
them as valuable assets.
As previously mentioned, their abilities to see in the dark and resist negative energy
make them ideal allies in the fight against dark forces and undeath.
Some borais embrace this role and use their powers to defend the living, while others
are content to live out their extended lifespans in relative obscurity, away from prying eyes
and judgmental attitudes.
However, the fact remains that borais are still undead creatures, and they are often
seen as abominations by those who hold strict views on life and death.
Some societies and organizations actively hunt borais, seeing them as threats that must
be neutralized.
Despite their powers and abilities, borais can never fully escape the stigma attached
to their undead nature.
For player characters, the decision to become a borai is one that should not be taken lightly.
While it offers the chance to continue adventuring for centuries to come, it also carries a heavy
price.
Those who choose to embrace their borai nature must learn to navigate the often hostile world
that surrounds them, constantly aware of the danger that lurks around every corner.
For some, the price is too high, and they choose instead to pass on to the afterlife,
accepting their fate and the limitations of mortality.
But for those who choose to embrace their borai nature, the world is a place of endless
possibility and adventure.
They are powerful, immortal beings with a unique perspective on life and death, and
they are free to explore the world, forge their own paths, and leave their mark on the
world in a way that few others can.
Whether they are feared or revered, respected or reviled, borais will always stand out as
a unique and powerful force in the world, a testament to the stubbornness of the human
spirit and the desire to cling to life in the face of death.
and with that, stay deeply nerdy my Starfinder friends, and I will be back with more for
you, very soon.