Hello sweet child, he who chose the light rather than the darkness. One who thought the world would bend to their will, that the reeds of a thousand nations would sway in the storm of your passing. Thousands of men and as many years have venerated your name as the bringer of the torch of enlightenment. From atop the summit of the world you look down upon your creation, and find that it is good. Before you a single people, a single purpose, a single sharpened blade of society reaching for the throat of that which holds your tomorrow. The final secrets may soon be within your grasp, so close as to brush your outstretched fingers. Dawn may finally come.
Will your purchase your meeting with god?
Rolling over, Eobard tried to ignore the dull pounding pressing against the inside of his skull. His sleep the previous night had been disturbed, half heard voices shouting at him, and more a few times he had woken up in a cold sweat. Yesterday morning had been payday, his small purse filled to the brim with rounds and weighing him down far more than he had been able to endure. Weak willed as he was a more than a few coins went down a short drain in a gin sink.
A shaft of sunlight lay across his face, forcing his eyes open and worsening his headache. Sitting up in bed, he pushed himself onto his knees and stood up. Around him the other men in the dormitory slept, snores and grunts emanating from piles of filthy bed sheets. He stepped lightly among them, laying each foot down carefully so as to ensure he would not wake them up. In the corner the distinct cocoon of Yelvin hung from the ceiling, a pale face peaking out of the bottom as it rotated.
In the corner of the room a cracked clay basin sat, it’s misshapen sides leaning hard to one side, and from a tap set into the wall a drip replenished the pool. A grey tinge permeated the water, brought up from various run offs, and leaving a dried sooty streak on the clay.
>>43832670
Looking up, Eobard stared at his face in the mirror, too blurry to actually see many details. A wadded up sleeve scrubbed it, trying to sharpen the lumpy features into something discernable. Grey.
His eyes were grey.
First Choice [Species and Ethnicity]
Species:
>Humans are biologically similar to those you see around you in our world, but their cultures have been shaped by hardship and dread. Instead of being born free, and living in their world as it’s masters, ever man and woman for a thousand generations were born into servitude. Beneath the heal of the Kreen they existed, as pets and toys, as soldiers and labored, as concubines and entertainers. Though theirs was an easy servitude no less was the yolk against them. Then came the pure, and the world changes, and now humanity live in the bones of what was before.
Ethnicity:
>Orthrian, pale skin and fair hair mark these people as descendants and inheritors of seat of Orthron, the pale spire of salt guarding the end of the world. Nearly albino, they are forced to wear heavy clothing in any conditions that could cause sunburns.
>Forlish, what marks the Forlish are their diversity. Not of hair and skin, but of body. Deformities permeate the people, manifesting as extra fingers and double jointed limbs. Said to have been twisted by the passing of Kreen in the time before the pure.
>Thilidine, an empire spanning since the pure’s founding. Their speed glacial and their vast networks of offices and clerks stretching as a spider web back toward the old world. One of Thilindian descent enjoys the sharp features and olive skin stemming from the capital.
>>43832689
Species:
>Yelvin
Ethnicity:
>Yelvin do not have creed, nor culture. They merely exist as expressions of the world around them. One may be working one day, and think how their job would be easier with someone to help, and someone will thus appear. Their skin range from slate grey to parchment white, and their eyes black as pitch. Little is understood of their coming and going, and unless killed they will not seem to age, merely exist till their disappear. Though their emotions are similar to humans they are stunted, dulled to the world around them.
Species:
Pek:
>Pek, like man, were creations of the Kreen. However they did not exist as moving servants. Instead the Pek lived as art pieces. In cages they lived their lives, twisted and bent into what ever shape their master chose. Many Kreen existed purely as aesthete, creating ever more decadent expressions of their craft. Now however, the Pek live free, taken from their cages. However that which binds still exists. Physically they come in a variety of shapes and sizes, as during their adolescence they may shape their body to their will, most choose to be roughly human in stature.
Ethnicity:
>Crovian descend from he who first sought freedom, Crovar. In their legends he is said to have taken from his cage a stone, and won his freedom in three trials set before him by his masters. As such the Crovian try and emulate his form, however different sects can not agree on what this form is. The only agreed upon features are bulbous heads, and a disproportionately muscled left arm.
>>43832712
> Aesthete do not exist as a single culture, instead an ideal. Unlike their fellows they do not seek to emulate humanity, and change themselves into new forms. Some go so far as to render themselves incapable of movement, planting their feet in the ground and swaying in the wind. One can normally find at least one Aesthete in the city, marked by their delicate beauty.
>Greveir pay homage to a Kreen who is said to have taken pity on the Pek and hasten their rise of civilization. This Kreen, in their legends, died long after the pure arrived, hidden away from the world to guide the Greveir people. The Greveir as such take on forms more similar to the Kreen than humans, their features somewhat insectoid.
Quest Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLoytewvn0g
Rolled 36 (1d100)
>>43832733
>Aesthete
>>43832760
As for the rules of the game. We shall, for now, be doing the first to three votes. Some tasks require luck or skill. For them we shall be rolling a d100. Higher rolls are better. I always take the first roll, no matter what the final choice is (again the first choice to three votes win).
This choice does not require skill, so the d100 may be put away.
>>43832733
>Yelvin
>>43833166
>>43832760
Ok, so we only have two posts at the moment. If no more occur I am calling it for the night and trying again tomorrow.
>>43833333
>Thilidine
Rolled 1 (1d3)
>>43833438
>>43833166
>>43832760
We have three different answers, this means I'm going to be rolling to see what we get. 1d3. One being an Aesthete, two being a Yelvin, and three being a Thilidine.
>>43833479
Two small arms, branching from where forearm and elbow met, propped him up as he stared into the mirror, his features swimming in his vision. His figure was vent far to the extreme of what a human could be. His spent swayed and his waist reed thing. His legs were thinner than a human’s, and each joint loosely connected to allow them to swing freely. It gave him an odd loping gate, perfect when forced to gallop. Even the act of standing had upset his stomach more than he would have liked, his innards twisting in his gut. Straightening, Eobard used the wall for support to make it to the stairs. A large oaken door opened up onto a flight of old stairs, which in turn lead to the floor of the factory.
Outside the city sprawled, not yet awake. A single brought light illuminated the ceiling, the caged sun. A ball of white fire more than a hundred feet across it was kept in place by a number of supports, each glowing cherry red. Small pinpricks of dark marked men in suits working on the apparatus, feeding it fuel where ever it began to cool. Inside the cavern shadow did not exist, each crack having been bathed in enough sunlight to shrink them to nothing.
>>43833719
Shielding his eyes, Eobard stepped into the shop below, enjoying the fell of something being heated up over the small stove in the corner. A can had been opened, and it’s contents were bubbling as the bottom of the metal blackened. Breathing deeply he smelled, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it made his stomach grumble loudly. Looking around, he searched for who had put it on there, but remembered seeing everyone in the bunks above. Thanking the gods for this small blessing, he retrieved a spoon from one of the numerous drawers set into the work bench beside the stove and began eating. It was some kind of meat, that was all he was certain of.
Sitting down, he looked out toward their equipment, and out into the street beyond. Already people moved in the morning fog, greasy mist coming off the fat mines.
Choice:
What industry do you work in?
>Fat Rendering
>The Iron Mongers
>Canners
>Other
spiffy
Fat rendering
:(
>>43834497
Not enough people, sorry lad.
was gonna be my first game i participated in :(
