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The Eastmount: Named for its geographical location east of mountains, it boasts lush jungles filled with horrible monsters, plains regions filled with the tribal and violent fhey, bands of Avicated bandits murdering people horribly and loose settlements called Freeholds which function as small principalities filled with scheming murderous assholes.
People wouldn't even bother with the region at all, except for the great city of Merkantus! Located in the aptly named Trader's Bay, the city is massive by medieval standards. Over a million people reside there, and its massive walls, constantly vigilant guardsmen and wealthy populace all gather there for one reason: The Magic Trade. Details to outsiders are extremely sparse, but it is the only known area in the whole world where one can get tattooed with the special magical symbols. These function as spells, and disappear from the body as soon as they're used, so the need is to always return. But who is giving the tattoos, and what are they asking for in return? You want some of that power....and here you are!
Well, soon enough anyway. It's a great day, and the caravan trundles along at a good place. You're excited. In your early adulthood, you've been wanting to make it to Merkantus since you were a little __________.
>What are you? A boy? A girl? First 3 posts nail it.
Hej, is a futab- boy.
>>312060
Boy.
>>312060
Boy
Its official, he has a dick!
The story so far
There goes my attention span. Bye
>>312064
>>312067
>>312072
Since you were a young boy of course. How would you describe yourself?
>Appealing
>Brash
>Calm
>Charming
>Clever
>clumsy
>craven
>cruel
>dishonorable
>doomed
>Driven
>empathic
>exiled
>fast
>foolish
>Graceful
>guarded
>hardy
>hideous
>honorable
>impulsive
>inquisitve
>intelligent
>jovial
>Kind
>learned
>lucky
>mad
>mechanical
>mysterious
>mystical
>naive
>Noble
>perceptive
>resilient
>sharp-Eyed
>skeptical
>spiritual
>stealthy
>strong
>strong willed
>swift
>tongue-Tied
>tough
>vengeful
>virtuous
>Wealthy
>weird
>>312114
(First option to get three votes wins)
>>312114
Calm, but Impulsive.
>>312126
(Picking Calm.)
Wealthy as a elder of zion
>>312114
>Doomed.
We need to be Literally Us
Ah, wealthy but impulsive
>>312149
Wait, nono, Im going to vote for doom now.
I like loyal... but that isn't an option so honorable if I can't write in loyal
>>312157
>Calm
>>312163
Un *shakes head*
Test
>>312163
(We're using a truncated version of the Cypher System, so there are no pairings. Sorry!)
>>312149
Going Doomed
YES! DOOMED IT IS!
>>312186
>>312154
>>312149
>doomed
Cypher System Rulebook, 70: You are quite certain that your fate is leading you, inextricably, toward a terrible end. This fate might be yours alone, or you might be dragging along the others closest to you.Why the fuck did I even include this as an option?
Nevermind all that doom and gloom. You look around the wagon you're riding in currently. There's around six people, one of which is chained to the bottom of the wagon. A woman. Near her, a smallish man sits looking at her nervously and constantly ruffling and then smoothing a feather he found. The rest are humans, but you know the woman is an Avicated.
>The Avicated are strong. Much stronger than the average human, and even though they used to be humans, some foul process has boosted their intellect, strength and more to ridiculous levels. They live for thousands of years, they say, but they have grey, splotchy skin that looks like years of alchemical burns have worn away the beauty they used to possess. They are shunned and hated all over the world, and especially so in the Eastmount.
Pick avicated if you:
>Want a character who is as strong as fuck, smart as fuck, and quick as fuck.
>want to roleplay an outsider
>No, really, I mean it guys.
The man sitting next to her with the feather is a Fhey.
The Fhey are short, tawny skinned people that seem to uniformly have long raven hair. Typically they don't go anywhere without some kind of leather armor on, but this man is wearing a green cloak and tough but non-armorlike clothes. The fhey are almost exactly like humans but they possess a necklace strung full of gemstones they claim allow them to communicate with their ancestors. Nobody knows if it's true, but the Fhey will scream bloody murder if you dare attempt to remove them. Nobody who has ever tried to take one from a living Fhey has ever lived to tell the tale. A current trend which horrifies most in the Eastmount is the tendency to mutilate their children's ears. Depending on the generation, Fhey may have long pointed ears, small tiny nubs, odd star-shaped patterns and more.
Pick the Fhey if you:
>Want to play as not a human that isnt hated
>want to explore a bizarre culture in the City
>want more options in the underworld of Merkantus
>>312234
>The Avicated
>>312234
>Want to play as a human that is Lonely and disliked for how Doomed from birth he is.
>You lost your Necklace at age 3 due to the Fhey not wanting to collapse.
>>312246
(So...you're voting for......?)
>>312255
The Fhey. But still, a no necklace one. Because of how the ancestors would be repulsed by you
>>312267
>>312267
(That is basically the equivalent of being one of those non self aware furries that walks into childrens toy stores wearing a shirt with two fox people cumming on each other's faces and spends his time talking to children about which pony is his favorite while sweat soaks the brim of his fedora, but if you guys vote that way....)
>>312297
That's EXACTLY THE POINT. Make him the biggest faggot possible.
>>312234
>The Avicated
>Want a character who is as strong as fuck, smart as fuck, and quick as fuck.
Doomed Avicated sounds nice.
>>312234
>avicated
>>312453
Well, that's three!
>You're an Avicated. You're hated by most people, and you share a history with every other member of your people. Sadly, you were never in the eastmount before, part of the diaspora up north. You have long silvery hair, grey splotchy skin, and grey eyes. In the least awesome way possible. You look like a sickly old man, but you are not, in any way shape or form, a sickly old man. Your muscles ripple under your skin, and your mind feels always switched on, and you move with a catlike grace.
Sadly, it doesn't feel that way. You always feel like you're this way artificially. You're tired, and sleep only makes you feel worse when you wake up. But despite the feeling, you know you're not, actually. You can stay awake for a week with no ill effects, you barely need to eat. You're good at the ways of war. But what are you?
>A Warrior. A person who fights with the skill and prowess of a trained soldier, or a raging barbarian. You live by the sword, the bow, the axe. You were hired as a caravan Guard.
>A Bard. You are a speaker, and due to a strange circumstance of your birth, you've traded strength for guile, your silver tongue is able to get you to any destination, hell, you didn't even pay for this trip. You just talked your way on.
>An Explorer: Some out there might say that a massive city is hardly a place for an exploring academic like yourself, but you don't really give a shit what they think. Cities are rife with secrets, crumbling ruins and nobody's ever mapped Merkantus. The sheer size, the private districts. The home of one of the merchant-kings could have the discovery of a lifetime. You paid to get on this caravan.
(And since I'm going the fuck to bed, we'll finish with focus:)
>As well as being X, you also have a set of skills that you've developed as time has passed. It's your unique flair. A quirk, if you will. Would you say that you:
>Carry a Quiver?(Archer specialization)
>Channel Divine Blessings?(Somewhat like a cleric)
>Defend the Weak?
>Entertains?
>Explores Dark Places?
>Fights Dirty?
>Fights with Panache?
>Hunts with Great Skill?
>Looks for Trouble?
>Masters Weaponry?
>Masters...the swarm?
>Needs no Weapon?
>Performs Feats of Strength?
>Rages?
>Speaks for the Land?
>Works the Back Alleys?
>Works the System?
(Choose wisely, and 3 post one for each choice for ease of reading. Once the character is made, I will post your sheet and we will start playing!)
Do not try to min-max. Just pick something that sounds cool as fuck!
>>312543
>Entertain
Instead of fighting our enemies, we make them laugh to death.
>>312543
>A Warrior. A person who fights with the skill and prowess of a trained soldier, or a raging barbarian. You live by the sword, the bow, the axe. You were hired as a caravan Guard
>Defend the Weak?
>>312543
Warrior.
Quiver.
>>312543
Bard.
Masters weaponry. A silver tongue bard that can also wield a ton a weapons sounds fun.
>>312543
>>An Explorer: Some out there might say that a massive city is hardly a place for an exploring academic like yourself, but you don't really give a shit what they think. Cities are rife with secrets, crumbling ruins and nobody's ever mapped Merkantus. The sheer size, the private districts. The home of one of the merchant-kings could have the discovery of a lifetime. You paid to get on this caravan.
Entertains
>>316248
Seconding.
>>312543
Bard. BARD.
>>316874
Mastering the swarm.
Or archery if we want to be a faggot.
>>312543
>>An Explorer: Some out there might say that a massive city is hardly a place for an exploring academic like yourself, but you don't really give a shit what they think. Cities are rife with secrets, crumbling ruins and nobody's ever mapped Merkantus. The sheer size, the private districts. The home of one of the merchant-kings could have the discovery of a lifetime. You paid to get on this caravan.
>Fights Dirty?
>>318735Alrighty then, boys, we have our character. In the interest of actually getting this two day old quest going, I'm going to fill out the rest of the character. The game uses a trunicated version of the Cypher System, which is a rules-lite system that you'll be rolling d20's to hit a target number. It's simple enough. I can answer any questions about the system out of character, please post in spoilers or brackets.)
>>318983
You are Doravin. You are a Doomed Avicated Explorer who Entertains. All your life you've been looking forward to returning to your homeland, the Great City of Magic, Merkantus. All Avicated hail from this city, and in ages past, a time you still remember, many of your kind worshiped your leadership, the Mothers, special Avicated who could, at will, "Avicate" other peoples from any race, granting the long life, the instant boost in intelligence, the impossible grace of your people.
That was long ago, and they were all exterminated by The Rangers.
That is in the past, though. The Rangers are all gone, vanishing from the pages of history like so many empires, brotherhoods of knights and more. There is only the now, and there is only you. You've come to Merkantus to learn more about your own people's history, to explore its miles of catacombs, to sneak into mansions belonging to the great Merchant-Kings and more.
Unfortunately you're still at least a few days away, and this caravan's master feels the need to trundle along at a slow pace. You gaze about the wagon again. There is the Avicated woman gained to the bottom of your wagon. She doesn't give you a second look, while the Fhey darts his glance from the floor, to his fingernails, to her, and back again with such rapidity that it almost looks like he's bobbing his head. He has the black hair of his people, but his necklace is tucked into his shirt - odd, the Fhey are very proud of their religion and never seek to hide it. The others on the caravan are three humans. A woman and her child, and a man with them, though by the indifferent demeanor the man has to the child's increasingly severe cough doesn't mark him as family member. He carries with him a large amount of weapons - mostly staves. The Fhey is seemingly unarmed. The woman and child are unarmed.
>Ask the woman about her child's cough.
>Speak to the child
>Speak to the Fhey
>Speak to the other Avicated
>Speak to the man
>Examine the Fhey/Woman/Child/Man/Avicated further
>Anything else
>>319019
>>Speak to the other Avicated
>>319104
You call out to the other Avicated. She looks up at you, hair cascading down either side of her face. Strange that she managed to keep her hair so intact after so long. She's got an anger to her that you've seen in a lot more of your kind. She doesn't respond to your call, nor does she reply when you ask her name, or her reason for imprisonment. The Fhey chuckles softly to himself.
>What do you do?
>>319152
do a little song and dance also ask the Fhey whats so funy? since he seams to know something
>>319163
Alright, I'm going to need a roll. D20, you're trying to get above six.
Rolled 4 (1d20)
>>319218
>>319478
nooooo i have failed
>>319481
>>319478
You dance a small jig, but unfortunately, the moving wagon causes you to fall backwards into the wagon. You stand back off, brush yourself off, and you ask the Fhey if he knows anything about the Avicated. The man regards you oddly, then smirks, crosses his arms and shakes his head. It doesn't seem you will be getting much out of him now.
>What do you do?
Rolled 5 (1d20)
>>319698
Cuddle up to the Fey and ask him again in a slightly threatening slightly flirtive manner that may or may not be joking but might confuse him enough that he'll answer out of nervousness.
