Game Thread

Sep 21, 2016 12:17 am
It has been nearly forty five years since the fall of the gods. With its fall, the proud empire of Cavazel was basically blasted into oblivion leaving the fractured Ruinscape in its wake. In the midst of a new ocean the storms of magic and fury -- the Eye of Elanehtar -- fling out curses to fall, like rain, upon the lands. Shielding a large part of the continent, the mountain range known as the Krakens hold back the worst of the storms -- but they protect what was once a fertile land and now is not.

For decades, the cities under the baleful shadow of Nod -- the Nightland -- have suffered without sunlight. Much has died in the constant eclipse, leaving only the heartiest, or most malevolent of flora and fauna to be found. In this time, the city of Corso has risen as the center of power in the Nightland. At the head of that city is a dragon -- a powerful sorcerer -- named Nulumriel. She has demanded fealty from all lands under the cover of eternal night. In either fear of her power or apathy they have all acquiesced. All but Somorrah to the north -- but it lies at the very edge of the Nightland -- half of it in eternal night and half with daylight during the day. Thus Nulumriel has viewed this as a technicality that enables them to be free. For now.

For awhile after the Fall, people held hope for the return of the gods. But when there was no help to be found and when real evil walked the earth without recourse, hope faltered. Hope turned to bitterness and despair. Eventually it turned to abandonment. There are no gods anymore. And there shall not be again. This is known. Nulumriel helps with this -- she has created an order of lawkeepers, the Reconciliators. They are charged with helping society to accept the new godless reality. Some assert they actively seek out any divine influence and eliminate it. Brutally.

In general the world has become one where if you hold power, money and influence you can literally do what you want. In Corso, this is as simple as paying an indulgence to the city. Did someone bump into your carriage and leave a scratch? He can be tortured, killed or maimed as you see fit so long as you pay the price. Does your neighbor bother you? Save up your earnings and you can murder him and remain on the right side of the law. Corso is a terrible place to be without power.

Each of you have come into the Afterworld well after the Fall. Each of you finds yourself in Corso.
OOC:
Can each of you post with an introduction to your character and opine how you find yourself in Corso? I'll tie the strings of fate to bring you together appropriately afterwards. But this way I don't make assumptions about apparent age (e.g. are you all roughly in your 20s? etc.) and whatnot.
Sep 21, 2016 3:44 am
From New Somorrah to Old Nemoro, from crossroads to Corso: this is how Dikaios came to the city of slaves and spires.

A child of commoners of Corso in the Night district, he would tell you his life was one of freedom and jovial ignorance before he became a man and set off to find where slaves were. If you asked him where he was going, he would simply say, "Where people are kept in chains." He knows why he came. He had a mission, and that mission was simple: justice for those who have been denied. His parents did not know what to do when their son suddenly one day (or night technically, as it always was in their neighborhood) went out, bought some odd weapons no one would use and headed south without a word but a simply, "I have a mission."

A tall man, broad shouldered with long brown hair and a clean shaven face, looking to be in his late twenties. Well, at least he would if he was not wearing his dull hood and cloak. Currently he looked up, although slightly as to not have the hood fall back, at the statue of The Liberator. Why? He seemed to be looking at his patron.
Sep 21, 2016 1:20 pm
Reojk whistled to himself a mischievous smirk on his face as he walked down the street. Ah Corso, although the road here had been most interesting it seemed to him the closer he got to Corso proper the darker the secrets people kept close to their very beings. They had been quite fun to unravel and the discoveries had been most delicious. A sudden giggle burst out of the youth of maddening laughter thinking of his exploits to get here.

Travel had been eventful playing the part of a curious traveling idiot along the way and had enabled him to meet several con artist trying to take advantage of him. Playing someone innocent or foolish and unknowing was very different from being so, when they found out it was usually too late and accusations at that point would lead to embarrassment or further ridicule from the youth. Swindling swindlers had netted him a few items and shins.

With nothing to do at the moment and no real plan on how to find what he truly wanted from Corso he wandered the streets looking for something interesting to get into. He stroked the scarf around his neck that moved slightly adjusting itself as if it was alive, a head cocked up and a tongue flicked forth sensing the air and resettling into a light scarf muffler on the shoulders of Reojk as he walked the streets, it wasn’t that chilly out and about as he walked the streets in the eternal night.

This should be fun.
For Reojk he’d found he’d need to gather many secrets to take on his role, some big and some small along the way. Personally he’d like to find out the blacker secrets that Corso could reveal to him. The darker the secret the juicier they were.

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Sep 23, 2016 1:40 pm
OOC:
Thank you, you two. Since this had a slow spin up -- I'll wait a bit more to see if anyone else is going to chime in. If not I'll clean the decks and proceed with you two for a bit.
Sep 25, 2016 12:35 pm
OOC:
Reojk plays with cards and waits... Sometimes adventures and secrets don't come quickly, it's not a race but a testament to time.
Sep 26, 2016 7:44 pm
OOC:
Note - my plan is to wait 'til Friday 9/30 before tidying up and moving on with whomever is active. I'm doing some business travel for three days this week, so that will give folks time to chime in and commit. Otherwise we'll start with you two and go from there.
Oct 1, 2016 8:11 pm
You find yourselves in the Central Market of Corso. The Central Market is one of many market areas in the city. This one is nestled near the Nobles District. Not far away, the Tower of Reconciliation looms over Corso and the district here in the high city. It pratically punctures the sky as it reaches 3,000 feet into the air above you. Far above you can see the large metallic wings which adorn its top. Here in the Central Market, you can acquire anything that should happen to come to mind -- other than slaves. Those are to be found only in the Slave District.

People mill about, looking at the stalls. Here, on one hand, a merchant sells fine-looking cloth from rolls that tumble around haphazardly in his shop. There on the other, an old woman sells small hand-pies that steam when opened. In the near distance someone hawks "fine, unusual artifacts from the Ruinscape". About you, the shops are tastefully incorporated into the city's architecture with long flower boxes defining pleasant promenades. The people of Corso who frequent the market are well-dressed and move about discretely. This is no market-bazaar of the working class. This is a refined place, complete with high-end open-air cafes from which wafts streams of pipeweed smoke and the low hubbub of conversation.

Reojk is amused and finds the gaggle of mortals a place rich with opportunity. Dikaios, his mission foremost in his mind, doesn't see anyone obviously enslaved here. If they are, they are enslaved through means other than physical chains -- and he doesn't yet feel he can discern the chains of emotion or obligation or threat with clarity. Still, a man on a mission must eat, and it's been a few hours since he last had a morsel.
Oct 2, 2016 12:04 am
I sense.... a hunger. Little beknownst to most people, Dikaios had an inner monologue. He did always made sure it was inner and not outer, as the outer was less receptive to being a public diary. A hunger for freedom, justice! But I see no slaves, no chains! Where are the oppressed? He looks around trying to sense the direction the hunger he feels. After a few minutes he realizes it is coming from his stomach.

"Come, stomach! Let us free ourselves of this injustice!" He goes looking for a shop for which to purchase the tools that shall lead to his liberation: a meal.
Oct 4, 2016 2:32 am
Dikaios has his opens open before him. There are a couple vendors with stalls -- with the backdrop of flowering plants and a lovely promenade, and there are open air cafes before him. He could choose the quick meal; at likely a better price -- or the more expensive meal where someone might actually wait upon his whim.
Oct 5, 2016 2:04 am
Justice waits for no man! He of course walks up to the first open seat he sees at the food bar, takes a seat, and orders a quick meal...... Something about satiating the need for replenishment is what the order taker would hear.
Oct 5, 2016 1:29 pm
Reojk stares at the merchant who panders to the crowd of wondrous items from the Ruinscape.

But are they really? he wonders to himself looking at the various items.
OOC:
Accessing if they're magical in nature or just baubles, I do have Magical Training.

Rolls

Awesome or Awful? - (1d20)

(11) = 11

Oct 6, 2016 2:52 am
Dikaios' food comes in due course. It's a noodle dish of some sort. Rich in flavors, but not so rich in cost and it sets him back significantly. They slurp well, and at the end of the day they actually taste well, despite his apparent interest in food-as-fuel than as something to be savored.

Nearby, Reojk scans the trinkets out for sale. While many of them may have come from the Ruinscape, the vast majority of them aren't anything to shake a stick at. A few items here, or there, do seem like they may have some bit of divinity in them -- cyphers. But it's dangerous to be selling these -- especially in the shadow of the Tower. Reconciliators have been known to confiscate them and destroy them -- and those who are selling them are judged harshly.

In between noodles, Dikaios notes the other godling -- not knowing that's what he is of course. There's a faint... difference around him he has trouble placing.
Oct 6, 2016 3:33 am
Slurping up the last of his noodles and setting his two eating sticks down (at least he thinks that's what they are. They handed them to him with his meal. A pair of sticks. How odd). He stares a bit at the other man looking at shiny trinkets. "How odd..... There is something peculiar."

He gets up and walks toward the man, bumping into a few people but being very apologetic on the way. Not that many could miss him but he seems to have a hard time missing everyone else. Not as subtle as he perceives, he stands next to this fellow newcomer and looks at the wares as well.
Oct 6, 2016 12:18 pm
Reojk scans various objects for some time. He stares at the vendor until the Merchant actually notices him before looking at several items that would likely get him in trouble then in the direction of the Tower or possibly where the closest Reconciliators would be... Reojk's gaze turns back to the vendor looking only up half way towards them fully knowing at this point his actions are likely being watched a mischievous grin envelops his mouth his eyes predator like in nature.

"I know a secret..." Reojk sings quietly to the vendor before he moves back a bit and bumps into something pretty sturdy. Looking at the newcomer he pokes him a few times and squeezes his forearm. "You're pretty solid... and he has a Secret." he comments before his head snaps back to the vendor smiling again.
Oct 6, 2016 4:54 pm
"A secret, you say?" Dikaios is already at a vigilant attention of the shopkeeper. If not for the context given here, the face Dikaios is making would seem to indicate there is a smell of flatulence in the shop and he suspects the shopkeeper for not coming forward for his crime. "I do not like secrets."

He crosses his arms, staring down his wrinkled nose at the poor vendor, tapping his foot on the ground somewhat menacingly.
Oct 6, 2016 6:56 pm
"Oh I love them... they always have a story, how they came to be... why people keep them... it tells so much about a person and their intentions... the darker the secret the more interesting the story..." Reojk comments slightly rocking his head from side to side rhythmically as he stares at the merchant.
Oct 6, 2016 10:24 pm
The vendor looks on at both of you, a little frightened. There's a big one and a sneaky one. But, money cures all ills in Corso. So he bravely steps forth, "Hello fine sirs! Perhaps one of my trinkets from the Ruinscape itself has caught your eye?" He smiles widely and passes his hands over his wares, as if to remove a fog of uncertainty from around them. "Uncovered by the best treasure hunters to be found in the Afterworld! Here, clearly, is a sceptre with a glorious history! See the dents? Surely decades ago it was used to fight back the nefar hordes!"
Oct 7, 2016 1:23 pm
Reojk inspects this scepter specifically for a few seconds before looking at the man to see if he's lying or unfortunately telling the truth.
OOC:
More of the same on this specific item.

Rolls

Artifact or Overpriced Bootleg Antique - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Oct 7, 2016 7:12 pm
It's certainly plausible the man is telling the truth. But there's no particular magic to the sceptre even if it was once used to bash an orc or a goblin on the head.

The vendor smiles happily at Reojk, "Interested? You have such fine taste!"
Oct 7, 2016 7:26 pm
Reojk' right hand moves up and strokes his scarf absentmindedly, although stiffened it looks like a large lifelike unmoving golden snake wrapped around him as he pets it.

With a sigh he mutters to his snake, "Too bad he's lying... If it was the truth it'd be a lot more dangerous...What's your name Mister?"
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