Azag ooc

@nezzeraj,@Jomsviking here is our ooc channel. I wanted to have a flavor first post in game before we start with making characters.

Ok makes sense. I'll read the rules this weekend and make a simple character sheet on GP.

I really like how this ruleset combines class and classless systems.

I have a text sheet up.

I made a quick character sheet. Not pretty but usable.

When I made my first Grimwild character a short time ago, I tripped on exactly the same thing : you may have two total of backgrounds + heritages.

For sake of fitting the setting, would change "Horse Lords of the Endless Steppe" to "Hunters of the Leviathan Steppe"
As a teenager, you intruded upon a Gruo encampment that was celebrating a successful lion hunt. They invited you to enjoy the festivities. How did these locust-worshippers celebrate, and what did vou learn?

The Leviathan Steppe sounds badass.

They had given me the seat of honor. I could see it had wounded the one who claimed the kill. A strange culture, compared to my own - there were no boasts or jests. No one called attention to themselves, instead they played soft, somber songs on flutes made of bone and drums made of soft wood and animal skin. It was chillingly familiar as I remembered seeing "The Bleeding" as a youth. A prayer of thanks and a lament for the slaying of such a noble beast.

The women gathered and washed the hunter who had killed the beast with frgrant oils. And painted him in red ochre clay, once more a stark familiarity between their customs and my own. Though the ritual was different the implements were the same. They stripped the hunter naked and clothed him in the lion's fur. I couldn't help but wonder if this practice was universal, or if my ancestors had learned it from the Gruo. The whole of the Koryos reacted, my braves each seemed to itch under our wolf skins. There was magic in the air.

Then the ritual changed, deeper, darker. The revered crones came from their sweat lodge and took a place beside the fire. The seven of them afflicted with a wasting sickness, black growths and tumors manifest upon their skin. The Locust cult did not shun this, these women were more revered than their chief. Several of the Gruo, themselves women wearing blue glass beads, fell face down and began to keen. A most disturbing sound to my ear, the cries of women in distress.

Many of my battle brothers could not stomach the sound and departed from the feast. This seemed to please the chieftan who at once stood. He extended his palms to the fire, and the crones began to levitate and encircle the blaze. The keening ceased and the flames burned a deep purple color. The intensity of the blaze became such that even several meters distant it burned my skin. I did as the chieftan, standing, holding my palms outstretched to the fire. This seemed to please him. And the burning sensation abated.

The crones encircled the fire, chanting in their ancient tongue, to what I cannot say. Only that it felt sacred, and the buzzing in my heart told me I was a part of some holy rite, accepted by their Dark God. I felt the Thuumos rise involuntarily in me, and the chant that came with it was in their Alien tongue. I knew no the words but their meaning was revealed to me. "All Hail to the Creator and Destroyer, the maker of water and flame." How the Gruo and the Sintashta had the same prayer was beyond my ken. For as I chanted I fell into a deep trance. Transfixed on the crones and their orbit, overwhelmed by the regal flame.

The thuumos continued its resonance and the sound of our chorus of voices became pleasing to the gods. For we all shared that moment, transcendant the mortal coil, and found ourselves in the silvery shores of The Liminal Bridge. There we surrounded the young hunter, who had taken the form of the lion. Each of us cutting away the youths flesh with silvery barbs. Until the sacrifice was made perfect.

Then with the ringing of the endless sea of stars. The sacrifice was taken int a flash of light. We awoke from the shared trance. The young hunter was crying tears of ecstasy and all eyes were afixed upon him. He came to me, and painted my face with the blood of the lion. He told me of a dream, of a wolf that was a bull, one who had no voice, signified the end of the age of darkness for the Gruo. I knew not how I was to help.

The mood became more jovial, though the air of solemnity carried throughout. We feasted upon the lion, bones and all. No part of the beast was spared. Even the dogs ate their fill.

As the feast ended and many returned to their homes, those that remained huddled together by the flame. The Crones turned their attention to me. One who was marked with the sign of the wind came to me. She stood over me and placed her hands upon my shoulders with surprising strength. Her blind eyes fixed upon mine, and I could see recognition in her face. She kissed me, and breathed into me, the taste of her breath like camphor. I felt the Might surge within me. And she fell, dead at my feet.

I had inherited a great power, and a great responsibility. Gathering her corpse I knew not to wait. Something drove me to carry her to a sacred place. Atop a mound, not so unlike my own people I exposed her bones, in the Gruo custom, she would become one with the four winds. It took me many hours. When I returned, the Gruo had left, only the firepit was trace of their passing.

My brothers in the Koryos had a mix of suspicion and awe. Something within me had changed, and it reflected in a way that the warriors could see. One who had great power, now held something truly terrifying. Such that my brothers, my wolves, were made uneasy in my presence. I carried within me the mark of a Siedhminn, and it was shameful for a man to know the ways of magic. But none dared question the lethal power, as it had made itself known in my very countenance.

@nezzeraj,@Jomsviking are we doing this?

Sorry I'm going to have to back out. I tried reading the rulebook and it was not meshing with me and I am pressed for time until mid-March.

Keep running recruitment. I think this system has merit due to being infinitely scalable. Few RPG mechanics work to Level 99 and this one doesnt seem to break down.

It reminds me of the best parts of Dragon Quest and Final Fantasy

Keep running recruitment. I think this system has merit due to being infinitely scalable. Few RPG mechanics work to Level 99 and this one doesnt seem to break down.

It reminds me of the best parts of Dragon Quest and Final Fantasy

I am entirely new to this game, so pardon my inexperience. I have got the free copy, but I will be entirely honest that I don't know whether I would be able to complete reading the book. So, I would like to get some ideas and help. So, this is a fantasy game like D&D right? Is it taking place in a fairy tale like fey fantasy setting? Also, is the Gruo encapment a prompt that I will use to introduce my character?

I suggest that you get a copy of the Azag setting. It is not a fairy tale like setting but more like swords and sorcery like Conan or Fafhrd & the Grey Mouser.

The game Grimwild is kind of like D&D in terms of having similar character classes but different in that there is very much less dice rolling.

I found it really easy to make a character going in with an idea of how I wanted to interact with the world. Making a Brawn based caster, using the kineticist as a model. It is just like any fantasy system. Only more flexible.