Post by roilsmoke on Aug 22, 2020 1:49:01 GMT -5
upon severed mountain hands the pauper rests his weary head. me and the world. the world and the stars. what is between us? air.
In an era of parahumans, you are a wretched existence.
When you were young as a blooming bud, it was different. You had an insatiable appetite for knowledge, a demeanor befitting a noble, and the backing of one of the Outer Royalties. Moreover, you were blessed with …
**CHOOSE ONLY ONE**
[Enviable strength and the skill to control it deftly]
+ spells are harder to learn but exhibit greater strength when you use them
+ you take very little damage from spells cast on yourself by yourself
+ your base hp is higher
+ start with 3 learned spell models: suffuse, spike, slash
+ start with 3 unlearned spell models: bomb, ray, shot
[An inventive mind and precise hands to see your ideas through]
+ you can take crafting or study actions while at rest and it will not interfere with the rest
+ technology you take an action to study can be crafted after a rumination period
+ consumables have more effect
+ start with 3 learned spell models: bomb, shot, manifest
+ start with 3 unlearned spell models: suffuse, spike, ray
[Parahuman potential unheard of in the Outer Royalties]
+ after sufficient study actions, you will have an epiphany and gain a new spell model to study
+ spells are easier to learn
+ advancing your density is easier
+ start with 3 learned spell models: bomb, ray, trail
+ start with 3 unlearned spell models: suffuse, shot, spike
Because of your splendid lot in life, you had teachers. Because you had teachers, you understood the importance of the 18th birthday - known more informally as First Density.
Looking back on it now, it feels like a parable. Oh woe, poor icarus, believing his wings will carry him so high. Oh Icarus, rejecting advice, rejecting instinct. There he falls from grace, look upon him now and engrave upon your heart the brutal necessity of preparing for First Density.
In essence, First Density is an event of condensing spirit. When all of your life experience solidifies into a neat little package - the element. It is the trunk from which your parahuman powers will grow, and the starting line that defines whether you will sprint a block to the top or crawl a million miles across barren desert. The element is your potential and your personality.
Your element was barf.
A spoiled thing. A putrid symbol of rejection, of giving up that what you internalized. The idea that whatever one puts into you will be chewed up and spit out. Unacknowledged, undigested, but still eaten, and thus, no longer of use. It was a slap in the face.
You had only realized your folly when, in an attempt to bribe the bastard who tested you, you caught a glimpse of his eyes. Pitiless, vast things. Like an ocean with no waves. Something in those eyes hit you all at once, a realization like sewage into fair water. Nothing clicked just then. If anything, you just became more clouded. But now, as you lay on a dirt road leading out of the castle you used to call home, with a sack of belongings and a bloody nose, clarity returns.
It’s the first time in long while that you’ve doubted yourself, let alone self-examined in the slightest. You’re curled up here, cold and shivering, and it hits you.You played the part of a spoiled brat, disposing of things that tried to tell you the easy way was the wrong way. Your first day was spent in tears, sobbing by the road.
Tomorrow was different. If nothing else could be said about humans, it was that they were splendid at adapting. You awoke with a resolution in your eyes. Until you found a way to change your element, you would have a new name. In acknowledgement of your putridity, which you would one day defeat, you named yourself...
BARF MAN.
It was to-the-point.
Now that you, Barf Man, have finished sobbing, what’s on the schedule for today?
**CHOOSE THREE GENERAL ACTIONS**
[Look for a town] (Stackable)
You’re not safe out here.
[Hunt] (Stackable)
First thing’s first, you need to secure food. You should be a match for wild beasts now that you’ve entered First Density… the local ones, at least.
[Take Inventory]
What have you brought with you? Did they leave you anything before they kicked you out, entranced?
Hi folks! It’s a wizard quest about going from worst to best!
Since I know we have a shortage on users, please place your votes in *plan format*. This means that you lay out all your choices in one brick. From there, it’s going to be discussion ahoy! Changing your vote to other plans when they appear better or no consensus can be found is key to both of our enjoyment (and the story’s survival)
Note:Discussion and theorizing makes me happy
Note also: Stackable actions may be set into the plan multiple times for better odds.
In an era of parahumans, you are a wretched existence.
When you were young as a blooming bud, it was different. You had an insatiable appetite for knowledge, a demeanor befitting a noble, and the backing of one of the Outer Royalties. Moreover, you were blessed with …
**CHOOSE ONLY ONE**
[Enviable strength and the skill to control it deftly]
+ spells are harder to learn but exhibit greater strength when you use them
+ you take very little damage from spells cast on yourself by yourself
+ your base hp is higher
+ start with 3 learned spell models: suffuse, spike, slash
+ start with 3 unlearned spell models: bomb, ray, shot
[An inventive mind and precise hands to see your ideas through]
+ you can take crafting or study actions while at rest and it will not interfere with the rest
+ technology you take an action to study can be crafted after a rumination period
+ consumables have more effect
+ start with 3 learned spell models: bomb, shot, manifest
+ start with 3 unlearned spell models: suffuse, spike, ray
[Parahuman potential unheard of in the Outer Royalties]
+ after sufficient study actions, you will have an epiphany and gain a new spell model to study
+ spells are easier to learn
+ advancing your density is easier
+ start with 3 learned spell models: bomb, ray, trail
+ start with 3 unlearned spell models: suffuse, shot, spike
Because of your splendid lot in life, you had teachers. Because you had teachers, you understood the importance of the 18th birthday - known more informally as First Density.
Looking back on it now, it feels like a parable. Oh woe, poor icarus, believing his wings will carry him so high. Oh Icarus, rejecting advice, rejecting instinct. There he falls from grace, look upon him now and engrave upon your heart the brutal necessity of preparing for First Density.
In essence, First Density is an event of condensing spirit. When all of your life experience solidifies into a neat little package - the element. It is the trunk from which your parahuman powers will grow, and the starting line that defines whether you will sprint a block to the top or crawl a million miles across barren desert. The element is your potential and your personality.
Your element was barf.
A spoiled thing. A putrid symbol of rejection, of giving up that what you internalized. The idea that whatever one puts into you will be chewed up and spit out. Unacknowledged, undigested, but still eaten, and thus, no longer of use. It was a slap in the face.
You had only realized your folly when, in an attempt to bribe the bastard who tested you, you caught a glimpse of his eyes. Pitiless, vast things. Like an ocean with no waves. Something in those eyes hit you all at once, a realization like sewage into fair water. Nothing clicked just then. If anything, you just became more clouded. But now, as you lay on a dirt road leading out of the castle you used to call home, with a sack of belongings and a bloody nose, clarity returns.
It’s the first time in long while that you’ve doubted yourself, let alone self-examined in the slightest. You’re curled up here, cold and shivering, and it hits you.You played the part of a spoiled brat, disposing of things that tried to tell you the easy way was the wrong way. Your first day was spent in tears, sobbing by the road.
Tomorrow was different. If nothing else could be said about humans, it was that they were splendid at adapting. You awoke with a resolution in your eyes. Until you found a way to change your element, you would have a new name. In acknowledgement of your putridity, which you would one day defeat, you named yourself...
BARF MAN.
It was to-the-point.
Now that you, Barf Man, have finished sobbing, what’s on the schedule for today?
**CHOOSE THREE GENERAL ACTIONS**
[Look for a town] (Stackable)
You’re not safe out here.
[Hunt] (Stackable)
First thing’s first, you need to secure food. You should be a match for wild beasts now that you’ve entered First Density… the local ones, at least.
[Take Inventory]
What have you brought with you? Did they leave you anything before they kicked you out, entranced?
Hi folks! It’s a wizard quest about going from worst to best!
Since I know we have a shortage on users, please place your votes in *plan format*. This means that you lay out all your choices in one brick. From there, it’s going to be discussion ahoy! Changing your vote to other plans when they appear better or no consensus can be found is key to both of our enjoyment (and the story’s survival)
Note:Discussion and theorizing makes me happy
Note also: Stackable actions may be set into the plan multiple times for better odds.
