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[Angle]

You Would be a Mage

...If you had any magic. Unfortunately, the cruel, careless universe seems to have forgotten that detail. No matter! You have taken it upon yourself to rectify the situation, by [Undertaking the Ritual of the Leaves/Pledging Brotherhood with the Flame/Dreaming of the Truth that bubbles beyond the Darkness/Doing Something Else. You are [Name, age, gender, social class, background, etc.] You live [In a small hut in the woods, far from the company of men/In a small village by the edge of the desert/In your quarters at the academy/Some Other Place. The people around you Chuckled with amusement at your silly notions/Feared you for your madness/Were entirely ignorant, because you never told them/Had Some Other Reaction.

Spoiler: Hello There! (click to show/hide)

 This is a suggestion game I've been meaning to run for a while. Rules are simple: You make suggestions, I update by picking one or more by number of votes, most detail, most original, most interesting, best roleplaying, or whatever I feel like.  If I really like your suggestion I may allow you to dictate some detail of the world, be that a future event, a place, whatever. I make no promises about update frequency, I may update this every five hours, or I may never post in it again. Don't be afraid to suggest things that aren't listed, or to post log, detailed suggestion. If, for example, you want to explain what exactly is involved in the ritual of the leaves, that's fine, and I'll probably put some preference on your suggestion. Do try and avoid detailing consequeces, though - Those are for me to decide! *Smiles Evilly*

[Weirdsound]

1: Hunting Down a Magical Beast and Partaking of Its Blood
2: In a small village by the edge of the desert
3: They others support your ambitions; your people are oppressed and desperate, and will cling to any scheme that may bring hope, no matter how mad it is.

[wolfchild]

P;edge to the Sisterhood of the Glacier, You are Hannah, a 17 years old, female, outcast, who has until this point lived life hand to mouth, You live far from the company of people people around you do not exist

[NRDL]

1: Hunting Down a Magical Beast and Partaking of Its Blood
2: In a small village by the edge of the desert
3: They others support your ambitions; your people are oppressed and desperate, and will cling to any scheme that may bring hope, no matter how mad it is.

[Cheesecake]

Ripping out your beating heart.

You are Barabbas the Loathed. 40 Years. Male. Count of The Butchered Hills, warlord and conqueror.

Your subjects followed you fiercely, helping you pillage the vast libraries of the Southern Vaults and assisting you in your black rituals.

[Angle]

You Would be a Mage, If you had any magic. Unfortunately, the cruel, careless universe seems to have forgotten that detail. No matter! You have taken it upon yourself to rectify the situation, by hunting down a sandwyrm and drinking the blood straight from it's still beating heart. You are Hannah, a young woman of the Althen tribe. You live In a small village by the edge of the desert. The land is hard, and the living is rough, but you survive. Unfortunately, even so poor as you are, there are those who would make your lives even rougher. The neighboring Sough tribe have been waging war against you for two generations, seeking to enslave you in the name of their god. They have been killing and abducting the youth of your tribe, and you have grown few in number. The people around you support your ambitions; your people are oppressed and desperate, and will cling to any scheme that may bring hope, no matter how mad it is.

The sun has only just set below the horizon, and the heat of the day is beginning to fade. According to legend, if a young maiden drinks the blood of a sandwyrm straight from it's still beating heart, she will be empowered. The legends are a little fuzzy on that detail, telling of warriors who commanded fire, paid no heed to the heat of the sun or the chill of the night, and could vanish into the sand at a moments notice. You have with you three youths of the village, armed with spears. They are as of yet untried, but they are the strongest and the fastest your village had to spare. All the rest were kept busy on watch. You have been tracking wyrmsign for hours, now, and have finally caught up to it. Ahead, you see the the telltale mounds and pits of a feeding worm. What do you do?

[NRDL]

Ambush the sandwyrm.  With all available troops.

[wolfchild]

Ambush the sandwyrm.  With all available troops.

Study it a little first

[Harbingerjm]

Recall what we know of sandwyrms.

[flame99]

Recall what we know of sandwyrms.

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[Angle]

Sandwyrms are fearsome creatures. They live beneath the desert sands, and can grow to about 100 yards in length, and about 7 yards around. Their shells are harder than diamond, and less brittle, too. They eat some kind of plant that grows deep beneath the desert sands. Judging by the wyrmsign, this one is fully grown. You consider ambushing it - a difficult task, because they rarely come to the surface. If you run straight over it, you might be able to get it's attention, and if you run fast enough, you might even be able to avoid getting eaten. What do you do?

[Ross Vernal]

Contemplate the Water of Life, and consider various ways of poisoning the wyrm.

[Ora_the_Owlish]

Consider tactics usually used by your tribe in combating sandwyrms, given that they have lived near them for generations.

[wolfchild]

Consider tactics usually used by your tribe in combating sandwyrms, given that they have lived near them for generations.

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[NRDL]

Consider tactics usually used by your tribe in combating sandwyrms, given that they have lived near them for generations.

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