Year 100
Month 1 Day 1
21 Hours Galactic Time
Name: Liam Macteeger
Appearance: A short Irishman with red hair and a green suit, complete with green hat
Size: 4 feet 6 inches
HP: 20 + 2
Movement: 20 + 1 = 21
Endurance: 25
Strength: 25
Speed: 15
Agility: 15
Dexterity: 20
Stealth: 25
Persuasion: 20
Manipulation: 10
Equipment: +2 green suit, +1 green hat
In a poorly lit tavern, deep in the slums, you take a seat on one of the five wooden stools arrayed near the bar counter. The area around you is mostly silent except for murmured whispers from the few small groups drinking and chatting in scattered sections of the room. For a brief moment your mind wonders and you try to recollect how you got to this place. Unfortunately your pondering is cut short by the bartender’s,
“Well?”He’s balding, wrinkled and smells like vomit too, but the real problem isn’t so much his features as it is the way he’s looking at you.
“Look at the way that ass is staring at you!”You turn towards the voice to see a small man dressed similarly to you standing on the bar counter nearby. He’s pretty small, only about a foot tall but other than that, his appearance is largely identical to your own.
“Are you just gonna sit there and let that guy look at you like some sorta freak?!? MAKE HIM SHOW SOME RESPECT!”Name: Korgoth
Appearance: Tall with black hair, he almost always wears a black cloak
Size: 6 feet 2 inches
HP: 20 + 2 = 22
Movement: 20 + 2 = 22
Endurance: 20
Strength: 20
Speed: 20
Agility: 20
Dexterity: 20
Stealth: 20
Persuasion: 20
Manipulation: 10
Equipment: +2 black cloak, +1 underclothing
You briskly walk through a wet dark alley with rain pouring down in deafening sheets from above. Wearing a black cloak really isn’t that big of a deal on a planet that has near constant rainfall. Actually quite a lot of people on this planet wear cloaks or similarly rain resistant garments, so if anything you fit in quite well. Unfortunately fitting in doesn’t really equate to looking intimidating and as you enter into the darkest part of the alley way, a man with a hooded jacket and a mask hops out from behind some trash cans, nearly skidding and falling onto the wet pavement. He holds out a knife towards your chest and screams out shrilly,
“Give me all your stuff!”It’s hard to tell with the clothing he has on, but your guess is that this is just another random starving man. One out of a million, this guy just happened to have the poor chance of trying to steal from a man recently learned in the arts of Manipulation.
Name: Trisha
Appearance: Small, frail-looking girl with a perpetual cough. 5'2" 100 pounds, brown hair and eyes. Delicate.
Size: 5 feet 2 inches
HP: 20 + 1 - 5(anemic) = 16
Movement: 20 + 1 = 21
Endurance: 12
Strength: 15
Speed: 15
Agility: 20
Dexterity: 20
Stealth: 25
Persuasion: 30
Manipulation: 13
Equipment: +2 grey shirt, +1 black pants
The old shriveled man stares at you harshly for what seems like an eternity. Finally, just when it seemed the silence would never end, he speaks up.
“I’ve taught you all I can girl. My end of the bargain is fulfilled so get out.”This man is your teacher. Correction, he was your teacher. Now you’ve learned all you can from him and your apprenticeship is done. The College of Manipulation never accepted you because of your condition but by giving this backwater hermit everything you owned, things paid off and look at you now. You’re a fledgling manipulation practitioner and off the books as well. Good thing too. Those government type don’t just let new practitioners go off and follow their dreams. That knowledge comes with a price. Lifelong service in return for power, a fate which in some ways you were fortunate to escape.
“Well girl, what the hell are you waiting for?!? Get out of my house!”With that he pushes you out the door rather forcefully into the downpour outside. Really you should hate this man. He taught you Manipulation but he also treated you like dirt the entire time. To him you were weak because of your condition. If he wasn’t desperate for the money, there’s a good chance he would never have taken you in. Now as you stand out in the harsh chilling rain, your entire life is ahead of you. A long road stretches through miles of murky swamp land until it reaches the nearby city perimeter. Unfortunately all your worldly possessions now belong to that old man inside and you are alone without friends or family. Still… you learned more than Manipulation during your stay here. You learned about your teacher. You know his habits and his schedules. You know that in an hour from now, he’ll be settling down to go to sleep. Your teacher is a deep sleeper.
Name: Silidar Orochu
Appearance: Tall, with Lackluster Blond hair, brown eyes, and extremely pale skin. Little (but still existent) muscle definition, and slim.
Size: 6 feet 3 inches
HP: 20 +2 =22
Movement: 20 + 2 = 22
Endurance: 20
Strength: 20
Speed: 20
Agility: 20
Dexterity: 20
Stealth: 20
Persuasion: 15
Manipulation: 13
Equipment: +2 brown fur long coat, +1 fur underclothing
Your family thought you were crazy when you told them what you were planning. None of them really thought you’d go through with moving to another planet. They all just sort of laughed it off like some sort of funny joke. Well they didn’t find it so amusing when you actually left did they? Some nasty words were said that day and in all honesty, it’s quite likely they’ll never want to see you again. The good news is that you’ve found a new family here. At least something as close to a family as suites your purpose. Two other manipulation practitioners, elven brothers as it so happens. You’ve started something of a cabal as it were. Unlicensed practitioners are generally frowned upon but your group has a decent base hidden in the harshest parts of the frozen tundra. The brothers are back at the base right now but you’ve been sent out into the elements to retrieve some “supplies.” Really anything living would do nicely and you would have been content to find a snow rabbit or two. Instead you found something altogether different. A person dressed in heavy furs is slowly crawling through the snow up ahead, looking half dead and completely lost. It’s quite likely the person will die out here soon if left unaided but if assistance is rendered, survival wouldn’t be too much of a long shot.
I wanted to work on this more but then I decided to just get it out there so the game can start rolling. Advice or recommendations for what could be done better with the game are welcome of course!