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[LegendaryWoodBurner]

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I've been bored lately and have some free time coming up so I figured I might try an experiment at running a forum game. I have a fairly good idea of the plot-line that's been forming in my head, but the only thing I don't know is whether I'll actually enjoy being a GM. Ah well, lets give this a shot. The game will play by fairly standard suggestion game rules (make a suggestion for the character, then the others can support or oppose it) and I may give hints at certain points to drive the story forward. The story will be based mainly off of Greek mythology (though I will be playing it rather loose and fast). Don't feel as though this restricts you to making your character from ancient or classical Greece, feel free to make a character from any time period you wish.

“Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so?
Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you.
And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am?
The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life--
A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you,
Death and the strong force of fate are waiting.
There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon
When a man will take my life in battle too--
flinging a spear perhaps
Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.”
~ Homer, The Iliad

You regain consciousness to the sound of rushing water, the creaking of wood, and the soft breathing of sleeping men. The rough grain of the floor is uncomfortable beneath your soaked, nude body. The area around you smells of dirt and sweat.

You try to sit up but fall back down due to a sharp pain in your chest. You struggle once more to sit up and open your eyes. You see that you're in the hold of a ship. The wood is rotting and looks as if it could fall apart at any moment. Red light streams in from the outside.

Your mind is muddled and unclear. You try to recall your name and a little of who you are.

It is very hot. You are wet. There is a strong aching pain in your chest.

Spoiler: Equipment (click to show/hide)

Head: None
Torso: None
Back: None
Arms: None
Legs: None
Gloves: None
Feet: None
Left Hand: None
Right Hand: None
Other: None

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Empty

[GreatWyrmGold]

Check to see if I'm actually naked or if the GM just didn't think to include that.

Look around.

[LegendaryWoodBurner]

Checking over your body you find that you are indeed naked as you had first suspected.

Looking around the hold in more detail you are struck by the enormity of it. It seems to extend a good hundred yards or so length in either direction and a third that in width. People are strewn about the floor in same state of undress as you are, sometimes on top of one another. To your left you see a large ramp leading above.

It is very hot. You are wet. There is a strong aching pain in your chest. You still can not remember who you are.

Spoiler: Equipment (click to show/hide)

Torso: None
Back: None
Arms: None
Legs: None
Gloves: None
Feet: None
Left Hand: None
Right Hand: None
Other: None

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Empty

[GreatWyrmGold]

Stand up. Look at one of the ones stacked on each other, then snicker.

Kick people who look almost awake as we head towards the ramp.

[Mlamlah]

Casual cruelty is for the weak and shortsighted, and we are ever so very strong.

-1 to the kicking. Gather what dignity we have and move towards the ramp. Step on others as we must, but do not inflict any unnecessary damage.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Casual cruelty is for the weak and shortsighted, and we are ever so very strong.

I was imagining more of a "wake-up kick".

[GiglameshDespair]

Recall our name as Ketari, female blood knight.

Head towards ramp.

[LegendaryWoodBurner]

You get up from the floor and look around at a group of 3 people stacked on top eachother. In a fit of juvenility, you snicker at them. Or you try to snicker that is. The moment you attempt to make a noise you violently vomit, falling to your knees. You cough, splutter, and spasm, expelling what tastes like seawater onto the ground. It takes you several minutes to recover, but your momentary sickness seems to have at least shaken your memories loose.

You remember that your name is Ketairi. The name brings with it foggy memories of your life.

You remember a field of lush wild barley, and a battle fought long ago. The corpses of the dead and dieing are everywhere, they barely catch your notice. You're still busy fighting, always fighting. Rivulets of blood flow beneath your feet as foe after foe is felled by your blade. Your armor is crimson stained by their ichor. The foe begins to retreat from your assault but you still fight on. Your vision grows red with rage. Bereft of enemies you begin to assault the bodies of your foes where they lay on the ground, mutilating their corpses and tearing them to pieces. You can't stop. Have to fight, must fight, must fight, kill, kill, blood, maim, KILL! SLICE! DIE! DIE! DIE!

You shake your head, banishing the grisly recollection. It had taken 6 of your compatriots to restrain you that day. From then on you had been known as the Blood Knight, Ketari the Blood Knight. You wipe the left-over bile from your mouth and struggle to your feet once more.

You make your way to the ramp, keeping an eye out for anyone who looks like they could be awoken. You take the time to get a closer look at the people surrounding you. You notice many of them appear maimed or wounded, many of them fatally. You pass by men with burns on over half their bodies, and women with holes in their chest where their heart should be. None of them have the sickly pallor of death, and they all feel warm to the touch.

As you near the base of the ramp, you come across a muscular man with blond hair turning fitfully in his sleep. You consider waking him.

It is very hot. You are wet. There is a strong aching pain in your chest. You feel nauseous.

Spoiler: Ketari's Equipment (click to show/hide)

Torso: None
Back: None
Arms: None
Legs: None
Gloves: None
Feet: None
Left Hand: None
Right Hand: None
Other: None

Spoiler: Ketari's Inventory (click to show/hide)

Empty

[Mlamlah]

Casual cruelty is for the weak and shortsighted, and we are ever so very strong.

I was imagining more of a "wake-up kick".

Ah, I rescind my objection.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Casual cruelty is for the weak and shortsighted, and we are ever so very strong.

I was imagining more of a "wake-up kick".

Ah, I rescind my objection.

Excellent.

Wake-up kick the guy we came across. And anyone else nearby who isn't dead or horribly wounded or something.

[GiglameshDespair]

Check ourself for wounds. Specifically see if we have a chest wound.

[LegendaryWoodBurner]

Struck by sudden terror, you frantically check your body for wounds, specifically your chest. Luckily you don't appear to have any noticible injuries beyond some scrapes and cuts from the floor. That pain in your chest must be something else.

You decide to wake up the man on the floor, and give him a gentle kick. The man wakes suddenly, his eyes wild and battle-crazed. He grabs your ankle and pulls you to the floor; You land on your stomach at the base of the ramp. Scrambling to your feet, you turn to face your assailant. The man is on his feet and charging you, his shoulder lowered. What do you do?

It is very hot. You are wet. There is a strong aching pain in your chest.

Spoiler: Ketari's Equipment (click to show/hide)

Torso: None
Back: None
Arms: None
Legs: None
Gloves: None
Feet: None
Left Hand: None
Right Hand: None
Other: None

Spoiler: Ketari's Inventory (click to show/hide)

Empty

[LeoLeonardoIII]

Put up our hands, open, and say "Be still, my friend."
But if he comes within hand distance step aside and use hands to push him past.

[GiglameshDespair]

Roll to the side and trip him, while roaring "Calm yourself, fool!"

[LegendaryWoodBurner]

You dodge to the side and attempt to shout at the man, but the same wave of nausea overcomes you just as before and you collapse to your knees vomiting seawater. The man is travelling too fast to halt himself and he trips over your legs. He goes careening off into a small pile of people, knocking them to the ground; you hear several screams from the rudely awakened pile. By the time you recover from your sickness there are screams and shouts all about the hold. More and more people wake up from the noise and, noticing the horrifying injuries on their persons, begin to panic, scream, or cry. Occasionally they do all three at once.

You get back up and begin scanning the hold for the blond man who assaulted you, in case he should try again. You spot him after a short while desperately clawing at his throat and attempting to speak. A futile effort as his throat appears to have been cut and any attempt at speaking comes out of his neck as a short burst of air.

The people you noticed before with fatal wounds are up and walking as well despite all injury to their body. You even spot several people vomiting seawater just as you did.

What do you do?

It is very hot. You are wet. There is a strong aching pain in your chest. You feel nauseous. The hold is in a state of pandemonium.

Spoiler: Ketari's Equipment (click to show/hide)

Torso: None
Back: None
Arms: None
Legs: None
Gloves: None
Feet: None
Left Hand: None
Right Hand: None
Other: None

Spoiler: Ketari's Inventory (click to show/hide)

Empty