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[Flying Dice]

I've been bouncing this around my headspace for a few months, so here we go. It's a CYOA-style game with a single PC guided by the votes of the players, if for whatever reason you aren't familiar with the idea. We're going to be operating largely free of stats and numbers, thank goodness, save for an occasional percentile die to decide the outcome of difficult actions, as it's intended in part as a writing exercise for me. There's no central plot that I'm going to railroad towards, the intention is to let you decide where to go and what to do, and then weave those actions into the locations you visit to create stories. Narrative-driven, not numbers-driven.

Wanna build an army and conquer the world? Construct a keep and hide inside for the rest of eternity playing tower defense? Spend a decade wooing some random NPC you took a liking to? Expand your horizons with magic and some really trippy drugs in an endless sequence of experimenting while you experiment? Be the dashing asshole pirate everyone loves to hate? Found a religion? Hijack a religion? Found a cult? Become the focal point of worship for a religion? Build a magical Gundam and stomp evil and/or good and/or neutrals with your size-fuckoff shoes? Be boring and raid dungeons for loot, sell the junk, restock on supplies, wish that you were playing Diablo instead? Sure!

So without further blathering from me, let's get started.

1. What do you look like? Ugly, fetishistic, or bland? Good ol' "lazy-way-out" human, stereotypical fantasy race, or some moronic abomination that will make GM want to kill himself?

2. What are some of your broad personality traits and motivations? Are you a selfish basta- wait, who am I kidding, of course you are! Or maybe you're a rare exception with no regard for self-preservation? Of course you couldn't possibly be an actual well-rounded person with various desires, good points, and hangups, right? (Seriously though, this is your chance to define the character in a context other than your actions.)

3. What sort of life have you led? You're...
[] An urban thief, borne and bred. Like Starling Cloak, except robbing from the rich, poor, and everyone in between to give to yourself. Also, you don't live in a forest wearing tights like some bloody stupid wankers. Oi, didn't I just say not to compare us? I swear on me mum I'll stab ya mate!
[] An arcanotech tinkerer, harnessing magic to enhance your SCIENCE and creating devices to further refine your MAGIC. Who needs empiricism when you have lightning rods and uncontrollable fire!?
[] A bound champion, life pledged to a person, place, or abstract concept, a right proper unthinking dog... but any dog can slip their leash. Bow wow.
[] A vile ravager, preying upon the weak simply because you can, not filing your taxes, and intentionally forgetting to tip. When you inevitably become boring and predictable in the first week, you'll find yourself with plentiful opportunities to become less boring, even though you'll undoubtedly ignore them in favor of more grimderp nonsense from your edgethrone in Edge Castle on Edge Avenue as part of your role as the edgiest edgelord to ever edge in the game of edgethrones.
[] A fledgling necromancer, awaiting your opportunity to unleash undead hordes upon an unsuspecting world in a completely original zombie apocalypse. No, seriously guys, I'm totally a dangerous rogue trying to destroy civilization in a fell masterstroke. Hey, stop hitting me! Let go of my hat!
[] A wizard's apprentice fresh off being thrown out in disgust by your master when you one-upped them. You're all set to build babby's first tower in a suitable isolated location, provided you can coerce the local dullards into quarrying stone, shaping blocks, and constructing it for you. Ah, you knew you should have paid more attention to those texts on golem fabrication and earth manipulation. Heh, who're you kidding, you were too busy getting plastered.
[] A city guard. Why, it's been a quiet week and your partner is only a few hours away from retirement, what could possibly go wrong?
[] A member of a holy order with a dark secret, slowly working your way up the ranks while concealing... ah, bloody hell, you're all hiding something. Brahal's cheating on his wife, Megana murdered her brother over a tavern bill, Lenard... yeah, that poor goat.
[] An ordinary peasant dirt farmer. Expect week after exciting week of thrilling tales as you... dig up stones! Plant sustenance crops in your tiny allotment! Struggle to pay taxes! Beg passing adventurers for help and are ignored! Die of the plague! Die of malnutrition! Die of venereal disease! Die of sword! Die of spear! Die of damned near everything! Are oppressed by people what haven't got shit all over them! Have fun!
[] Something else entirely. Seriously, come up with an idea and chances are I'll run with it, unless it's against forum ToS. This is your delicious write-in option which, as always, affords you with the opportunity to come up with an idea vastly superior to the rubbish I offer.


I can't promise daily updates or whatever, but I've got about a month of free time where I'm starved for things to do, and an easy final semester of undergrad work that I'll be looking to procrastinate on, which should mean semi-regular updates So yeah.

What's that? You want a map? Do I look like I'm made of maps!? Actually, I totally am. You get a map! You get a map! EVERYBODY gets a map!

Might want to open it in a separate tab though because damn that's big.

The title for this is definitely not 'Snark Quest'.

[~Neri]

We are a Kitsune Wanderer named Kiren. A Onetail sure, but that will change with time. We have eternity. As do all Kitsune. Our current goal is find a suitable place to live and develop our Arcanic abilities. We are generally upbeat, somewhat snarky, a tad sassy, and we have a fairly sarcastic and dry sense of humor, we enjoy pulling harmless pranks on travelers and villages with our illusion magic, although we get viscious when we feel slighted. We have neither mercy nor pity for liars, and those who go back on their word will soon find themselves without a word. Our word is our life, our promises are our own. To our friends, we are loyal and unwavering. To those who have earned our ire, we are Wrath Incarnate. We love children and would never harm one. Although we are quite willing to eat the livers of parents who abuse their children.

[High tyrol]

We are a Kitsune Wanderer named Kiren. A Onetail sure, but that will change with time. We have eternity. As do all Kitsune. Our current goal is find a suitable place to live and develop our Arcanic abilities. We are generally upbeat, somewhat snarky, a tad sassy, and we have a fairly sarcastic and dry sense of humor, we enjoy pulling harmless pranks on travelers and villages with our illusion magic, although we get viscious when we feel slighted. We have neither mercy nor pity for liars, and those who go back on their word will soon find themselves without a word. Our word is our life, our promises are our own. To our friends, we are loyal and unwavering. To those who have earned our ire, we are Wrath Incarnate. We love children and would never harm one. Although we are quite willing to eat the livers of parents who abuse their children.

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[Furtuka]

We're Aureth Glimdel, an elf whose skills lie in necromancy and magitech. We are somewhat short with braided black hair and streaked red tattoos throughout our body (we tend to cover them up with our cloak. We made a spell a long time ago to make them grow and extend to our face when we want to look menacing though) and our left arm was replaced by a mechanical replacement in one of your early experiments. With our fusions of man and machine we plan to create an army of twisted servants and hungry contraptions and become the masters of the world which spurned us. That is, as soon as we can find a nice hideout to begin building from, hence why we're traveling around so much right now. And funds. Funds are important too. And the resources to make our army. To be honest we're pretty broke. And lonely. No wait we're an up and coming overlord we don't need that right? Right?

[Sarrak]

We are a Kitsune Wanderer named Kiren. A Onetail sure, but that will change with time. We have eternity. As do all Kitsune. Our current goal is find a suitable place to live and develop our Arcanic abilities. We are generally upbeat, somewhat snarky, a tad sassy, and we have a fairly sarcastic and dry sense of humor, we enjoy pulling harmless pranks on travelers and villages with our illusion magic, although we get viscious when we feel slighted. We have neither mercy nor pity for liars, and those who go back on their word will soon find themselves without a word. Our word is our life, our promises are our own. To our friends, we are loyal and unwavering. To those who have earned our ire, we are Wrath Incarnate. We love children and would never harm one. Although we are quite willing to eat the livers of parents who abuse their children.

This line bought me. +1 more

[Parsely]

I propose dorf version of Furt's.

Luc Odulon is a dwarf, somewhat short with long black hair and a lengthy beard knotted with braids and metal jewelry. He has thin tattoos etched in red dye across his flesh, part of an enchantment that allows him to control his right arm, a biomechanical construction superior to the one he was born with that gives him the strength necessary to easily work the superhard metals he uses.

The mountainhome spurned him for his work and threatened to exile him if he did not quit. He promised to destroy everything he built and made as if he was going to acquiesce, and one day when the tension had begun to boil off and the military was out on an expedition in the caverns, he left his workshop unlocked, unleashing the creations. The soldiers came back days later to find their children, pets, friends, wives, all transformed into walking horrors. They fell easily and the survivors finally retreated back into the caverns to meet their end at the hands of spiders, trolls and olms. Luc watched as his servants dragged the mutilated corpses of the soldiers back to his workshop to be 'improved'..

Arcanotech tinker necromancer blacksmith, we use magickal know-how and the strength of our arms to amalgamate machinery and flesh into obedient servants and bio-contraptions.

[~Neri]

We are a Kitsune Wanderer named Kiren. A Onetail sure, but that will change with time. We have eternity. As do all Kitsune. Our current goal is find a suitable place to live and develop our Arcanic abilities. We are generally upbeat, somewhat snarky, a tad sassy, and we have a fairly sarcastic and dry sense of humor, we enjoy pulling harmless pranks on travelers and villages with our illusion magic, although we get viscious when we feel slighted. We have neither mercy nor pity for liars, and those who go back on their word will soon find themselves without a word. Our word is our life, our promises are our own. To our friends, we are loyal and unwavering. To those who have earned our ire, we are Wrath Incarnate. We love children and would never harm one. Although we are quite willing to eat the livers of parents who abuse their children.

This line bought me. +1 more

Some Kitsune lore involves liver eating~ According to more grusome versions of the lore, you can generally tell if a Kitsune did it based on if the corpse is missing its liver or not~

[Furtuka]

Isn't that the Korean ones the Kumiho not the Kitsune?

[~Neri]

Actually, the Korean kind feed purely on livers. Kitsune just like the taste.

[Furtuka]

Citation? Google search doesn't turn up anything bout livers on their end.

[Hawk132]

I propose dorf version of Furt's.

Luc Odulon is a dwarf, somewhat short with long black hair and a lengthy beard knotted with braids and metal jewelry. He has thin tattoos etched in red dye across his flesh, part of an enchantment that allows him to control his right arm, a biomechanical construction superior to the one he was born with that gives him the strength necessary to easily work the superhard metals he uses.

The mountainhome spurned him for his work and threatened to exile him if he did not quit. He promised to destroy everything he built and made as if he was going to acquiesce, and one day when the tension had begun to boil off and the military was out on an expedition in the caverns, he left his workshop unlocked, unleashing the creations. The soldiers came back days later to find their children, pets, friends, wives, all transformed into walking horrors. They fell easily and the survivors finally retreated back into the caverns to meet their end at the hands of spiders, trolls and olms. Luc watched as his servants dragged the mutilated corpses of the soldiers back to his workshop to be 'improved'..

Arcanotech tinker necromancer blacksmith, we use magickal know-how and the strength of our arms to amalgamate machinery and flesh into obedient servants and bio-contraptions.

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[~Neri]

Book I have laying around somewhere. Not quite sure where I put it, put I'll pm the name when I find it. Mound of books is only a few hundred books tall.

[Furtuka]

I propose dorf version of Furt's.

Luc Odulon is a dwarf, somewhat short with long black hair and a lengthy beard knotted with braids and metal jewelry. He has thin tattoos etched in red dye across his flesh, part of an enchantment that allows him to control his right arm, a biomechanical construction superior to the one he was born with that gives him the strength necessary to easily work the superhard metals he uses.

The mountainhome spurned him for his work and threatened to exile him if he did not quit. He promised to destroy everything he built and made as if he was going to acquiesce, and one day when the tension had begun to boil off and the military was out on an expedition in the caverns, he left his workshop unlocked, unleashing the creations. The soldiers came back days later to find their children, pets, friends, wives, all transformed into walking horrors. They fell easily and the survivors finally retreated back into the caverns to meet their end at the hands of spiders, trolls and olms. Luc watched as his servants dragged the mutilated corpses of the soldiers back to his workshop to be 'improved'..

Arcanotech tinker necromancer blacksmith, we use magickal know-how and the strength of our arms to amalgamate machinery and flesh into obedient servants and bio-contraptions.

+1.

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[poketwo]

We are a Kitsune Wanderer named Kiren. A Onetail sure, but that will change with time. We have eternity. As do all Kitsune. Our current goal is find a suitable place to live and develop our Arcanic abilities. We are generally upbeat, somewhat snarky, a tad sassy, and we have a fairly sarcastic and dry sense of humor, we enjoy pulling harmless pranks on travelers and villages with our illusion magic, although we get viscious when we feel slighted. We have neither mercy nor pity for liars, and those who go back on their word will soon find themselves without a word. Our word is our life, our promises are our own. To our friends, we are loyal and unwavering. To those who have earned our ire, we are Wrath Incarnate. We love children and would never harm one. Although we are quite willing to eat the livers of parents who abuse their children.

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[GiglameshDespair]

I propose dorf version of Furt's.

Luc Odulon is a dwarf, somewhat short with long black hair and a lengthy beard knotted with braids and metal jewelry. He has thin tattoos etched in red dye across his flesh, part of an enchantment that allows him to control his right arm, a biomechanical construction superior to the one he was born with that gives him the strength necessary to easily work the superhard metals he uses.

The mountainhome spurned him for his work and threatened to exile him if he did not quit. He promised to destroy everything he built and made as if he was going to acquiesce, and one day when the tension had begun to boil off and the military was out on an expedition in the caverns, he left his workshop unlocked, unleashing the creations. The soldiers came back days later to find their children, pets, friends, wives, all transformed into walking horrors. They fell easily and the survivors finally retreated back into the caverns to meet their end at the hands of spiders, trolls and olms. Luc watched as his servants dragged the mutilated corpses of the soldiers back to his workshop to be 'improved'..

Arcanotech tinker necromancer blacksmith, we use magickal know-how and the strength of our arms to amalgamate machinery and flesh into obedient servants and bio-contraptions.

+1.

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No furry, thanks.