Intro
The pebbles clattered down the path around you as you hurried down to the river, the old woods road had been in desperate need of repair since before your father was born and since only a small child like you could safely take it's crumbling way through the forest anymore it had become a sort of secret of yours. Running with excitement as the river-pool came into site you only just skidded to a stop before it's muddy banks. Today was dad's birthday and he had said before that the crawdads you catch here are his favorite meal so you had snuck off in the early morning to try and surprise him before he came back from the fields for lunch.
On this early morning, mist still hanging in the air you climbed into the frigid water, wooden pail in hand and grabbed quickly with small hands at the shelled creatures fleeing before you. Gleeful at such a haul you failed to notice the dark shapes moving through the old forest past you back towards the town, their bobbing torches held overhead turning the forest in an almost beautiful copy of the night sky. Your own splashing feet masking the sound of iron boots falling on the moss of forest floor and the cracking of branches that sounded like millions of splitting bones from far away. Just the night before mother had told you tales of Hero's grand and bold, that purged the lands in which your people lived of all things foul and wicked. "That's why," she said "We live without fear beneath the sun among the fields and flowers, those Hero's souls still live in our woods to protect us to this day from the vile beings from the outer lands."
"Mom," you had asked "can I be a hero one day?"
She shook her head and laughed, "My child there's nothing left to fight, we have no need for guards and heroes anymore. But tell you what, if you're a really good little mite than one day, when you aren't so little, we'll give you your Great Grandpa's weapon. That way, if you ever need put down the plow and hoe in defense of our lands you will have the weapon of the greatest hero of all." At this you fell asleep with a smile on your face, dreaming dreams of slaying dragons and rescuing peoples from all things wicked. Now as your subconscious heard the sound of an army on the march instead of alerting your young self it instead conjured up grand day dreams.
Hours later, as you climbed back up the old road homewards with a bucket overflowing in crawling crawdads almost ready for your dad's special dinner you smelt the ash on the wind. Assuming you were late for dinner you hurried on your young legs through the woods and emerged among the tall grasses and flowers on the outer edges of your village.
At least, it used to be the outer edges of your village;Smoke billowed through the sky from homes, barns and fields alike. There was no sound of the dying, none had been left alive to cry out, only the crackling of the wood and straw that was once home to you. As smoke washed over you, if an outside observer had been watching they would off seen a withered old man with sunken face and hands standing with his hand on your shoulder for a brief moment, his long beard hanging down and head bowed in sadness. You freeze by indecision... and then what do you do young one?
Rules:
Anyone can suggest actions, though multiple people suggesting the same action will be not the only factor in deciding what happens. If an action is vastly out of character:IE 'I slit my own throat.' it will be ignored regardless of how many people suggest it. Otherwise somewhat out of character actions will still be taken if popular as it is a 'suggestion game'.
Otherwise, not really any rules. Just don't suggest a huge list of actions at the same time as it does take time to write things up for me hahaha.
Magic exists but is out of practice, same for clerical abilities and divine powers. Even the art of sword fighting and archery is largely lost excepting occasional recreational competitions, this world has not known strife for many, many years.
The Races
Human:Short lived ambitious creatures these, they strive to get as much done in their few years as possible. Courageous to a fault as well, many of the Heroes of old came from this race as death seems to be almost welcome should it be achieved heroically.
Dwarf:A people without a true home, they dislike the sun and spend much of their long lives underground toiling away. It is said in one of the tales from the Age of the Dark that the dwarves once had a massive underground nation that was buried in a series of earthquakes that shattered apart the world itself in huge tears. This in turn unleashed many horrors there-to unknown and as such many believe that the dwarves unleashed the darkness on purpose. The dwarves are stocky, irritable and strong. Dwarf heroes are unknown to the other races but the dwarves have long legacies of great warriors that are kept to their own peoples and tribes. Since the great earthquakes the dwarfs have been forced to get by in human towns, unable to mine deep enough to see if their nation survived as the ground can no longer support their tunnels and collapses back in, content to keep her secrets.
Half-Elves:True elves fled from the world with the ending of the age of darkness, it is said that once the human nations finished purging the dark and vile they turned on the realms of the fey. Looking for all the world like skinny humans, they live but twice a humans lifespan, true immortality lost with their ancestor's race. Still persecuted in some parts, they make their way living in human settlements as naturalistic healers and hunters. Rare half elf heroes make appearances in human tales but quite frequently they are seen as a far too passive people, content to live their long lives in quite and solitude.
Character Creation:As per suggestion games there will only be one main character that everyone controls here you the people get to decide who that one is!
Name:
Age:(between the ages of 6 and 12 for the purpose of starting this game. You'll likely grow up as it progresses so don't think starting really young is a major limitation.)
Gender:
Race:Choose one of three above unless a different race is requested by overwhelming vote. (keep it fantasy though, no zombies or cyborgs please as well certain 'evil' races are not accepted)
The Weapon your Great Grandfather wielded against the darkness:(make something up from the categories of melee weapons, ranged weapons, magical weapons, or a divine blessing. For magic and divine blessings it would be but one of the powers he once wielded eg: Healing, fireballs, lightening, Spears of stone.)
Ambitions:(basically what your character dreams of becoming one day, it can be something mundane or extraordinary.)
Fears:(what your nightmares are, same thing as above for that.)
*For each great ambition you must have one fear, no one is perfect.
Inventory: Damp, dirty children's clothes.
Bucket full of Crawdads
*post what you would like as your character and an initial action.
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Topic: (SG)The Soul of Heroes Act 0-3 Heartbeat of the Earth (Read 1239 times)