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[Digital Hellhound]

Around The World In X Days!
A Worldbuilding Voyage

I've been playing the wonderful 80 Days recently and it gave me the idea for a game. We collaboratively write a story/build a world by describing the journey of an adventurer/explorer across the world.

Each player tells about a city/place and sends our character onwards to the next, where the next player picks up. They come up with whatever adventures, people, wonders they can imagine, write it up, and on goes the next. The goal is just to write and worldbuild through these places, forming an explorer-slash-adventurer's dream world in the process. Adventure! Mystery! Wonder! Are things we'll hopefully include.

Spoiler: Basic Rules (click to show/hide)

Some basic rules:
-You're free to go wild with your place, but there are a few things to keep in mind. Don't contradict anything previously established or go for radical shifts in tone. Use common sense - don't put a jungle a day's travel from temperate farmland. Try to stay true to people's creations.
-The setting is defined as we go, but in vague terms, to start with it's grounded in the past; a vaguely 18th-19th century period, allowing for many ways of travel and wonders of science and technology. You're free to add fantastical elements, of course. This can be a clear fantasy world if people so wish.
-The minimum expected from a post is a description of your city or place and possibly some explanation of how we will travel to the next one. Those who wish are encouraged to write longer pieces as well, detailing adventures, writing out key scenes, thoroughly bringing their location to life. There's no word limit if the mood takes you.
-The format of your post can be diary-like, general description, whole written scenes, whatever you like.
-You can claim posts, giving you and you alone a 24-hour window to craft whatever spectacular place and tale you see fit.

Feel free to mention if you think something's missing.

I'm happy to answer any questions you might have, but in the meantime, let's get started! As said, you don't need to have a similar format or length for your posts.

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Day 0. Setting Out.

Today, my faithful readers, is the day! I have said my farewells to friends and family, given my beloved city one last walk, and set out to see the world! My dream is finally coming to pass. Years of poring over old maps and reading the accounts of others... how I've waited for today. At last, I may see all their wondrous cities and lands for myself.

I have prepared sturdy travelling clothes, some products for the general maintenance of my person (one cannot neglect one's appearance simply because they are on the road!), a number of other essentials, and a modest sum of money I hope will last me at least a month or two. I have no doubt I can earn what I may need on my travels.

Siran is fast falling behind. I cannot deny a I felt a certain forlorn longing as I reached the far end of the Lion Bridge. I will miss Siran; her long, winding streets, the quiet and irresistible scents of her coffee-houses, the sea of blue lights of the city at night - and much more, of course, I will miss her people.

But I have made my decision. Siran is a city of many wonders, but there are untold more in the world outside her walls. I will not rest until I have seen it all!

I write these words from a clanking carriage on the Great West Road. Pleasant green countryside rolls by, dotted by tangled villages, their houses built close together and crowned with wild flowers. By nightfall, I will be at the first stop of my journey - the city of...

[Detoxicated]

Day 1:
After reaching the coastline rather quickly, I have come upon the coastline of our glorious nation. The Bay of the hound was especially astounding, as its green forests where shimmering with such a beauty that they struck a respectful awe in me. 

The ocean was harsh and unforgiving, as it has blown me southways of my original route. A floating thunderstorm has blown me towards Atalan. The island state of Atalan has an ancient old tradition of merchantship and sea voyage so they have received me with open arms. The Blue sandstone castle is up on the mountain Lamulu, and observing what lays underneath its feet. The different spices, though known to me, astound me as the marketplace is much bigger than the ones I have seen in my fair life.

At night, I stayed at the "Lamenting Melody" an Inn and tavern with a great bard as well as a fine roasted camel.

In the morning I quickly set off to my next destination,

[micelus]

Day 1.5:

It occurs to me that journeying forth during this particular month was a horrid idea. Reading through my scant entries and remembering the locales I had passed through, I found it quite odd how quickly I had crossed through the lesser cities of Siran and arrived at the great port of Reev. Indeed, my arrival at Atalan is seemingly impossible after consulting the maps I have brought. If my understanding is correct, it should have taken three weeks by ship to arrive here!

It dawns to me that the ancient god Uzamadarim, the Ronnin god of the sea and rest, must have awoken. As my dear theology teacher was ever prompt to point out, it was always best not to travel in a hibernating god's dominion during its waking period, especially when the god was known to cause distortions in time and space. While I may have shortened my journey be a week (at most) I have unfortunately lost the experience of those dear places I have missed.

Regardless, the innkeeper, a Ronnin woman herself, has offered to make the proper rituals to appease the ancient sea god. as long as I promise to deliver a few letters to her cousin in Teleni, she promises to protect me from further interference. I of course, agreed.

This problem settled, I resumed my journey and headed out southward, to the land of...

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

Day 2

As I headed south, I encountered my first non-theological setback. A pack of Arztezian rebels and their wolf allies attacked the caravan I was travelling on. Fortunatly, the caravan included a group of Sult Serpent Guards who dispatched the bandits with their signature sacred blades and burning hands.

It makes me wonder. My dear theology told me that blessed weapons were unreliable to create, but the Sult have a great number of such weapons. How is it that they do this?

Afterwards, I continued onwards towards...