I step forward in response to the Guardian's demand and then give my answer to the demand for my Class
"I'm a modern mage, here to climb the tower to prove myself and help my friends achieve their lifelong dreams. What can you tell me about the trials we are likely to face on this journey to the top?"
"Then step past the threshold, if you dare. The challenges which wait are deadly in character and will test your will, bravery, and brutality, but mostly the last one."
I am a Knightwing Class. Now lemme in plz
You step into the tower to find a bustling marketplace, because I'm not going to come up with wholly original ideas for this. A couple small stands line the hallway before you, which terminates in a spiral stairway leading up, to further challenges.
"You must state your Class to proceed."
I approach the guardian and exclaim, "I am an officer of the law; I demand passage!"
"The Law has little bite out here, little one."
"ummm I'm an ANT. Can you tell me if you were a protector, who would you protect?"
"I would protect myself, of course."
I state that class-based systems are instruments of authoritarian oppression by the wealthy meant to create a means of division among those without wealth, and therefore cannot categorize myself as any one Class in solidarity with my Town brethren.
"It is unfortunate that we are defined by systems even as we deny them." You walk the path of the
Communist.The Dragon steps forth.
"You scare me not little one. My scales burn thee, my bones are steeped in curses of death. And yet I persisted. What hope do you have to bar my way?"
"All the hope invested in me by billions the world round, my friend. And how can you hope to maneuver inside the dungeon, as large as you are?"
Esteemed Egan_BW, I am world-class, obviously.
You are the world. This poses certain issues regarding entrance to the dungeon, but may provide certain advantages as well.
Egan_BW:
Hey so...
attendance is mandatory ... "You must state your Class to proceed."
You claim we can't not be there. But what if we don't choose to proceed.
And what happens to you if we won't play that game with you?
It is too late, you have already attended. The brick spire before you reaches to the clouds, your vision of it confirmation that you are part of these proceedings here-on.
"You must state your Class to proceed."
Just a racer, passing by.
You adjust your racing helmet and step inside, standing beside Knightwing the Knightwing up there.
Look, I don't want to break keyfabe too much, but I have no idea how to work this into RP, so: Pirates are red colored. I feel this implicates EuchreJack.
"Miss guardian? Um, you seem to care about the color associated with a person, but, um, aren't you blind? How do you know about who's red and who's not and what all that means?"
"It's never about the colors themselves. It's about what they represent."
Roll Action: Shoulder past the useless guardian. Class has been claimed, so out of the way.
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Your head and neck pass through the gateway, but your shoulders are too broad and masculine! Oh no! And you can't get back out, of course, because the doorway is glamoured to only allow passage in one direction. To tell the truth you're pretty lucky that your blood isn't all getting trapped in your head unable to flow back down your neck. Must be a safety-doorway.
Lenglon The Modern Mage
Knightwing64 The Knightwing
sofanthiel The Officer of the Law
Crystalizedmire The ANT
webadict The Communist
TricMagic The Dwagon
hector13 The World
BlackHeartKabal The Racer