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Post by hengest on Oct 10, 2022 10:35:22 GMT -5
I have long had the idea that players might in some way participate in the creation of the overall campaign world. This isn't to rule out or supplant DM improvisation during regular play, not at all. The idea is that the players have random and non-random input into seed-ideas that may later be seen in play (or otherwise developed). The Semi-Retired Gamer mao (and you, too, The Perilous Dreamer , if you want! -- and anyone else around) |
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Post by hengest on Oct 10, 2022 10:43:29 GMT -5
Claim one of these on the thread, then post your reply at your leisure:
1) Tell us about an old, old man who seems never to die. Local rulers and lowly folk go to him for advice in his hut.
2) This scrap of birchbark has strange markings on it. Tell us the story of the birchbark and what the markings mean.
3) A boulder falls from the sky, smashing an old tower but killing no one. Tell us what was in the tower.
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Post by hengest on Oct 10, 2022 10:44:08 GMT -5
We may play another "game" next time if there is interest and this one goes well.
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Post by mao on Oct 10, 2022 11:48:08 GMT -5
I'll talk number 2 BTW van I talk you into Vancian Magic?
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Post by hengest on Oct 10, 2022 16:10:53 GMT -5
I'll talk number 2 BTW van I talk you into Vancian Magic? For this thread please just take #2, let's talk magic systems elsewhere, you or I can start a thread in EB, feel free. |
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Post by mao on Oct 10, 2022 16:19:06 GMT -5
I'll talk number 2 BTW van I talk you into Vancian Magic? For this thread please just take #2, let's talk magic systems elsewhere, you or I can start a thread in EB, feel free. ok |
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Oct 11, 2022 2:45:54 GMT -5
I'm going to take #1.
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Oct 11, 2022 18:11:27 GMT -5
1) Tell us about an old, old man who seems never to die. Local rulers and lowly folk go to him for advice in his hut. I got inspired. The old man and his hut have stood outside of town for as long as most remember. Most believe that the man and his hut were here before the town or the small keep of the local lord. A small group of just a few recall that the old man and his hut came after the keep and the nearby city grew outside of the walls. Even these few are unsure of how long both have been there. Not much is known about the old man. Whispered rumors suggest he appears to never age and that he possesses secret knowledge of some sort. While there is no way to verify his age or lack of aging, it is true that many people have come over the years seeking his counsel. The list of seekers does not reveal any insight into his knowledge as everyone from simple common folk to members of the ruling class have knocked at his door seeking an audience. Now it is my turn to seek the guidance of the old man. Sitting under the large tree by the river I am thinking of all the rumors about the old man and his knowledge. Some say his knowledge is arcane in nature, others say he knows scattered history that is difficult to piece together, and others claim he advises on leadership, governance, or some other random topic. I guess the best way to find out is to actually get this process started. I have arrived here early in the day, so I don’t have to compete with others seeking his aid. I have been waiting for some sign of activity to ensure that I do not wake the old man. Passing the time while I wait by recalling all of the rumors surrounding the old man and his knowledge. I chuckle to myself wondering if any of these rumors will prove true. I notice an old face appear in the window observing the nearby area as the curtain is polled back. I stand up and start advancing towards the hut as the front door opens and the old man steps outside. As he turns around after closing the door, from a little over 10 feet away from him I say, “Greetings, Sir. I am Ethan Greyback and I come seeking your counsel.”. To be continued.... |
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Post by hengest on Oct 11, 2022 21:24:00 GMT -5
I have arrived here early in the day, so I don’t have to compete with others seeking his aid. I have been waiting for some sign of activity to ensure that I do not wake the old man. Passing the time while I wait by recalling all of the rumors surrounding the old man and his knowledge. I chuckle to myself wondering if any of these rumors will prove true. I notice an old face appear in the window observing the nearby area as the curtain is polled back. I stand up and start advancing towards the hut as the front door opens and the old man steps outside. As he turns around after closing the door, from a little over 10 feet away from him I say, “Greetings, Sir. I am Ethan Greyback and I come seeking your counsel.”. He gestures you nearer, as if not surprised at all by your presence. Not far from the door to his house a little garden begins. He gets down on one knee and touches the underside of the triple leaves of a scraggly plant. "Antmint," he says, speaking the word clearly. "Foul-smelling, but a good herb for weariness." He looks over at you now, and you see his dark, moist eyes for the first time. "But don't use too much. Just a little. What was that about counsel?" |
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Oct 15, 2022 10:09:02 GMT -5
I have arrived here early in the day, so I don’t have to compete with others seeking his aid. I have been waiting for some sign of activity to ensure that I do not wake the old man. Passing the time while I wait by recalling all of the rumors surrounding the old man and his knowledge. I chuckle to myself wondering if any of these rumors will prove true. I notice an old face appear in the window observing the nearby area as the curtain is polled back. I stand up and start advancing towards the hut as the front door opens and the old man steps outside. As he turns around after closing the door, from a little over 10 feet away from him I say, “Greetings, Sir. I am Ethan Greyback and I come seeking your counsel.”. He gestures you nearer, as if not surprised at all by your presence. Not far from the door to his house a little garden begins. He gets down on one knee and touches the underside of the triple leaves of a scraggly plant. "Antmint," he says, speaking the word clearly. "Foul-smelling, but a good herb for weariness." He looks over at you now, and you see his dark, moist eyes for the first time. "But don't use too much. Just a little. What was that about counsel?" Putting my trust in the old man, I reach out and grab the bloom from his hand and tear off a small piece to place in my mouth and chew. As I swallow the Antmint, I immediately feel a sensation come over me. I can't explain it, but I no longer feel as tired; almost like I just woke up from a quick nap. I nod my head in wonder and look at the old man again and reply, "Yes. I have reached the age of manhood. In my community, people tend to stick around and do what their family has always done. I mean no disrespect to tradition or family, but I feel like there is something more that I am supposed to do. The world seems to call to me about making my mark.". I pause momentarily to let my explanation sink in and see if the old man has any response. |
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Post by hengest on Oct 15, 2022 10:18:59 GMT -5
He gestures you nearer, as if not surprised at all by your presence. Not far from the door to his house a little garden begins. He gets down on one knee and touches the underside of the triple leaves of a scraggly plant. "Antmint," he says, speaking the word clearly. "Foul-smelling, but a good herb for weariness." He looks over at you now, and you see his dark, moist eyes for the first time. "But don't use too much. Just a little. What was that about counsel?" Putting my trust in the old man, I reach out and grab the bloom from his hand and tear off a small piece to place in my mouth and chew. As I swallow the Antmint, I immediately feel a sensation come over me. I can't explain it, but I no longer feel as tired; almost like I just woke up from a quick nap. I nod my head in wonder and look at the old man again and reply, "Yes. I have reached the age of manhood. In my community, people tend to stick around and do what their family has always done. I mean no disrespect to tradition or family, but I feel like there is something more that I am supposed to do. The world seems to call to me about making my mark.". I pause momentarily to let my explanation sink in and see if the old man has any response. "Mm." He bruises a leaf of the antmint and sniffs it, then pops it into his mouth much as you did. "Something more, a bringer of new things..." he mutters to himself with a hint of a smile, glancing at the sky. He inhales through his nose and for a moment you feel that he is not so wizened as you thought. Then he seems old again, like a well-rounded river rock. "Maybe you would like to come in and sit for a spell." He gestures toward the door of his hut, just a few feet away. |
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Oct 16, 2022 8:56:15 GMT -5
I shift my glance from the old man to the door of his hut. It certainly does look inviting and sitting in an actual seat rather than the ground would be more comfortable. "Thank you for your hospitality. I will accept your offer.", as I wait for the old man to lead the way.
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Nov 6, 2022 10:01:36 GMT -5
I shift my glance from the old man to the door of his hut. It certainly does look inviting and sitting in an actual seat rather than the ground would be more comfortable. "Thank you for your hospitality. I will accept your offer.", as I wait for the old man to lead the way.  |
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Post by mao on Nov 19, 2022 8:05:20 GMT -5
Claim one of these on the thread, then post your reply at your leisure: 1) Tell us about an old, old man who seems never to die. Local rulers and lowly folk go to him for advice in his hut. 2) This scrap of birchbark has strange markings on it. Tell us the story of the birchbark and what the markings mean. 3) A boulder falls from the sky, smashing an old tower but killing no one. Tell us what was in the tower. #2 As Mark walked through the forest, crying and bruised, his bitterness grew and grew. He was looking for the great oak. It moved ,if you know it's secrets, and must be refound MarK shouted " Tree" as he didn't know it's anchient nme. The tree appeared in front of hi, blatantly showing it's very old power. He had always known that the tree was evil. "You and I" he said, "You and I. |
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