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The year is 1888.
Times are changing in Europe. The world hurtles towards the 20th century with great advancements in industry, culture and technology. Across the Atlantic, however, progress is a little slower.
They say that the new world was discovered when Norsemen followed a hot, red streak across the sky that sent storms of ash raging all across the world. Many hundreds of year on, this shattered continent is still untamed. The air here is thick with stories of folk who’ve witnessed things that defy reason; rivers running red, whispering woods, and dead men walking. Populated by creatures twisted by otherworldly influences, and etched with eldritch ley-lines, the American frontier is a place where European order doesn’t quite apply.
The people who have carved out lives in this rugged continent have learned to survive: but survival here means more than just battling the elements. It means confronting the unknown. There's plenty of work available, thanks to the abundance of untapped resources, but none of it is easy. Outside of major colonial settlements, wealthy industrialists known as Barons hold most of the power, employing labourers to tap into the fat of the land, and mercenaries for protection. In the frontier, progress is a double-edged sword. For every mile of track laid by the Barons, there’s a cost -- a price paid not just in sweat and toil, but in the balance of forces that have long governed the land.
Whoever you are, you're a soul making your way through the lonesome west. Perhaps you live in a cowtown on the frontier, or maybe you're a city-slicker setting out into the unknown for the first time. The frontier is a diverse place. While there are plenty of labourers working on a Baron's dime, there are mercenaries, outlaws, lawmen, prostitutes, trappers, monster hunters, gamblers, cowboys, doctors, preachers, and all manner of people. All of you, whoever you are, have two things in common. The first, you have been called by something. Something inexplicable. The sky cries out your name, beckoning you further west than you've ever been; where it's said that a raging storm never ends. Where only the natives have ever really returned from. Where skin-walkers and wendigos dwell. But also, where miracles are said to come true.
The second thing you all have in common: you're in need of a god-damned miracle.
♤ THE CURSÈD WEST ♤
♤ THE CURSÈD WEST ♤
♤ THE CURSÈD WEST ♤
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The year is 1888.
Times are changing in Europe. The world hurtles towards the 20th century with great advancements in industry, culture and technology. Across the Atlantic, however, progress is a little slower.
They say that the new world was discovered when Norsemen followed a hot, red streak across the sky that sent storms of ash raging all across the world. Many hundreds of year on, this shattered continent is still untamed. The air here is thick with stories of folk who’ve witnessed things that defy reason; rivers running red, whispering woods, and dead men walking. Populated by creatures twisted by otherworldly influences, and etched with eldritch ley-lines, the American frontier is a place where European order doesn’t quite apply.
The people who have carved out lives in this rugged continent have learned to survive: but survival here means more than just battling the elements. It means confronting the unknown. There's plenty of work available, thanks to the abundance of untapped resources, but none of it is easy. Outside of major colonial settlements, wealthy industrialists known as Barons hold most of the power, employing labourers to tap into the fat of the land, and mercenaries for protection. In the frontier, progress is a double-edged sword. For every mile of track laid by the Barons, there’s a cost -- a price paid not just in sweat and toil, but in the balance of forces that have long governed the land.
Whoever you are, you're a soul making your way through the lonesome west. Perhaps you live in a cowtown on the frontier, or maybe you're a city-slicker setting out into the unknown for the first time. The frontier is a diverse place. While there are plenty of labourers working on a Baron's dime, there are mercenaries, outlaws, lawmen, prostitutes, trappers, monster hunters, gamblers, cowboys, doctors, preachers, and all manner of people. All of you, whoever you are, have two things in common. The first, you have been called by something. Something inexplicable. The sky cries out your name, beckoning you further west than you've ever been; where it's said that a raging storm never ends. Where only the natives have ever really returned from. Where skin-walkers and wendigos dwell. But also, where miracles are said to come true.
The second thing you all have in common: you're in need of a god-damned miracle.
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♤ R U L E S ♤
♤ R U L E S ♤
♤ R U L E S ♤
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In addition to core site rules.
Writing standards & collaborative trust
I'm looking for people with solid prose & storytelling skills. I won't set any kind of minimum post length, but I'd very much to prefer avoiding low-effort posts. If you are in a back-and-forth conversation with another character, consider working on a post collaboratively. 'Yes anding' is another reason I am looking for more confident writers. The GMs will be guiding the overall narrative of the story, but ideally we can trust everyone to push forward individual plot beats. Anything major can be discussed in the discord, but I am super happy with the idea of people improvving situations without too much micromanagement.
Historicity
I am not going to tell you this RP will be historically accurate, but let's at least try and create the façade of realism. Put a little effort into making your character & posts authentic! You don't need to meticulously research the 1880s, but just be conscious of avoiding including anything ill-fitting.
Applications
As a rule of thumb, I will always consider exceptional applications, but for the most part, the group will be limited in size (for the sake of fluidity and quality). With this in mind, please be aware that applications may be rejected if they do not meet the previously outlined requirements. In the interests of wasting neither your time or the GMs', please make sure to read the rest of the rules before applying.
Mutual respect
Respect eachothers time and efforts. On hiatus? Let us know, we can figure out a way to phase your character out temporarily. However, if you disappear without communication, expect your character to be killed off. When communicating with eachother, let's keep the vibes chill. We're all here to have fun.
Writing standards & collaborative trust
I'm looking for people with solid prose & storytelling skills. I won't set any kind of minimum post length, but I'd very much to prefer avoiding low-effort posts. If you are in a back-and-forth conversation with another character, consider working on a post collaboratively. 'Yes anding' is another reason I am looking for more confident writers. The GMs will be guiding the overall narrative of the story, but ideally we can trust everyone to push forward individual plot beats. Anything major can be discussed in the discord, but I am super happy with the idea of people improvving situations without too much micromanagement.
Historicity
I am not going to tell you this RP will be historically accurate, but let's at least try and create the façade of realism. Put a little effort into making your character & posts authentic! You don't need to meticulously research the 1880s, but just be conscious of avoiding including anything ill-fitting.
Applications
As a rule of thumb, I will always consider exceptional applications, but for the most part, the group will be limited in size (for the sake of fluidity and quality). With this in mind, please be aware that applications may be rejected if they do not meet the previously outlined requirements. In the interests of wasting neither your time or the GMs', please make sure to read the rest of the rules before applying.
Mutual respect
Respect eachothers time and efforts. On hiatus? Let us know, we can figure out a way to phase your character out temporarily. However, if you disappear without communication, expect your character to be killed off. When communicating with eachother, let's keep the vibes chill. We're all here to have fun.
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♤ A P P L I C A T I O N ♤
♤ A P P L I C A T I O N ♤
♤ A P P L I C A T I O N ♤
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Submit applications through a PM with both GMs before posting in the thread. Please review setting resources in the OOC before submitting an application.
