Meleck

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

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This is my first time trying to be a story teller.

I am trying to combine two things that I have enjoyed over the years, the short stories of Thieve’s World and kingdom building. Yes, I am one of those gamers that enjoys the details of the story with the interaction. You don’t need to be (and I am fine with that).

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First draft of the rules:
1) The standard don’t be a jerk rule in effect.
2) Every character has weaknesses. Every character has limitations. Like in life, we need each other’s skills, talents, and plotting.
3) If you want to play an evil character, be evil to npc’s you create (or get permission).
4) PG-13 on the romance.
5) The dragon’s are my story teller enforcement (i,e, no dragon hunter, or playing a full dragon).
6) Never trust a dragon (as the quote goes)

I am open to normal races, classes, skills, plot lines, or ideas.

Questions, comments, problems, poor grammar on my part - p.m.

Goal: Have fun!

Pigeon Spit

Okay

A Path to Darkness

About how many undead do we see?

Pigeon Spit

Ooh, cool! I certainly would like to join. Just wondering, will our characters be aiding Andrew (or opposing him) in making a city? Is he basically an NPC? Also, will there be spreadsheets? Sorry if I'm asking a little to much in questions. It's a little bit exciting having both aspects of city building plus roleplaying (Simcity player here).

@ALonelyParrot

I am kind of taking this as collaborative story telling. I do not have a scripted plot for the game laid out. We may also venture out of Pigeon Spit on some crazy side stories.

I am picturing Andrew to be a PC. I also intend to write some threads with a few characters that will be NPCs. So Andrew will be a main character, but not the main character. (i.e. This is not about how cool I can make Andrew, it is about having fun telling stories with different people). I am happy to have Andrew included in other peoples threads if they want (or if I need to interject myself). In the strictest sense, he is an NPC, as I am running him.

If you are wondering about how in charge Andrew is going to be. Picture this, he is going into a village where he was born, that welcomes pirates and smugglers, he's got two dragons that have his number, and a thieves guild that still claims him, a church wants him to convert everyone, and the royal guard are watching over him and reporting back. (Andrew's motivation: make something of this place and have enough money coming in to be comfortable without the King or the church deciding to taking over).

My plan is to establish an advising council from the different factions and guilds, hopefully mostly PC's, that will help run the place.

My intent is that we will get story treads going that intersect and cross. Character's actions and plans will impact others around them. Yes, I will have spreadsheets for those of us who like crunchy numbers. (I once played in an Ars Magica game where I had figure out how many chickens we needed and how much food they would require. I learned a lot about chickens. Not very useful to a city kid, but fun to use low level magics and show the economic impact).

For Any who read this and do not care about number crunching, the game should still work.

With that written on my phone during a break, what would people like to play?

Andrew is a low level rouge and mid-level cleric.
Goals:

• Get established someplace.
• Develop the harbor so larger ships can dock there. (Not a deep port and no sea wall yet.)

Pigeon Spit

Back in the old dnd days, they had rule for city/kingdom building - Resources, effort labor and the like. Building a dock required x amount of stone and labor. Crunchy number stuff that I wanted to figure out. So, if you wanted to build something, there is time involved. It is mostly going to come out in my posts of trying to manage the development of the city while things happen to work towards and against it. (That is for me....)

@Mae The simplest explanation would be taking the village to a town then maybe a city..

Pigeon Spit

As the waves come into a sleepy little costal village, a ship starts to unload it cargo. Grain, metal goods, supplies for the coming winter, military equipment and other items that would be needed. Cannon fire from the two large war gallons had announce their arrival and a few of the pirate ships had left port.

Andrew Richard Whitewood III, now an Abbot was coming home to make something of this sleepy backwater village. The village was originally called Dragon Spit, till the Dragons took offense to the name. Andrew was a noble bastard, turned loose in these streets as a child, to survive or die. He learned his trade from pirates and whores. An honorable member of the Gold teeth, thieves guild. Back then, he was called Andy and he spent as much time in the stocks as he spent in school. His life changed when the Red Dragon, Fire claw, and the Sea Dragon, Riptide found him useful. That is what got him sent to his uncle, the King’s royal court, educated, and assigned to the church. There Andrew found that he had skills for administration.

Now his uncle has sent him “home” to help encourage the village to become a city, help prepare for the coming war with the western isles, and of course pay the proper taxes.

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This is my first time trying to be a story teller.

I am trying to combine two things that I have enjoyed over the years, the short stories of Thieve’s World and kingdom building. Yes, I am one of those gamers that enjoys the details of the story with the interaction. You don’t need to be (and I am fine with that).

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First draft of the rules:
1) The standard don’t be a jerk rule in effect.
2) Every character has weaknesses. Every character has limitations. Like in life, we need each other’s skills, talents, and plotting.
3) If you want to play an evil character, be evil to npc’s you create (or get permission).
4) PG-13 on the romance.
5) The dragon’s are my story teller enforcement (i,e, no dragon hunter, or playing a full dragon).
6) Never trust a dragon (as the quote goes)

I am open to normal races, classes, skills, plot lines, or ideas.

A Path to Vengeance

Orin made a conscious point of greeting everyone and trying to draw peoples eyes to his party in a kindly way. A few took the steps of moving their bags or coin purses away from him. He smiled, bowing and nodding, giving a little waves. He wanted the room to be friendly towards them if the thugs came in. He followed Vergu to a table and sat with his back to the crowd so his compatriots could view the room. He watched the reflections in the window and the decorated pots.

A serving girl with fresh flowers in he hair. Orin smiled and took a deep breath, much nicer than the slave yards on every account. It was nice not to smell as much sweat or body waste. "So, Vergu," Orin said then paused, "What is your favorite flower?" He was trying to let the girl know that he liked flowers and strike some idle conversation till Taliman returned and the business at hand started. "Roses are nice, but they are full of thorns. Violets smell sweet but you can't handle them roughly or they loose their petals." She moved off and Orin did not see if she blushed or not.

Orin had not really come to understand the difference between wanting-having-and-needing.

A Path to Darkness

@KarthaRRinari - I put into your hands how effective she is in her approach and the retaliation she receives.

A Path to Darkness

The wind and the rain coated Antana, her trying to hide as a man was not working as she wanted. Wet cloth has a tendency to show what is beneath it in ways that the eye can not miss. She cursed the wind and rain in her mind and pulled the cloak tighter. Atana prayed not to be noticed and not to have the mast shot out from under her. She did not know much about naval warfare, but she was learning a lot watching it from above.

She kept trying to cause the other ship's sails to rip and flap, loosing their wind. As the other ship had been the aggressor, it had positioned itself to have the clean air and reduce the wind hitting the sheets of their sails. When Atana had punched holes in the sheets, she called the knife back. Then waited for the right moment to send two three pound cannon balls floating through the air. She really had to concentrate as she floated them it into the proper position high enough not to draw attention to them, but close enough to clap them together on the pilot's head. That would buy them a few moments of chaos.

A Path to Immortality

As the sun was reaching afternoon, a fine figure of a man, arrived on the back of an wagon. The teamster had hauled ore up to be smelted on the way back it was hauling timbers for bracing the mine shafts. On the top of the logs, rode a man with a couple trunks. He had a nice outfit on, with a black outer cloak lined with purple cloth an inner coat with many pockets

The man climbed down, thanked the driver for the ride. Slipping him a couple copper coins. With the trunks unloaded, the man pulled out a piece of paper sent to him by his former guild Master and friend.

The note read,
“Go to the mining village north of Torlynn.
Asking where you can buy some of this enclosed stone.

Buy some so you can make earrings for your mother.

Greet my sister, Slavi. She can help you with your letters and finding that old book.
Yours,
Uncle George”

Andrew read the message ago translating it in his head:
“Go to the mining village north of Torlynn. This stone is your key to getting the job. The pay will be good and they know of your family situation. There is a woman named Slavi that has supplies and can teach you. I consider her my equal. Your Master.”

“First things first, Uncle,” Andrew said. Finding a bed and a meal for the night. Traveling through the mountains is not, the most comfortable. When his horse was stolen by his loving brother's scouts, Andrew felt sorry for himself. It was by sheer luck that a farmer stopped and helped him. He road from one wagon to another. Some times he would end up sitting for a night or sleeping in a barn. His purse was a little lighter now as he had been spending his money on transport. Well, he had his pack, tools, trunks, and his sword.

He sat on the trunk, looking for the inn or someone to give directions and assistance.