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Current Sick of joining roleplays only to have them die. I hate investing my time and energy into something for nothing. Seriously making me want to give up on roleplayer guild.
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Since no one has as of yet provided an idea I will begin. =)

Adventure Name - Cursed
Length - Medium
Tone - Depends on the characters' attitudes and reaction to the villain's humor.

Short Description - Your character happens to have been in the arcane gallery of a wizard as a fool touched a cursed orb on display. The cursed orb affected everyone in the room in differing and interesting ways. Suffice it to say the orb has corrupted you and you need to figure out how to fix it.

Character Stipulations - Cursed! Each character needs to be affected by a wonky or serious curse. This could go from them being turned into a huge fish monster to them being temporarily undead (Or even if you were already dead, suddenly you're a dead deer or something?).

Mission Medium/ Quest Source: The Mage of the Gallery (I guess I could make a sheet for him or something later.)
Hyznia

Southern Rampart


"Diver? Quick to make assumptions aren't we." Rem pushed himself off the wall to his feet and brushed the dust from the seat of his trousers. "Well, 'tis true I'm to leave again soon. I've no more time to stay here. There's more to be done outside." Though sounds could be heard down below, at this moment the two were alone on the wall.

Despite the circumstance for greeting he kept his arms folded. A habit he'd formed since working closely with beasts. Touching of hands could be seen as more of a threat to them than a friendly gesture. "My name is Rem Vano. Could you be Master Lauchlin?" Rem had only ever seen the potent mage from afar. Even in his home city he didn't care much for mingling or official gatherings.
I just say each letter.

Edit: Will post today.
@tex Alright. Will do.

@Hatman1801 Is Sulfrax's failure with the artificial arcane node common knowledge?
@Hatman1801
You're actually the first person to comment on that style of my writing. The only reason Master Pharos exists is for that conversation, to help introduce Rem and tie him to Hyznia.

Would you prefer the post to be completely approved characters or nameless ones?
I'll wait until people start making stories before I post a character.
Hyznia

Outer Wall


Life within the walls of Hyznia is anything but slow. You'd expect a giant castle city rampant with libraries to be a little quieter but today of all days made Rem wish he'd stayed outside a while longer. Which was more dangerous, listening to the rant of a master wizard who wants to snoop in on you and take advantage of your hard-fought journey or traversing the mud pits barely a few units of travel outside and praying you don't step on a trapjaw tongue. The people that get out of such a mess only walk again with body mods. Shudder the thought.

"Now, now, mister Vano. The reason we study and live together here is so that we can collectively gain from the successes of our peers." The annoying Master Pharos continued. This man was truly a nuisance to the lives of all travelers. He was part of a research library within the inner walls of Hyznia that insisted on collecting all new findings from the mages that liked to travel outside. Rem had absolutely no intention of telling him anything. After the way his mentor's theories were handled they weren't ready for his hard-earned research.

"Again. Respectfully, Master Pharos, I do decline your request. I have nothing any more valuable than Master Haedrig's own findings. If his theories have so little value to be left outside the library then so too do mine." Rem gave him a polite nod and spread out an arm, motioning for Pharos to move on.

The collector scratched his long and 'wizardly' white beard. The elder mage had his balding head covered by the hood of his purple cloak. Pharos closed his book with a disgruntled 'harumph!'. "Mister Vano, even those within great places on the council still report their findings. They are a treasure to our enclave. Perhaps one day you'll learn it's better to share and let others judge."

"Perhaps one day indeed, Master Pharos. Stay warm. It's chilly on these ramparts tonight." Rem turned to look out over the clear sky as Master Pharos shuffled down the stairs of a nearby tower. There were no clouds and the wind blew brisk and free. The world outside was dangerous but there was nothing to hold it back. In here true knowledge was stifled and thrown away. The treasures that Master Pharos insisted upon were mages that only shared small portions of their research, enough to sate knowledge seekers and earn renown as intelligent theorists. Mages that didn't hold their real secrets did not last long in positions of power. Knowledge, power, work and knowing when to keep quiet. These things ran hand in hand here.

Rem had only been back for several days but that was enough to stock up his needs; food, supplies, etcetera. Someone was to meet him here on these very ramparts this evening and that someone was not Pharos. The man probably used magic to find wizards as they returned. It was eerie how quickly he'd track you down.

Rem couldn't help but allow his thoughts to drift to the outside, to Senna prowling the outskirts. He couldn't bring her in. She'd be no more than a test animal for researchers. There's always a better way. He sat down and leaned back against the wall. It was going to be one hell of an evening.
How are we going to settle who starts a story? Just start posting stories in characters or what?
Alright.

Edit:
I'll have a post written up tomorrow.

Edit AGAIN!:
Nevermind. I was inspired and wrote it out regardless tonight!
@tex Thank you aaand done.
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