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Good to see the interest so far!

Interested.

The thing I remember most about Darkest Dungeon is how tense the combat is. It's a game where a few bad rolls can spell the end of a party no matter how careful the player. But this is in Casual rather than Dice. How are you planning to deal with the combat?


Depends on how people want to handle it. I'd be open to incorporating dice mechanics if that was a popular idea, to put a bit more oomph in the combat portions - otherwise, it could be handled by text just fine. Either way, I wouldn't want this game to be quite as lethal as Darkest Dungeon, since the focus is on that juicy juicy character development.
Hey soldiers and outlaws, welcome to my interest check for The Village At The End of the World, a large-group, high-casual RP inspired by the video game Darkest Dungeon! Familiarity with the game is -not- required; we're only taking the premise / aesthetic, not any of the characters or the specific story beats.

The idea is this: Sharnwick used to be a quiet seaside hamlet. Far from any major cities, with only one road to connect it to the rest of civilization, the people of the town used to live lives of relative peace and quiet, hunting, tilling the soil, and producing what they needed for themselves. The town was owned by the Alissac family, a wealthy and respected house that mostly left the smallfolk of their lands to themselves.

Of course, something has changed. The Alissacs have disappeared, leaving behind a manor and a fiefdom swarming with evil. Though the circumstances of the Alissac's hellish bargain are not clear, it seems the price has come due, and all the world will suffer for it. The dead rise from their crypts, monsters stalk the shadows of the forest, teeming horrors churn in the black waters of the sea. Adventurers from far and wide now travel to Sharnwick, seeking redemption, answers, or perhaps simply lured by the promise of gold. Invited by the last of the Alissacs, a young man who has journeyed home at the behest of his ancestors to confront the evil they unleashed, this motley crew of erstwhile heroes is all that stands against the spreading darkness. As for the townsfolk of Sharnwick, where are they to go? Blacksmiths and soldiers, alchemists and herbalists, bakers and warlocks, their destinies are now intertwined, here in the Village at the End of the World...

So, the main conceit of this RP is that everyone involved will play two characters - one, a 'hero' who has come to the town to combat the evil, the other, a civilian resident of the town. Heroes will protect the town, go on missions and expeditions into the darkness (which will often be pretty brutal), and interact with the townsfolk in their offtime, while townsfolk will interact with each other and the heroes, tend to whatever services they provide and whatever difficulties come up, and generally try not to get killed. I'd potentially be interested in one or two other co-gms, to help me keep track of things as well as manage the various oppositional forces arrayed against the heroes.

Any takers?
Consider me interested.
Interested.
Interested!
Aaaand in before maintenance!
Danny




"Wait, you care about American football?"
Danny asked, raising his eyebrow at Aselie as she walked past him through the door, slightly put taken aback by her choice in subject matter. He'd just been wondering whether asking her about the canceled ice hockey season would be unfair stereotyping on his part. "Uh, yeah, we sure are. Can't say I got a lot of practice in the past few months, but-"

Then, the creaking door, the rush of cold air. Instantly, Danny felt himself thrown off his balance, felt the energy in the room change. He looked around - some of the teenagers all gathered had reacted, some hadn't, and come to think of it he did think it was slightly strange that so many of his classmates were here - but none moreso than William Morgan. Aselie caught note of it too - he looked like somebody had just walked over his grave, even moreso than usual.

Danny had always tried to be nice to Will, on the infrequent occasions when they interacted. Some of the other guys on the football team liked to pick on him, put him down for being an oddball, but Danny had never taken part in that, even if he didn't do as much as he could have to stop it. The poor kid had been through enough in his life - someone ought to be nice to him.

He watched the scene unfold silently, stepping slowly forward after Will even as he felt his skin prickle into gooseflesh. Aselie asked if Will was alright, Activist Astrid wondered aloud why they were all there, and everyone's favorite Prescott told Will - a little rudely, in Danny's opinion, that there was no reason to investigate. For his part he... wasn't sure what to think. It was a little creepy, sure, but old buildings always were. And that flash of movement from down the stacks... he'd imagined that. Right? Will, horror obsessive that he was, was having a flight of fancy, and it was rubbing off on Danny. Right.

Silently, he held out a hand to mollify Abby, and started off walking. "Hey, Willy," following after the boy as he crept down the stacks, making a brisk pace to catch up with him and reaching out to tap him on the shoulder. "This is kinda creepy. What do you say we get out of here, and... you can tell me if that new horror movie's worse seeing? What's it called, Slaughter Night or something?"

He told himself his desire to pull Will away was for the boy's own benefit, pull him away from a flight of fancy, get him talking to people. Deep down, though, Danny knew he did not want that door opened...
Gonna wait for a response from Aselie before I post.

I daresay the game is afoot.
@Kuro

A wizard is never late, nor is he early! He arrives precisely when he means to.

I'll be more punctual going forward, as well as more present here in the OOC. Slightly tumultuous few days that look to have settled down for now - would have said something if I thought I wasn't going to make the deadline, though.
Danny




"Yeah, mom. I just got the email - camp got canceled. No, I don't know if it's the virus - look, the email didn't say why, okay? Look, I'll be home in an hour, and we'll talk more about it then - okay. Okay. Love you. Bye."

Danny pocketed his phone and sighed, scratching the back of his head and glancing both ways down the empty street. He'd been mentally preparing for the cancellation of the team's two-week training camp in June ever since the quarantine had started, but that didn't make it any better now that it had actually happened. The camp was a chance to get away from home, have a good time with the guys on the team, and the annual party at Mick's Dad's house never hurt. Of course, it wouldn't all have been fun and games - there would have been college recruiters at the camp watching for talent, and though Danny had already talked to a few, impressing more would have been an important opportunity. Still, he supposed it could have been worse. Lot of people had gotten a lot worse from the virus - if missing football camp was the worst thing that happened to him, he reckoned he'd made it through pretty well.

Danny kept walking down the street, one hand on the strap of the bookbag he'd slung over his shoulder. Guess this meant he'd start work early this summer - Jack'd probably welcome the extra help and the diner, and maybe he could put the extra cash towards something nice for himself. Not that there was much he wanted at the moment, but maybe he'd think of something. Couple days busboying could pay for a few movie tickets - who knows, maybe Megan from third period would want to go see a movie-

A car horn blared through the air, and he jerked back as he was nearly pancaked by a red muscle car blasting down the street in front of him. "Jackass!" he shouted on reflex, though not quite loud enough to be heard, as he watched the car carry on without slowing and vanish over the hill. Man, no wonder this town had so many traffic accidents, if people were driving like that.

Danny shook his head and kept walking, turning the corner and coming in sight of his destination. He wasn't a big library guy - not because he didn't like reading, he just didn't have much time to go - but he wasn't here for himself. His little sister had been very worried at the prospect of losing her library privileges by keeping books out overdue, so while she was out at piano practice, he was here with a backpack full of Percy Jackson books to return. He didn't mind, of course - it wasn't like he was all that busy, and it was a nice day for a walk.

He reached the doors of the library and paused, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of wheels on pavement. The exchange girl was skateboarding down the sidewalk - Amelie? Aselie? She seemed like she was heading towards the library, so he stopped as she approached, holding the door open with a wide smile. "Coming in?"
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