Thursday, November 07, 2019

A Monster

Ignoring the babbling of the priest, the group of adventurers pushes past him and heads towards the apse, swords drawn. Their eyes dart quickly over the gilded ornamentation of the cathedral, searching for a sign of the relic that all the prophecies and rumours have pointed towards. Figures and curlicues encrust the old plaster, the golden shapes supporting one another as they rise up the painted walls, glowing faint in the low candlelight.

As the group shift the heavy church candles to better illuminate the scene, Kevan stumbles and drops his weapon. He drops to his knees on the flagstones, burying his face in his hands.

Comments

The Duke of Waltham:

11-07-2019 21:44:47 UTC

It seems that our companion’s supper is not agreeing with him… Kevan, my friend, what is the matter? Perhaps a little wine would… Oh, my God. Stand back, everyone! I said back!

TyGuy6:

11-07-2019 23:38:35 UTC

Welp, I first read this as a lore post. It was intended as a Monster post. It fits neither format, however, as it isn’t “stating that there is a new Monster, and who it is.”

Kevan is probably just putting his face in his hands in embarrassment at being stuck in an AA?

The Duke of Waltham:

11-07-2019 23:47:11 UTC

Oops. You’re right: it’s too implicit.

If I’m reading the rules on Atomic Actions correctly, he keeps the legal steps already completed (the random selection of an Adventurer to become the Monster) and redoes the illegal steps (the blog post).

card:

11-08-2019 00:23:29 UTC

[The Duke of Waltham] yay! That portion of the AA rules which I wrote is finally relevant!

Kevan:

11-08-2019 15:06:29 UTC

[Lore] Reposting all the content I’ve written since yesterday (which totals 231 words across four different places) as a single blog post with the “Lore” tag, as that’s what the ruleset demands if I want my 10 Merit:

A clammy hand reaches up from behind the altar, pulling a sickened figure to its feet. In its other hand it has recovered its sword, now dull and blackened. With the last vestiges of its thought as an Adventurer still swirling, the Monster initiates a Battle with itself as Vanguard. Kevan collapses silently out of sight behind the altar. The candles dim and flicker, and an olive green mist begins to condense out of the dusty air. An oily sheen spreads across the bare stone floor of the cathedral, and above the group the golden ornaments slowly begin to tarnish.

Ignoring the babbling of the priest, the group of adventurers pushes past him and heads towards the apse, swords drawn. Their eyes dart quickly over the gilded ornamentation of the cathedral, searching for a sign of the relic that all the prophecies and rumours have pointed towards. Figures and curlicues encrust the old plaster, the golden shapes supporting one another as they rise up the painted walls, glowing faint in the low candlelight.

As the group shift the heavy church candles to better illuminate the scene, Kevan stumbles and drops his weapon. He drops to his knees on the flagstones, burying his face in his hands.

I throw my sword aside and Retreat, lurching rapidly across the oily flagstones and disappearing into a growing, dark miasma that spreads across the cathedral.

The Duke of Waltham:

11-08-2019 15:13:18 UTC

Isn’t this a blog comment rather than a blog post?

Kevan:

11-08-2019 17:01:14 UTC

The Lore rule also permits “a blog comment with “[Lore]” as its first characters”. (I wasn’t expecting it either, maybe it was edited before voting started.)

The Duke of Waltham:

11-08-2019 18:24:48 UTC

Right; I’d missed that.

Sudden time shifts aside, I like your text. 10 Merits well earned, sir. (It seems I have my work cut out for me…)

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