Life has arrived in the same way it always does. Through death.
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Inkbones
No Glory Save Honor
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- Where you can still smell the sky
Once day, a long time ago, two gods chose a forsaken, airless rock to be their battlefield. The craters from their brawling can still be found, scattered across the surface.
After decades of battle, one was eventually triumphant over the other, and left it's opponent to die in agony.
But god flesh does not decay. It simply becomes new life.
The slain god's dying breath slowly formed our atmosphere. Forests sprouted from his skin. The maggots that ate his flesh became creatures to populate this new world.
And deep in the his bones, where the marrow would be if gods had blood instead of ichor, we were formed.
One by one we stumbled out into the light, blinking in the harsh red light of our dying star. Most of us died, killed by beasts in the dark, but some of us formed groups. We learned that we died less when we worked together.
We are the marrowborn, children of a corpse, and this is how our story begins.
The tribe is hungry and cold. Clouds form on the horizon. What do we do?
[ ] Hunt for berries and herbs to eat, and hope we do not eat anything poisonous.
[ ] Hunt for creatures to kill and eat.
[ ] We must seek shelter first, then food.
After decades of battle, one was eventually triumphant over the other, and left it's opponent to die in agony.
But god flesh does not decay. It simply becomes new life.
The slain god's dying breath slowly formed our atmosphere. Forests sprouted from his skin. The maggots that ate his flesh became creatures to populate this new world.
And deep in the his bones, where the marrow would be if gods had blood instead of ichor, we were formed.
One by one we stumbled out into the light, blinking in the harsh red light of our dying star. Most of us died, killed by beasts in the dark, but some of us formed groups. We learned that we died less when we worked together.
We are the marrowborn, children of a corpse, and this is how our story begins.
The tribe is hungry and cold. Clouds form on the horizon. What do we do?
[ ] Hunt for berries and herbs to eat, and hope we do not eat anything poisonous.
[ ] Hunt for creatures to kill and eat.
[ ] Something small. Hard to catch, and they do not have much meat
[ ] A large beast. They are dangerous, but provide plenty food.
[ ] We must seek shelter first, then food.
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- United States
What is this a crossover of?
[X] Hunt for creatures to kill and eat.
-[X] Something small. Hard to catch, and they do not have much meat
[X] Hunt for creatures to kill and eat.
-[X] Something small. Hard to catch, and they do not have much meat
Inkbones
No Glory Save Honor
- Location
- Where you can still smell the sky
Typo, sorry
[X] We must seek shelter first, then food.
- Location
- Earth
[X] We must seek shelter first, then food.
[X] Hunt for berries and herbs to eat, and hope we do not eat anything poisonous.
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
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- Your dreams
[X] We must seek shelter first, then food.
We should actually seek a source of drinkable water before anything else, but I want to believe our shelter will have water nearby.
We should actually seek a source of drinkable water before anything else, but I want to believe our shelter will have water nearby.
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- Location
- United States
[X] We must seek shelter first, then food.
