Pirx
is taken by a fey mood
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The city built into the dry, red stone of the tall cliff was alive with song and joyous laughter. The thousands of brightly colored lamps mirrored by the slow, brackish water deep in the canal below. High above, crescent bats flattered in the evening breeze, their slim, silvery wings glistening in the dying light of the autumn sun. The air was thick with the rich, aromatic smells of thousands of festive meals being prepared and the almost sickeningly sweet smell of the golden plum trees in full bloom.
The colorful crowds filled the steep streets and galleries. Here and there, the children set off the first fireworks of the evening, stolen from the bags of the firemasters. A crime that would go unpunished today. Cries of amazement broke out, when ever a particularly large rocket was lighted, its bright sparks illuminating the encroaching darkness. All this was nearly enough to draw the eye away from the crumbling facades and statues, broken not by the hand of living beings but by time itself. The houses, balconies and walls, once as garishly colored as the people now celebrating beneath them, had been washed down to timid pastels by rainstorms long forgotten.
From the far side of the canal, Red Viper watched the morbid spectacle with disinterest. Her eyes were drawn to the large pleasure barks on the waters below. In between silken pillows, plates of foods equally exotic and expensive and jugs filled to overflowing with golden plum wine, her prey awaited her. She could see his lean figure dressed in the finest robes right among the crowd. As one of the few humans on the boat, Red Viper could easily make him out. He appeared completely taken in by the festivities. He would not see her coming.
Gingerly, she leapt from the cliff and in three long jumps reached the shore. Without stopping, the young human woman rushed across the lazy waters of the canal. Her mind was focused, she had made herself light as a feather. Her quick steps did not even break the surface of the water. In a few heartbeats, she would be upon the man that killed her master and destroyed her temple...
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Hello, SV!
this thread is going to be an open world building exercise in creating a new setting for stories, roleplaying and the like. Anyone interested is welcome to participate. As of right now, this is little more than a few half-baked ideas.
The premise: What if you take a pulpy Sword and Planet setting and combine it with a hefty dose of Wuxia. Human martial artists, through means we may or may not discover, have come to alien worlds full of wonder to practice their art and drink strange new drinks. And of course they've brought all of their drama with them. So expect rivaling schools, quests for revenge and dramatic feuds.
To start us off, I'll ask a few questions that we can use to establish the basic framework on which to build:
The colorful crowds filled the steep streets and galleries. Here and there, the children set off the first fireworks of the evening, stolen from the bags of the firemasters. A crime that would go unpunished today. Cries of amazement broke out, when ever a particularly large rocket was lighted, its bright sparks illuminating the encroaching darkness. All this was nearly enough to draw the eye away from the crumbling facades and statues, broken not by the hand of living beings but by time itself. The houses, balconies and walls, once as garishly colored as the people now celebrating beneath them, had been washed down to timid pastels by rainstorms long forgotten.
From the far side of the canal, Red Viper watched the morbid spectacle with disinterest. Her eyes were drawn to the large pleasure barks on the waters below. In between silken pillows, plates of foods equally exotic and expensive and jugs filled to overflowing with golden plum wine, her prey awaited her. She could see his lean figure dressed in the finest robes right among the crowd. As one of the few humans on the boat, Red Viper could easily make him out. He appeared completely taken in by the festivities. He would not see her coming.
Gingerly, she leapt from the cliff and in three long jumps reached the shore. Without stopping, the young human woman rushed across the lazy waters of the canal. Her mind was focused, she had made herself light as a feather. Her quick steps did not even break the surface of the water. In a few heartbeats, she would be upon the man that killed her master and destroyed her temple...
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Hello, SV!
this thread is going to be an open world building exercise in creating a new setting for stories, roleplaying and the like. Anyone interested is welcome to participate. As of right now, this is little more than a few half-baked ideas.
The premise: What if you take a pulpy Sword and Planet setting and combine it with a hefty dose of Wuxia. Human martial artists, through means we may or may not discover, have come to alien worlds full of wonder to practice their art and drink strange new drinks. And of course they've brought all of their drama with them. So expect rivaling schools, quests for revenge and dramatic feuds.
To start us off, I'll ask a few questions that we can use to establish the basic framework on which to build:
- What time period are our human heroes and villains from? The past (when?), the present or the future?
- Where on Earth are they from and what martial arts to they practice? Do we keep to the classic Wuxia staple of wushu masters from China? Or will they be afro-brazilians practicing capoeira between the stars?
- Do we care how humans got from earth to the planet(s) we want to explore? Or do we hand wave it as "something, something, now you're here and you're stuck"
- And if we do care, how DID they get here? Can they travel freely back and forth between Earth and here?
- Is this setting going to take place on one planet or across several planets, moons and asteroids? One star system or many?