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We are all trying to go from Here to There... but what are you willing to lose to do so?
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The Journey of a thousand miles...
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    In this world, there is Here, and there is There.

    Here is exactly what it sounds like; a great desert of rolling dunes and sand, devoid of anything aside from perilous challenges. No one knows what There is like, but everyone agrees that going to There was better than staying Here. We are all in Here, alone and together, all trying our best to get somewhere. The harsh truth is that many will not get to There.

    Regardless, all make the journey. Oh, that's right. Them. Together, that is the only name they have. No memories of themselves but the sands under their feet and of abstract beliefs that they can scarcely remember. Most have only the clothes on their back, and their name. Names anywhere are important. Names are a promise, a belief in who they are. Take your own name for example. You are...

    [] The Soldier
    [X] The Pilgrim
    [] The Pilferer
    [] The Sage
    [] The Wanderer (Hard-mode)
    [] The (Write-in)

    That is who you are. That is all that you are. Hold your name close to your chest and you will find your way. Stray from what your are, and the sands of Here will claim you just as they did so, so many others...

    Yet not all who wander are lost. All who journey to There do so for one reason or another, willingly or instinctually, for material reasons or more abstract. You journey there because...

    [] You were commanded to go There.
    [] You feel drawn to There.
    [] You hope to get to There first.
    [X] You want to understand why we are going to There.
    [] You don't know why you're going there. (Hard Mode)
    [] (Write-in)

    You have your name. You have your purpose. Now all thats left for you to do is to wake up...

    and smell the sand.

    XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

    Hey. This is my first quest. Lets do this.

    General rules: Be polite to each other, we're all trying to have fun. Your actions will have consequences. Your character might die. Write-ins will be available every now and then, but keep them short and sweet and to the point. Nothing too complex or crazy. Votes will have a few hours of moratorium, then a few hours to a few days of votes (probably). As time goes on feel free to add omakes, and I'll probably add them into the story. I'll do my best on this, and I hope we all have a good time.
     
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    • The Pilgrim

    This is you. A wanderer like all the others, but unlike most you have within yourself a purpose as you walk. As of now, you wish to understand what Here and There are, why they exist and how are they important. So many people walking in one direction meant that you must have come from somewhere. If there is Here and There, perhaps there was a Before?

    Most Important Item: The Magnum Opus

    Other Items: The Pen, Surprisingly mightier than the sword.
     
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    • [X] The Pilgrim
    [X] You want to understand why we are going to There.
     
    The sands of time go on.
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    • [X] The Pilgrim
    [X] You want to understand why we are going to There.

    XxXxXxXxX

    Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

    The sand crunches under the thick cloth wrappings that cover your feet. The dark tan robes you wear are but a tattered collage of various vestments. Of what the faithful that worshipped these believed once has long since been lost to Here. On your back lies your possessions: Sheets of paper, bottles of ink, and a pen. In your hands you hold your the most important of these items, almost as important as your name. A thick tome with a leather bound cover that contains all that you know of There from those you met. This is your lifes work. Your Magnum Opus.

    Hold this close to your heart, and you will never lose yourself.

    Never the less, you have been walking for hours now and have been rewarded with naught but the sands that Here is notorious for. You know the sands. They are almost all you've known. But even the passive hate of Here must reside every once and a while. Now, days of hardwork are rewarded as you gaze into the distance atop a rather grand mound of sand. You raise a bandaged hand to block out the sun and see on the horizon...

    [] A massive canyon that stretches as far as the eyes can see.
    [] An oasis in the sand. A measure of comfort in the sands, a taste of There... making it all the more dangerous.
    [] A vast flat plane of salt. Nothing but struggle is to come to you.

    XxXxXxXxX

    Regardless of what you saw, you have no option but to go forward. The sand burns under the blistering sun which is unrelenting in its heat. Your mouth is dry and your throat raspy, but harsh experience has taught you that you can continue one for a while longer before drinking some of your precious water. The thirst distracts you enough that when you rise above the next dune you are caught by surprise when you see...

    [] The Bandit
    [] The Mother
    [] The Liar
    [] (Write-in)
     
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    • [X] An oasis in the sand. A measure of comfort in the sands, a taste of There... making it all the more dangerous.
    [X] The Lover
     
    [X] An oasis in the sand. A measure of comfort in the sands, a taste of There... making it all the more dangerous.
    [X] The Mother

    Well, we're going to need water and supplies, so oasis it is. Not sure what the titles mean, exactly, but Mother certainly seems better than Bandit or Liar.
     
    [X] An oasis in the sand. A measure of comfort in the sands, a taste of There... making it all the more dangerous.
    [X] The Mother
     
    americanCaeser said:
    The dark tan robes you where are but a tattered collage of various vestments. Of what the faithful that worshipped these believed once has long since been lost to Here. On your back lies your possessions: Sheefs of paper, bottles of ink, and a pen. In your hands you hold your the most important of these items, almost as important as your name. A thick tomb with a leather bound cover that contains all that you know of There from those you met.
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    "wear", "sheets", "tome"

    [x] An oasis in the sand. A measure of comfort in the sands, a taste of There... making it all the more dangerous.
    [x] The Liar
     
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