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... You are standing aloof from the caravan, gazing at the Morning Hill faintly visible to the...
Prologue: So You Wanna Be A Legend

Raiseth

I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
Location
Russia
... You are standing aloof from the caravan, gazing at the Morning Hill faintly visible to the east over the vast expanse of forest around you, thinking of nothing in particular.

Not too aloof, though. The Festing Forests surrounding your current destination isn't a good place to travel through alone, which is why you attached yourself to the caravan in the first place... but that's not really paramount. If you really had to, you could make your way through the forest, not with any appreciable chance of safety or, you know, staying alive, but you could. If you had too. Yeah, that was fairly convincing, good job, you.

You are an exile and probably never going to see your homeland again. That, too, is inconsequential. Whoever you were a few months ago doesn't matter so much now. It matters still, at least to you, so you'll probably need to dwell on it for some time before moving on. Like... now, for example. Yes, now is good.

The caravan has stopped for now. You were hired as one of the guards, to see the caravan safe through bandits and some of the very unpleasant inhabitants of this forest, but nobody is going to miss you too much if you don't show up by the end of the break. That... is fairly important. So you should pay at least cursory attention to your surroundings, you decide. You move your gaze down and look at the tree line not twenty feet away from the trail you caravan has taken.

You need to concentrate.

Focus. Remember.

Focus.

Remembe-


Welcome one, Welcome all! This is my first Quest, but hopefully, it will be okay. Dunno yet. Let's get this going.

[]You are:
-[] Male
-[] Female

Not much difference between these two.*

[] You are from:
-[] Kipassa Principates. The third child of a minor cadet branch of Lorenzi Noble House. Unfortunately, the late and unlamented head of your family tried her hand in an exciting game of political coups. The Grand Princess was not amused. In fact, she was so unamused she decided to make an example out of your whole family. So yeah, you have a bounty on your head. Not a big one, mind you, you didn't stand to inherit much of anything before, and you most certainly don't now. Your current political importance is measured in how much a person sitting next to you would be interested in making some quick coin by killing you and dragging your head and regalia to the nearest Kipassa embassy.
-[] The Broken Kingdom, formerly Northern March or Jisrem. You were a soldier in the King's Army, and now, you suppose, you are a deserter. Not that there was too much left to desert from. Long story short, the fucker of a chancellor your king for some reason had instead of a proper advisor decided to take over the country by killing the king and blaming it on the alleged rebels, or so the story is told. There was that undoubtedly brilliant plan involving tunneling a new pass through the Great Teeth and poking at the nest of Basilisks to draw them to attack in the dead of winter, normally the only time of respite for your country. So now by the start of autumn the king, the chancellor, most of the capital and a good chunk of the kingdom are Basilisk food. Oh well.
-[] Ghoor-Ca Colonies. Technically, you are a criminal, and the punishment for your particular crime is lifelong imprisonment or beheading, at your convenience, but you had connections that owed you a lot. A lot. There were bribes, there was begging, and one time you had to hide in a cupboard and pray to Gods the jealous spouse would not find you. So instead, you are banished from your homeland, never to set your foot on the Colonies' soil again, and most certainly not to be seen in the Empire proper. Or else. Not in these words. Again, technically, you are a non-entity now, but the practice is fairly common, so you shouldn't have any problems in other sovereignties beyond the usual.
-[] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.

*Be aware Kipassa has somewhat matriarchal leanings, inasmuch as it's generally considered men are more fit for the military and women are better at handling coin, but there are, of course, exceptions. Ghoor-Ca Colonies have always been ruled by a man since their inception. Two hundred years, to be exact. One man. It's complicated. The Governor has no particular prejudices against his subordinates, aside from incompetence, but the precedent is here. Jisrem and Carashid are egalitarian in that and some other regards.

A/N: I've been thinking of how to start this whole thing, but screw it, it's already started and you are in the middle of it. Be free to ask any questions about, well, anything really, though I won't always answer them. Maybe I'll laugh maniacally instead. The only thing worth mentioning now is that every choice has ( balanced, I hope ) advantages and disadvantages, but I won't tell more of them before you choose. So yeah, consider your character's origins but not too hard, I promise it'll be fun either way.
 
Character Sheet
General Info

Name: Manosh
Age: 24
Occupation: Vagabond Wandering Priest of Walla

Traits

Exile:
You are exiled from your country for one reason or another. The hardships will make you stronger.

Willful Winds: You are from Carashid, the land of windswept wastelands, deadly deserts, lush forests, and really nice coastlines. The Carashid peoples are often stereotyped as brash and hot-tempered, yet incredibly loyal and determined. There's also a thing or three to say about their sexual promiscuity, ( or at least people who think themselves worldly and clever say them and wiggle their eyebrows meaningfully ) but the marriage bonds are sacred.

1.1 modifier to Spirit and Will tasks.
0.95 modifier to Soul and Belief tasks.
Carashid people are usually more friendly to you.
You despise and are despised by Caesians, the Ghoor-Ca countrymen.
( Hidden modifiers )

Abilities

Song of Strife:
during combat, your allies constantly hear an invigorating cacophony of sounds, a melody of blood and violence. So do your enemies.
Passively increases your allies' modifiers for Body and Fighting by 0.1 for your first five rounds of combat. Passively decreases your enemies' modifiers for Mind and Acumen by 0.1 for the same duration.

Wings of Freedom:
you cannot be stopped, nor can you be slowed. Any spells and miracles by your opponents ( or allies ) of up to and including one danger level higher than you which ought to slow or immobilize you, fail to do so. ( You are really, really hard to immobilize. ) Physical obstacles ( swamps, deep snow, knee-high water, etc. ) are only half as effective. Permanently increases your initiative by base 5.

Power Mode: Archer.
Power Mode: Swordsman.

Activate Power Mode for three combat rounds once per combat. Counts as a free action if not engaged.
When you attack with your sword or your bow, you count as one danger level higher than you are ( if lower than Legend, otherwise modifies your Fighting by 0.05 )

Haedwen's Judgement:
create a spiritual hammer charged with Aspect of Power three times a day and use it in melee or throw at an enemy with a Will+Belief against Soul+Spirit check. Counts as Spiritually Charged and Magical. ( if Legend, counts as Minor Legacy )

Walla's Follower:
you follow Walla, the God of Justice and Mercy. Your chosen Aspect is Union. When contention arises within a group you belong to, you may act on it as you see fit with a Soul modifier added to Acumen for purposes of passing checks ( if required ). If your reputation or eloquence is sufficient enough, resolve the issue at hand however you prefer without passing a check. Situations may occur when you are Distrusted precisely because you are the Follower of Union if the other party is aware of the fact.

United We Stand:
as long as all party members are conscious and fighting ( on your side ), they rally around you, even if you aren't the leader. All modifiers are increased by 0.1*n, where n is your current danger level starting from Normal. The modifiers are nullified, however, if you are unconscious, or the ally in question is unsupported.

Divided They Fall:
when an enemy is unsupported and attacked by two or more of your party members, regardless of whether you participate in this particular attack, lowers they Body and Fighting modifiers by 0.1*n. You must still be in the immediate vicinity for the effect to occur.

Union's Pledge:
Charge your shield with the Aspect of Union six times a day for three rounds. Common blades, arrows and other shields ( and ordinary people ) are broken against it. For the purposes of protecting your allies, all your modifiers are counted as increased by 0.2. Counts as Spiritually Charged. ( if Legend, ? )

Generic Miracles

Healing Touch:
Restore one Health State twice a day. Suffer 0.2 penalties to Mind and Body modifiers for ten rounds afterwards, if applicable ( in combat or in-between strenuous activities. Such as combat ).

Telekinesis:
displace inanimate objects for continuous 0.1 Will, Spirit, Soul, Belief and Mind penalties. ( or people for twice the penalties ) Cannot use for longer than three rounds per combat. Must rest and not attempt any actions connected with the affected checks for six rounds if used for three continuous rounds.
 
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[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
You can start checking this out now. This vote will run for something like a day, maybe a little less. I'll post again two hours prior to closing it.
edit: ninja'd. In my own Quest! This is gonna be good. :V
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male

-[X] The Broken Kingdom, formerly Northern March or Jisrem. You were a soldier in the King's Army, and now, you suppose, you are a deserter. Not that there was too much left to desert from. Long story short, the fucker of a chancellor your king for some reason had instead of a proper advisor decided to take over the country by killing the king and blaming it on the alleged rebels, or so the story is told. There was that undoubtedly brilliant plan involving tunneling a new pass through the Great Teeth and poking at the nest of Basilisks to draw them to attack in the dead of winter, normally the only time of respite for your country. So now by the start of autumn the king, the chancellor, most of the capital and a good chunk of the kingdom are Basilisk food. Oh well.


I like fighters and I can not lie.
 
I like fighters and I can not lie.

Oh yes, your homeland will affect your fighting prowess, among other things, but the class choice will follow after that. Not really classes per se, I hope to make something more original out of this whole affair, but you could feasibly be from Carashid and swing a really big hammer. Or from Ghoor-Ca Colonies and not be a rogue.

( You are only technically a criminal, after all. ) :V
 
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[X]You are:
-[X] Female
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
Adhoc vote count started by BadAtScreenNames on Jan 29, 2019 at 11:45 AM, finished with 11 posts and 5 votes.

  • [X]You are:
    -[X] Male
    [X] You are from:
    -[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
    [X]You are:
    -[X] Female
    [X] You are from:
    -[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
    [X]You are:
    -[X] Male
    -[X] The Broken Kingdom, formerly Northern March or Jisrem. You were a soldier in the King's Army, and now, you suppose, you are a deserter. Not that there was too much left to desert from. Long story short, the fucker of a chancellor your king for some reason had instead of a proper advisor decided to take over the country by killing the king and blaming it on the alleged rebels, or so the story is told. There was that undoubtedly brilliant plan involving tunneling a new pass through the Great Teeth and poking at the nest of Basilisks to draw them to attack in the dead of winter, normally the only time of respite for your country. So now by the start of autumn the king, the chancellor, most of the capital and a good chunk of the kingdom are Basilisk food. Oh well.

Adhoc vote count started by BadAtScreenNames on Jan 29, 2019 at 2:01 PM, finished with 13 posts and 7 votes.

  • [X]You are:
    -[X] Male
    [X] You are from:
    -[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
    [X]You are:
    -[X] Female
    [X] You are from:
    -[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
    [X]You are:
    -[X] Male
    -[X] The Broken Kingdom, formerly Northern March or Jisrem. You were a soldier in the King's Army, and now, you suppose, you are a deserter. Not that there was too much left to desert from. Long story short, the fucker of a chancellor your king for some reason had instead of a proper advisor decided to take over the country by killing the king and blaming it on the alleged rebels, or so the story is told. There was that undoubtedly brilliant plan involving tunneling a new pass through the Great Teeth and poking at the nest of Basilisks to draw them to attack in the dead of winter, normally the only time of respite for your country. So now by the start of autumn the king, the chancellor, most of the capital and a good chunk of the kingdom are Basilisk food. Oh well.

Adhoc vote count started by BadAtScreenNames on Jan 30, 2019 at 8:23 AM, finished with 24 posts and 15 votes.

  • [X]You are:
    -[X] Male
    [X] You are from:
    -[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
    [X]You are:
    -[X] Female
    [X] You are from:
    -[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
    [X]You are:
    -[X] Male
    -[X] The Broken Kingdom, formerly Northern March or Jisrem. You were a soldier in the King's Army, and now, you suppose, you are a deserter. Not that there was too much left to desert from. Long story short, the fucker of a chancellor your king for some reason had instead of a proper advisor decided to take over the country by killing the king and blaming it on the alleged rebels, or so the story is told. There was that undoubtedly brilliant plan involving tunneling a new pass through the Great Teeth and poking at the nest of Basilisks to draw them to attack in the dead of winter, normally the only time of respite for your country. So now by the start of autumn the king, the chancellor, most of the capital and a good chunk of the kingdom are Basilisk food. Oh well.
    [X]You are:
    -[X] Male
    [X] You are from:
    -[X] Kipassa Principates. The third child of a minor cadet branch of Lorenzi Noble House. Unfortunately, the late and unlamented head of your family tried her hand in an exciting game of political coups. The Grand Princess was not amused. In fact, she was so unamused she decided to make an example out of your whole family. So yeah, you have a bounty on your head. Not a big one, mind you, you didn't stand to inherit much of anything before, and you most certainly don't now. Your current political importance is measured in how much a person sitting next to you would be interested in making some quick coin by killing you and dragging your head and regalia to the nearest Kipassa embassy.
    [X]You are:
    -[X] Male
    [X] You are from:
    -[X] The Broken Kingdom, formerly Northern March or Jisrem. You were a soldier in the King's Army, and now, you suppose, you are a deserter. Not that there was too much left to desert from. Long story short, the fucker of a chancellor your king for some reason had instead of a proper advisor decided to take over the country by killing the king and blaming it on the alleged rebels, or so the story is told. There was that undoubtedly brilliant plan involving tunneling a new pass through the Great Teeth and poking at the nest of Basilisks to draw them to attack in the dead of winter, normally the only time of respite for your country. So now by the start of autumn the king, the chancellor, most of the capital and a good chunk of the kingdom are Basilisk food. Oh well.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Female
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Female
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] Kipassa Principates. The third child of a minor cadet branch of Lorenzi Noble House. Unfortunately, the late and unlamented head of your family tried her hand in an exciting game of political coups. The Grand Princess was not amused. In fact, she was so unamused she decided to make an example out of your whole family. So yeah, you have a bounty on your head. Not a big one, mind you, you didn't stand to inherit much of anything before, and you most certainly don't now. Your current political importance is measured in how much a person sitting next to you would be interested in making some quick coin by killing you and dragging your head and regalia to the nearest Kipassa embassy.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] The Broken Kingdom, formerly Northern March or Jisrem. You were a soldier in the King's Army, and now, you suppose, you are a deserter. Not that there was too much left to desert from. Long story short, the fucker of a chancellor your king for some reason had instead of a proper advisor decided to take over the country by killing the king and blaming it on the alleged rebels, or so the story is told. There was that undoubtedly brilliant plan involving tunneling a new pass through the Great Teeth and poking at the nest of Basilisks to draw them to attack in the dead of winter, normally the only time of respite for your country. So now by the start of autumn the king, the chancellor, most of the capital and a good chunk of the kingdom are Basilisk food. Oh well.


The sheer amusement factor behind the backstory and our stonefaced reaction to it makes it for me.
 
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[X]You are:
-[X] Female
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.

That's honestly just the funniest blurb and the best reason to be on the run.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
You know what's really surprising? The male option appears to be winning.
I mean, I was ready for new insights and unexpected developments, but this. This is mind-boggling.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Female
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.

You know what's really surprising? The male option appears to be winning.
I mean, I was ready for new insights and unexpected developments, but this. This is mind-boggling.

This happened to me, too! I was equally surprised.
 
[X]You are:
-[X] Male
[X] You are from:
-[X] Carashid Federation. ( Oh, this will be good. ) Soooooo. One morning, after a particularly wild party, you found yourself in another part of the city, naked, lying on a bed with the twin children of the most esteemed Desriq Asummar Ih-Laren, smeared in apple jam from your head to... well. You have no recollection of how this happened, you had left before any of the other, uh, participants woke up, and you ran, ran north ever since, careful to avoid large cities on your way to the border. This is not an overreaction on your part. Your country is liberal in these regards, but it's also liberal in regards to what Desriqs could consider a proper response in this situation. The last five dates of the Twin Calamities ended up making an acquaintance with the business end of Asummar's rapier, and you really, really would rather not.
 
Mmm. I can work with that. ( would be kinda sad if I couldn't, right? )
Vote's closing in two hours.
 
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