Remove ads

The Empty Throne: An Original Fantasy Quest

Reader mode
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them. 😼
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
[X] On a sun-blasted plateau, there is an embattled city of thin, brown men. They are farmers and keepers of cattle, but war is now upon them. They are not used to violence, to the harshness of it or the glinting of it, and they fear for their lives. They have no gods, but in each and every home there is a cat, and they bring comfort. You come to them.

''And the Lord of Far Horizons was they and he brought comfort, as they curled against them and played with them but he was not only the cat in its moment of tenderness and playfulness for he was also the beast who brought its prey to the house's owner, the beast who had delighted in their hunt.

Now it is no longer said that they know little of the harshness of it or the glinting of it, but merely that they once knew little, that they knew little until they found a teacher. They still fear for their lives but now in their mind is also grim purpose and dreams of victories. They still fear for their lives but now many among the many limbed also do!

They still fear for their lives but a time may come when the Jade one also does!''
 
Last edited:
[X] In a high tower in a dark city, a winged and many-limbed scholar toils at a terrible task. He is skilled, and intelligent, and above all bitter. He has paused in his inexorable task for a moment — just a moment — to rest. He dreams of a way to walk many steps in a moment, to transcend every boundary, to cross all horizons. He sleeps, and dreams of cold things. And you come to him.
 
[X] On a sun-blasted plateau, there is an embattled city of thin, brown men. They are farmers and keepers of cattle, but war is now upon them. They are not used to violence, to the harshness of it or the glinting of it, and they fear for their lives. They have no gods, but in each and every home there is a cat, and they bring comfort. You come to them.

Perhaps a silly question, but to whom do we come if we choose the city in the sky: the hopeless, or the cats?
 
Last edited:
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
[X] In a high plain split by rivers, a people walk. They take with them all they can carry, and sleep where the land is good. They know no masters, and no foes. If their journey had a beginning or a purpose, they do not remember it — they merely walk, onwards and onwards, to the next horizon. You come to them.
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
[X] In a white desert under a merciless sun, a slave digs a grave. He has killed his overseer. It was a sharp thing, a quick thing. Violent. Such violence. The moment plays again and again in his mind, hard rock on flesh and bone. So quick, so soft, so perfect. He pauses in his digging, just for a moment, to remember the feeling of it, and you come to him.
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
The aspect of Cats is already proving its worth, narrative-wise. It seems like that particular part of our character is what will allow for more compassionate options, and let us see more emotional stuff as opposed to pure violence. Interesting contrast with Strife, and makes for a pretty good synergy, what with cats being both beloved pets and cruel predators. That being said, dominion over space is also really cool, and fits perfectly with the crime of theft we've chosen as a background. Great writing as always, Telamon.

[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.

I'm curious about the options we'll have for this one. The scholar scenario is tempting since I'm a sucker for academics who accidentally-on-purpose come across eldritch beings/knowledge, but the cats option seems like it'll lead to something more interesting. Hopefully we can go to the scholar later, though I imagine there'll be others like him.
 
[X] In a white desert under a merciless sun, a slave digs a grave. He has killed his overseer. It was a sharp thing, a quick thing. Violent. Such violence. The moment plays again and again in his mind, hard rock on flesh and bone. So quick, so soft, so perfect. He pauses in his digging, just for a moment, to remember the feeling of it, and you come to him.
 
[X] On a sun-blasted plateau, there is an embattled city of thin, brown men. They are farmers and keepers of cattle, but war is now upon them. They are not used to violence, to the harshness of it or the glinting of it, and they fear for their lives. They have no gods, but in each and every home there is a cat, and they bring comfort. You come to them.
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
[X] On a sun-blasted plateau, there is an embattled city of thin, brown men. They are farmers and keepers of cattle, but war is now upon them. They are not used to violence, to the harshness of it or the glinting of it, and they fear for their lives. They have no gods, but in each and every home there is a cat, and they bring comfort. You come to them.
 
[X] In a white desert under a merciless sun, a slave digs a grave. He has killed his overseer. It was a sharp thing, a quick thing. Violent. Such violence. The moment plays again and again in his mind, hard rock on flesh and bone. So quick, so soft, so perfect. He pauses in his digging, just for a moment, to remember the feeling of it, and you come to him.
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.

Here's hoping our Space aspect makes us a bit more omnipresent so we can pick up similar threads in the future.

Edit: let's also take a moment to respect that our Spaceman, already explicitly pretty damn strong, tried to either steal the aspect of being at the end of every road, or observing every door/entry. That's some absurd synergy and a sort of 'holy shit he barely just missed his swing at basically becoming an Upper Air' level of ploy before we ran off.
 
Last edited:
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
Last edited:
[X] In a high tower in a dark city, a winged and many-limbed scholar toils at a terrible task. He is skilled, and intelligent, and above all bitter. He has paused in his inexorable task for a moment — just a moment — to rest. He dreams of a way to walk many steps in a moment, to transcend every boundary, to cross all horizons. He sleeps, and dreams of cold things. And you come to him.
No7sHere said:
[] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
Click to expand...
Click to shrink...
You're missing the X in the brackets for your vote.
 
[X] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
[X] On a sun-blasted plateau, there is an embattled city of thin, brown men. They are farmers and keepers of cattle, but war is now upon them. They are not used to violence, to the harshness of it or the glinting of it, and they fear for their lives. They have no gods, but in each and every home there is a cat, and they bring comfort. You come to them.
 
[x] In a city in the sky, many cats prowl the alleys. They are clever. They know to avoid the ones with many arms, and to walk between the legs of the ones in chains. At night, they nuzzle shaking slaves in the dark. Seeing them run free gives the hopeless something they did not remember: hope. You come to them.
 
Reader mode
You must login or register to reply here.
Remove ads
Back
Top